Jim Hodges
Sculpture | Jim Hodges By Avram FinkelsteinDazzling sculptor reflects.
Jim Hodges fully grasps the power of the simple gesture. His breathtaking boulders at Gladstone Gallery tell you all you need to know about the tension between the organic and the synthetic without a hint of didacticism, and like most good high wire acts, they are weightless and deliberative all at once. Clustered like hand-dipped confections, they have a mesmerizing, self-assured gloss that brings Jeff Koons to mind; that is, if Koons had a soul. The scored photographs on the second floor owe no small debt to another master of gesture, Cy Twombly, but where Twombly achieves it through layering, Hodges is strictly subtractive. Like the boulders, they also screw with reflection and grunge, but in reverse: the human hand is now naturalistic, and the beautiful sunsets are technological. The disco ball installation on 24th Street is a further meditation on surfaces and gravity, making a lunar landscape of our hedonisms as the mirrored orb slowly dips into the tar pit of the past. Yes, the show spans two galleries, but that is not why you should give yourself time. You will want to stay there all day.



