Ooey Gooey
                  Dirt Gallery
                  7906 Santa Monica Blvd., No. 218, West Hollywood
                  
                  
                  Working from the premise that "all the best things in life are 
                  gooey," a deliciously lighthearted little show at Dirt celebrates 
                  the aesthetics of viscosity. Curated by artist Mery Lynn McCorkle, 
                  it features five New York artists whose work simulates the slimy, 
                  the sticky, the gummy and the gelatinous. 
                  
                  Elizabeth McGovern's quirky sculptures -- two mounds of hardened 
                  spray foam crowned with colorful plastic shopping bags -- explore 
                  the tactile potential of common objects and fall somewhere on 
                  the playful side of the junk-art continuum. 
                  
                  Karen Rich Beall's contribution to the show is a small brigade 
                  of translucent, jellyfish-like creatures that hang from the 
                  ceiling. With delicate coloration and long, thin tendrils, they 
                  are at once convincingly oceanic and wonderfully fantastical. 
                  
                  
                  The bulbous forms and slick, candy-colored surfaces of Victoria 
                  Palermo's sculptures -- which look just like blown glass but 
                  are in fact made from rubber -- convey an infectiously cheerful 
                  tone. 
                  
                  The two most arrestingly sensual works, surprisingly, are those 
                  made in the least tactile media. They are also, perhaps less 
                  surprisingly, the two that involve food. Maggie Miller's "Passion" 
                  is a short, looped video in which we see a hand squeezing a 
                  goopy red substance that resembles cherry pie filling out of 
                  a hole in a small pastry--an image that, while clearly benign 
                  in actuality, is weirdly alarming in a video close-up. In Meredith 
                  Allen's photographs, we see Popsicles shaped like the faces 
                  of cartoon characters held up to melt beneath a summer sun, 
                  their unnaturally bright, sticky colors dripping down to coat 
                  the fingers that hold the stick. 
                  
                  Simultaneously childish and erotic, these two works proclaim 
                  overtly what the rest more discreetly imply: that art is a messy 
                  business -- and therein lay its most basic pleasures. 
                  
                  - Holly Myers