In New York for the weekend to celebrate me mum's return from Port Harcourt, I find meself in Chelsea of course. Some highlights:

Nadeau was at Mixed Greens with some quirky but overpriced (by Mixed Green standards) gouache drawings.

Sam Gibbons' layers of evil cartoon characters assembled in a huge bright diorama of wood just don't photograph well, but are immersive in real life.

Of course, the hands-down pic of the day were Tara Donovan's plastic cups at Pace Wildenstein. Mom thought I was being a wise-ass when i said we going to one gallery to see a landscape of plastic cups, and Shelly scoffed at the only-an-artist-gets-away-with-that-ness of it, but it was undeniably spellbinding to anyone. The grey cement visible through the thinner layers of cups evoked a deep iced lake, and the mounds of translucent white plastic cups completed the picture with snowdrifts. It was a peaceful oasis.

Whitebox NY has become consistently unexpected, if thats possible. Last time they had the Nauru Stealth Bomber, and this time they had spellbinding photos of Nature meets Technology by Ilkka Halso.

Also at White Box, Miklos Gaal has some captivating photgraphy that also oscillates on the line between real and fabricated.

They need to work on their website though; impossible to find any worthwhile images or information on the artists there.

Ronna Podnick's disturbing works at Sonnabend impose sad sleeping wrinkled faces on polished animals and plants.

And up in Alberta, I think Tesha and Tina should not be allowed to sit next to each other during art class any more.