New York
Ace Gallery
Critical appraisals of Tim Hawkinson usually revolve around his image as a bizarro California inventor dude, puttering away on his strange thingamabobs. There’s no doubt that Hawkinson is often dazzlingly inventive; his ambitious work over the last decade has rightly earned him a reputation as a singular tinkerer. Yet there is something almost backhanded in the way the mad scientist image often gets invoked suggesting that an imagination as fecund as his must be somehow undisciplined: that his work isn’t serious enough to be taken seriously… Subscribe to Sculpture Magazine to read this review in full.
