David Adamo at Untitled Gallery in New York
Sometimes seeing a movie without any knowledge of what it’s about makes for an incredible experience. I encountered a similar effect when viewing David Adamo’s new show at Untitled. I had heard his name before, and maybe seen an image or two of his work, but I definitely wasn’t prepared for this full-fledged attack on the gallery’s space.
Huge pieces of wood have been whittled down to the point where they look ready to collapse in on themselves, a New England rock wall courses through the gallery, a miniature red door leads to who knows where, and semi-carved canoes sit propped on the wall. The escape? A fragile rope (or cloth) ladder leading up to the room’s sky lights.