Johannes Vogt has been transformed into a home furnishings store on acid. For a show exploring domesticity, Mi Casa, Tu Casa luxuriates in deconstructive discomfort and visual discombobulation, whether we are talking about the rusted carpets of Sophie Stone, the concrete-cylinder-penetrated café chair of Mario Navarro or the painterly porn of Nicole Wittenberg. Other works arrive at the theme of oxymoronically alien homeliness by an obtuse angle: a subtly malformed marble coffee table by Jack Chiles, sculptures by David B. Smith that see digital printing on teddy bear fabrics, and mirrors by Amber Renaye straddled by voluptuous framing Pop legs such that we find our reflection in the negative space of another’s intimacy. DAVID COHEN
on view through August 12 at 55 Chrystie Street, between Hester and Canal streets, Suite 202. (212) 226-6966
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