The soft, supple opening to Charlie Finch's latest column on Artnet:
We first met Laurel Nakadate in 2001, right after she received her MFA from Yale. While in New Haven, Laurel lived in a single-room occupancy apartment house full of lonely, homely, aging single men whom she proceeded to bait and cocktease mercilessly in her video work.By "we," I think he means "me and my lonely, homely, single hand."
Critic, art world svengali, and breast man Charlie Finch sticks his own hand into "perky, dewy" video artist Laurel Nakadate's career, apparently without realizing that he's already soaking in it.
If someday she comes out and says her work is about a young artist who graduates from Gregory Crewdson's Yale and tries to get ahead in the art world, I will die laughing. And give her the Turner Prize.
Nakadate's show is up at the otherwise redoubtable Danziger Projects through May 14.
Danger is Her Game [charlie finch on artnet]
