Jason Rhoades. (Rosamund Felsen Gallery, Los Angeles, California)

ROSAMUND FELSEN GALLERY

Not satisfied with the visionary and the genius, the '70s art world began marketing a new line of action hero, a kind of AWOL G.I. Joe who staged reckles experiments using improper materials (polyurethane, loaded guns, raw meat) and whose antics were greeted by much horror and excitement. Critics outfitted this basement scientist with a beret and some structuralist vocabulary and announced the discovery of the bricoleur. Today, with a bookish art scene eager to prove it's still crazy after all these years (or perhaps imports from France have gon beyond theory to love of Jerry Lewis?), that now age-softened, avuncular quack-of-all-trades has …