Chelsea Galleries 1

I visited about ten galleries on my first trip to Chelsea this fall. I like Maya Lin's new work but thought the pieces were not displayed to their advantage: Too cramped. James Turrell's holograms were endlessly engaging and prompted reflections on the difference between the illusion of space and the creation of space. Enoc Perez' paintings of architectural landmarks were strangely haunting, and Mark Bradford's abstract "paintings" composed of found paper from discarded billboards and posters were terrific. But, to my mind, the best find was a small show of Vincent Fecteau's inexplicable papier-mache forms, suggesting some kind of pile-up of alien 3-D typographies or car parts run through a blender and re-assembled.