New York Times Review_ by Holland Cotter
Holland Cotter NY TIMES, June 2009
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06
*LISA ROSS: ‘UNREVEALED,’ through June 13. The photographs in this beautiful show are of graves and shrines that Ms. Ross found in the wind-pummeled deserts of the Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region of Northwest China. Each memorial, made of dried branches ornamented with bits of fabric and religious talismans, and enclosed by rickety fencing, seems to be in the process of blowing away as we watch. Their fragility seems particularly evident in two video pieces, but so does their resilience. Daneyal Mahmood Gallery, 511 West 25th Street, third floor , (212) 675-2966, daneyalmahmood.com. (Cotter)
*LISA ROSS: ‘UNREVEALED,’ through June 13. The photographs in this beautiful show are of graves and shrines that Ms. Ross found in the wind-pummeled deserts of the Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region of Northwest China. Each memorial, made of dried branches ornamented with bits of fabric and religious talismans, and enclosed by rickety fencing, seems to be in the process of blowing away as we watch. Their fragility seems particularly evident in two video pieces, but so does their resilience. Daneyal Mahmood Gallery, 511 West 25th Street, third floor , (212) 675-2966, daneyalmahmood.com. (Cotter)
New York Times_Roberta Smith_2009
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05
LISA ROSS: ‘UNREVEALED,’ through June 13. That installation art of an extraordinary sort is as old as humankind receives further buttressing from large color photographs documenting holy sites in the Xinjiang Uyghur region in northwest China. In desert terrain, indigenous Muslims mark the graves of their dead with tangles of tall sticks and flags. Modest graves can be just a few sticks and a flag or two. Religious leaders, who are often viewed as saints, merit relatively large, shrine-like masses that are as high as 60 feet. Either way, the structures’ spirituality is self-evident. A video whose only sound is the flags flapping in the wind further explains their power. Daneyal Mahmood Gallery, 511 West 25th Street, (212) 675-2966, daneyalmahmood.com. (Smith)
LISA ROSS: ‘UNREVEALED,’ through June 13. That installation art of an extraordinary sort is as old as humankind receives further buttressing from large color photographs documenting holy sites in the Xinjiang Uyghur region in northwest China. In desert terrain, indigenous Muslims mark the graves of their dead with tangles of tall sticks and flags. Modest graves can be just a few sticks and a flag or two. Religious leaders, who are often viewed as saints, merit relatively large, shrine-like masses that are as high as 60 feet. Either way, the structures’ spirituality is self-evident. A video whose only sound is the flags flapping in the wind further explains their power. Daneyal Mahmood Gallery, 511 West 25th Street, (212) 675-2966, daneyalmahmood.com. (Smith)
New Yorker Review_Vince Aletti_2009
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/
On visits to a remote desert region in northwest China, Ross has photographed the burial and pilgrimage sites of saints revered by the Uyghurs, one of the country’s ethnic minority groups. Some of the graves are surrounded by picket fences and look like cribs or empty garden plots; others are collections of twigs and leafless branches, some up to sixty feet high, all flying tattered prayer flags left by pilgrims hoping for the saint’s blessing or cure. The faded pink, yellow, orange, and green of these little scraps are the only colors under the pale-blue skies. Though hardly cheerful, these makeshift folk sculptures feel brave, defiant, and optimistic against all odds. (Aletti)
On visits to a remote desert region in northwest China, Ross has photographed the burial and pilgrimage sites of saints revered by the Uyghurs, one of the country’s ethnic minority groups. Some of the graves are surrounded by picket fences and look like cribs or empty garden plots; others are collections of twigs and leafless branches, some up to sixty feet high, all flying tattered prayer flags left by pilgrims hoping for the saint’s blessing or cure. The faded pink, yellow, orange, and green of these little scraps are the only colors under the pale-blue skies. Though hardly cheerful, these makeshift folk sculptures feel brave, defiant, and optimistic against all odds. (Aletti)
audio podcast review_Jeff Weinstien_OBIT magazine_2009
OBIT MAGAZINE_review_2009
Conversation btw Nan Goldin and Lisa Ross at exhibition_Art On Air
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