Some artists maintain “the artist as inexplicable genius” act that stems from the 19th century in an annoying way. Playing the freedom of creativity card for any ridiculous object, gesture or splashes of paint, because eh “artist.” Others are certainly peculiar, surreal even, perhaps maintaining this genius artist notion as well, but for some reason, it’s not annoying. The master of creating weird ass installations that are hard the interpret is Laure Prouvost.

And the one and only Laure Prouvost is in town! Her, well how to put it, very imaginative exhibition is on view until today at Lisson Gallery 10th av. location.

I love her art. Nothing is usual. Don’t expect a white cube, clearly presented art with wall labels and surrounded by space. No, it’s a mix of a cheapo travel agency, balloon breasts fountains (it’s for global warming you know), cluttered desks, random phrases on blackboards, and video art in the dirt. I couldn’t distinguish the artworks, gallery staff desks, and meeting tables from one another.

So I don’t know what to say about her art. I could frame it. She has roots in surrealism but not in a Freudian or Dalian way (I guess) but like the Avant-Garde surrealists, she makes dreamlike, not to be found in reality, stuff. She disrupts systems of representation with her surrealism and combines language (mostly it’s a tape on repeat of her saying words) images and objects. Sometimes she triggers the senses by wind machines and flashing lights. Her art is something you have to experience and to explain. Just ride her wave.

This exhibition will literally close in one and a half hour so is it too late to say sorry? Click here for more info.