Capsule reviews of current area art exhibitions.


Student Independent Exhibition -- Brilliance can be found around every corner of this large CIA exhibit. Among the best: Photographer Melissa Doeberling's four "Portraits of Grandma" leave immediate, searing impressions. Rather than portray her subject directly, Doeberling captures Grandma's essence through pictures of her medical accessories. Sadness pervades every image, as she illustrates the decline of human dignity with advanced age. Nina Barcellona's fascinating "Room 112" series, meanwhile, offers four images documenting the life of a hotel room: It hosts a rock band, a bachelorette party, a miserable-looking prostitute about to go to work on a faceless tattooed man, and a woman apparently attending a Beanie Baby convention. Whether entirely real, partially staged, or completely fictional, Barcellona's scenes underscore the thin boundaries separating one life from another. On the lighter side, Demitra Thomloudis offers one of the strongest pieces with her creative plea for an end to our obsession with weight: "Be Yourself" consists of a belt lined with a silver ruler and fastened with a padlock. No need to slim down or bulk up, says Thomloudis, who even models the work in an accompanying photograph. Through April 1 at the Cleveland Institute of Art, 11141 East Blvd., 216-421-7407, -- Zachary Lewis


All Digital -- Still lobbying for separation of art and computers? This exhibit will counter your most defiant belief in the primacy of traditional media. Just try to experience John Simon's work without wonder, let alone brush past it quickly. His "Endless Victory" has all the color of a Mondrian painting, though it consists only of a rimless laptop screen, its surface constantly in motion with tiny dots moving antlike along ever-shifting paths. The most elaborate of Simon's many entries, "Victory" is also the only one that appears to spin on multiple axes; painters have executed some fancy tricks over the centuries, but nothing like this. In Leo Villareal's "Instances," three black screens covered in tiny white lights display a sequence that looks and even sounds like fireworks; it may not be the grandest technological achievement here, but it's magical nonetheless. Still not convinced? Walk into the room where Charles Sandison has set up cameras displaying the complete text of the 1911 Encyclopedia Britannica. Typewritten words skitter randomly over dark walls, forming meaningless phrases that exist for only a few seconds. Imagine refrigerator-magnet poetry, only many times larger and operated by some divine, invisible force you experience physically rather than just visually. Through May 7 at the Museum of Contemporary Art, 8501 Carnegie Ave., 216-421-8671, -- Lewis

Cavalcade of Oddballs -- Matt Dibble's reputation rests primarily on his paintings, but his drawings, exhibited here for the first time, deserve equal attention. Credit the Studio of Five Rings -- an unusual new downtown gallery that doubles as a winery and martial-arts school -- for introducing us to them. While his paintings tend toward bold, large, colorful abstracts in oil, Dibble's drawings are black-and-white, introspective, and at least partially figural. They're also smaller -- about the size of a sheet of paper -- but their concentrated feel and nearly perfect sense of composition make them seem expansive. Shapes, animal-like figures, and fragments of human faces intertwine in several perspectives simultaneously in a loose, cubist manner that evokes Picasso. Given the ink's light, confident application, though, the drawings also have the air of Chinese brush paintings. Even Surrealism makes an appearance in the masklike faces and the limp stitching pattern Dibble occasionally employs. Unfortunately, vague titles like "Pointy Idiot" and "Taller Every Second" represent various aspects of Dibble's personality and psychological makeup, rather than providing any clues about the pieces themselves. Judging by the selections, Dibble is a profound, complex soul whose work is well worth getting to know. Through March 4 at the Studio of Five Rings, 2400 Superior Ave., Ste. 201, 216-771-0830, -- Lewis

