THE NEW YORKER
JULY 15, 2002

TENESH WEBBER
In the age of digital techniques, Tenesh Webber's huge silver-gelatin prints of tiny found objects Such as cotton balls or a wire flying in an inky black void--feel refreshingly pure and daring. In "Untitled (Dots)", spangles of smeared white spots loop around the frame, and in "Swing I", they all but dance, scattershot and exuberant. It's a testament to Webber's skills as a stylist that such pictures, whose minimalism and lack of pretense could easily emit nothing but studied somberness, instead feel playful, kinetic, and richly suggestive. Through July 26. (Milo, 552 W. 24th St. 414 0370.)