All around are potted succulents.
Rodney McMillian inaugurates Susanne Vielmetter’s expansive new Culver City space with a dismal show, scattered and slight. The sculptures and video feel like diluted outtakes from the artist’s ongoing, resonant meditation on American history, race, power and the body.
Roughly 100 potted succulents, cactuses and ferns fill the floor of the large main gallery.
Not a good review. Seems like a strange subject for an installation. But then I’ve been out of the art world for a decade now, so things may have changed a lot since Damien Hirst’s use of dead carcasses.