Ruben Ochoa

March 19 – July 24, 2009
at Peter Blum SoHo

Ruben Ochoa

The New Yorker
April 13, 2009

A massive concrete slab leans at a forty-five-degree angle against the gallery wall, smothered in what looks like a dump truck’s worth of red dirt – shades of Richard Serra’s “Props” and Walter de Maria’s “Earth Room,” not to mention Urs Fischer’s brilliant excavation of Gavin Brown’s floor in 2007. But duck under the slab and the illusion crumbles; the concrete mass is only half-solid, and the soil just dusts the top of the burlap-covered mound made of chicken wire. What Ochoa pulls off here is more than just a clever piece of stagecraft – his colossus collapses truth and illusion.