Curve Series: Jon Pylypchuk -- To call this show disappointing is to compliment it backhandedly, for disappointed is precisely how Canadian-born Jon Pylypchuk wants viewers to feel upon encountering his bitterly satirical take on life. The title of this one-room installation suggests anger instantly: "You Asked Me to Come See Your Routine -- You Call This a Fucking Routine?" But it takes some time to deduce the object of that anger. Scattered around the circular gallery are six tree-like objects crudely fashioned of dark wood, their branches angular and leafless. Standing near these are six short, low-tech, humanoid figurines, also made of wood, but with velvety brown hair and snowmanlike eyes and noses. All are wearing baggy denim pants around their ankles, looking dejected or oblivious, in the fashion of today's hip-hoppers. Some appear to be hugging or humping the trees. All in all, it's a sad, barren landscape, populated by lonely, undignified, animalistic creatures clinging to anything that offers protection or comfort, or makes them feel good. As a portrayal of humanity on earth, it's both frightening and disturbing, and it holds out only two options: suicide or utter depravity. But as effective as "Routine" is at conveying these notions, many viewers are likely to turn away from Pylypchuk's bleak philosophy. Through May 7 at the Museum of Contemporary Art, 8501 Carnegie Ave., 216-421-8671, -- Lewis

Drawn, Exposed, and Impressed -- The first in a series of shows presented by the art museum at the Museum of Contemporary Art, this small collection of recent works on paper covers vast aesthetic territory efficiently and attractively. Among the drawings is an unforgettable charcoal view of Cleveland's lakeshore by Laurence Channing, as well as Chuck Close's portrait of a young, wild-haired Philip Glass (titled "Phil Spitbite"), composed of Close's trademark tiny squares and shaded circles. Tops in the "exposed" category are Spencer Tunick's "Ohio 4," photographic evidence that hundreds of Clevelanders really did get naked outdoors one chilly morning in 2004, and Bert Teunissen's "Nuit St. Georges #8," an inkjet photo of a woman posed in an elegant sitting room, which rivals the subtlety of any Dutch master's still life. Printmaker Neil Welliver spared no pain to create "Stump," a multicolored woodcut print crawling with moss, ferns, and shoots. By contrast, black and white are all Richard Serra needs in "IV Hreppholar" (a city in Iceland), an etching made with a thickly scarred slab of basalt. The piece resembles a dried patch of tar, and you may find yourself entranced by the beating it's seemingly endured. Through May 7 at the Museum of Contemporary Art, 8501 Carnegie Ave., 216-421-7340, -- Lewis

Life Studies -- Instead of mere paper, Hudson artist Peggy Kwong-Gordon creates her cohesive, spiritually grounded drawings on manila fiber, vellum, and pressed wool -- natural and intrinsically beautiful substances that symbolize her Chinese heritage and Taoist philosophy. By way of subject, take your pick as to what's the most honest. Maybe it's the self-portrait, in which pencil-drawn Chinese characters outline the central figure against a backdrop of English text; what better way to represent the Chinese American soul? Then there are the "Visual Glossary" pictures: large, single-frame images of Chinese characters on wool paper that just happen to look like the concepts they represent (the word "Tao," for example, is defined as a "gateway" and resembles an open door). But not everything operates on such a high intellectual level. Youthful joy oozes from a long set of loose, improvisational gouache drawings called "Writing Happiness." Each is a composition in perfect, weightless balance: a single squiggly white line (perhaps an unraveled Chinese character) against a primary-color background. With "Shards," though, Kwong-Gordon points most profoundly to her union of text and soul. She makes a paper mold of her own body, draws Chinese characters on it, and attaches pieces (hands, bust, rear end) to the wall, linking them with faint pencil lines. Again, the material itself is of primary aesthetic interest. Where others might have used simple plaster or newsprint, she uses Lokta paper, a fiber formed from a rare bush in the Himalayas. Through May 7 at the Museum of Contemporary Art, 8501 Carnegie Ave., 216-421-8671, -- Lewis

Nervous Bird -- No animal species is more skittish than birds, which is why Dott Schneider is able to transform them here so effectively into a mascot for our own paranoia. Schneider paints and draws bird skeletons in various poses and situations, mimicking the way humans behave in today's war-torn, environmentally plagued climate. Her surface is wood, her media are oil and graphite, and her drawing hand -- aptly for the topic -- is jittery. Bird skulls with long, spear-like beaks and knobby bones are omnipresent. In "Axiom," Schneider's depiction of a giant bird head looming ominously over a tiny one points to imbalance of power as a source of fear. A set of pictures illustrates the possible fates of nervous birds: burning, drowning, etc. In one of them, "Respiro," it's poison gas emanating from a bird skull lying flat on its side; in "Pravus," it's a square pill coated with the word "nervousness," sliding down a bird's mouth. The boldest, hardest-hitting leap from birds to humans happens in the center gallery, where a pile of human bones sits at the focal point of four large, papier-mâché nests belching out colored feathers; it seems as if both the avian occupants and a human being have died of fright. As an omen for humanity, it's not exactly encouraging. Through March 5 at 1300 Gallery, 1300 W. 78th St., 216-939-1300, -- Lewis

