Q: How many feminists does it take to change a lightbulb?
\nA: That’s not funny.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
We fall all over ourselves in our haste to tell Portland’s Jim Riswold that he’s not funny. I’ve done it. Jen Graves has done it. Chas Bowie is doing it now, in response to Riswold’s show at Augen Gallery<\/a>. <\/p>\n Me: <\/p>\n He doesn’t have the depth to compete with Mexican graveyard humor, even under the utterly false guise of a Hirst tribute. <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n (Not just false but utterly false. more<\/a>)<\/p>\n Graves: <\/p>\n Riswold makes big, glossy, colorful photographs that reach for satire but amount to little more than low-calorie artistic cannibalism. (more<\/a>)<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Bowie:<\/p>\n It doesn’t take a degree in art history to get Riswold’s one-liners. One of the show’s better photographs, for instance, a small still life titled “Damien Hirst Gets a Fish for His Seventh Birthday,” alludes to Hirst’s infamous sculpture of a dead shark by imaging the artist’s boyhood fish tank, occupied by a singular fish skeleton. Seeing as Hirst first exhibited his 14-foot tiger shark in 1992, Riswold’s commentary is as culturally relevant as a Monica Lewinsky joke. (more<\/a>)<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Mike Leavitt <\/a>cannot claim to be any more nuanced, but his home town (Seattle) hearts him. I post<\/a> examples of his art toys on a semi-regular basis. In New York, William Powhida<\/a> is as subtle as a sledge hammer. Reaction? Pant, pant. <\/p>\n
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Q: How many art critics does it take to change a light bulb?