On the Wall -- The works of the eight artists in this unique show were created directly on the walls, fresco-style. Many, like George Mauersberger's "Hed06," will be a shame to lose come closing time. Using charcoal and pastels, Mauersberger drew a large and stunningly lifelike picture of a man resting his head; his thick pink cheeks droop with great gravity toward an invisible surface, while light forms pockets of shadow in his wrinkles. Likewise for Ed Pepera's wall-sized charcoal drawing, "Who's Going to Watch You Disappear?": Waiflike figures stick out their hands as if pleading for food, the edges of their bodies fading ghostlike into the white background; in what is perhaps a comparison of Third World starvation to outright murder, Pepera places next to them a robed man displaying a severed head. Sol Lewitt, meanwhile, probably isn't too concerned about preservation, nor should we be: His "Wall Drawing #809-A" is an art-instruction work producing a shiny black circle inside in a matte black square; but his point -- about art as process, as opposed to final product -- is simply no longer useful. Guaranteed to survive are three hand-drawn, black-and-white short films by William Kentridge, which together tell the story of a man who attempts to put a not-so-pleasant past behind him. Multiple viewings are not only deserved in this case; they're required. Through March 11 at the Cleveland State University Art Gallery, 2307 Chester Ave., 216-687-2103, -- Lewis

The Persistence of Conscience -- Lilian Tyrrell's career spans 30 years, yet this exhibition marks the Ravenna artist's first local retrospective. That's not surprising -- many institutions avoid violence and politics, two of the major themes here. Spaces, however, commits its main gallery to her immense tapestries, most of which depict war, terrorism, and environmental horrors in blunt style. All are masterful works in thread that powerfully contradict the craft's traditional docility. The earlier works -- landscapes and studies of perspective from the late '70s and early '80s -- are more inviting and easier to take. A peak during this comparatively naive period is "China Sky," a turbulent wool-and-linen composition envisioning a cloud pattern in a storm. Moving forward in time, the intensity of the buttons Tyrrell pushes gradually increases. Tragic airplane accidents, oil fires, and chilling missile launches are mild compared to "Abandoned Heroes," a gruesome tapestry showing a dead soldier lying on his back, or the bleeding elephant corpse in "Tusk for Trinkets." The quality of work never lapses; Tyrrell's gift for capturing billowing smoke and fire with her loom approaches genius. Eventually, though, she goes too far, engaging in pure emotional manipulation with "Falling Man," a close-up on someone tumbling out of the Twin Towers. Even those sympathetic to Tyrrell's messages are apt to find their consciences drawing the line here. Through March 10 at Spaces, 2220 Superior Viaduct, 216-621-2314, -- Lewis

This Is Everyday Shit, Man -- The 50 candid, mostly urban photographs that appear here feature such motifs as junk heaps, rock concerts, parties, skylines, crosswalks, and graffiti. The best among them capture everyday people in action: a child at a gumball machine or a woman on a park bench, for instance. Pedro, a Cleveland artist, appeals to lovers of kitsch and dive restaurants alike with his black-and-white photos featuring the near West Side's venerable Old Fashioned Hot Dogs. An untitled triptych from the series features a man stirring a mammoth pot of chili, a blurry still life of dirty dishes, and a counter lineup of rugged but contented customers. Pedro's compositions exude a sense of joy in the ordinary. By contrast, New York artist Todd Fisher's color photographs are less classically composed than Pedro's and take on edgier subjects. One memorable street scene captures a catfight between two shabbily dressed young women; their violent figures are in sharp contrast to the elegant boutique immediately to their left, where well-dressed shopkeepers are visible through the window and doorway, and a stylish mannequin advertises the latest in feminine attire. The show pulses with a middle-to-lower-class urban sensibility that's not too grimy and not too clean. Everyday shit is about right. Through March 4 at the Inside-Outside Gallery, 2688 W. 14th St., 216-623-8510. -- Tami Miller