In 1964, decades before Charles Ray, Richard Prince, and Sarah Lucas presented whole automobiles (bashed-in, souped-up, covered in buttlike protrusions), the super-prescient sculptor Salvatore Scarpitta combined Pop, futurism, and the ready-made in a full-scale reconstruction-replica of a racing car he'd seen as a boy in California. Then he was forgotten. Since MoMA and the Guggenheim are too busy showing hip video artists, we have to thank Marianne Boesky's gallery for mounting this terrific survey of an amazingly influential, underrecognized figure. Don't miss Scarpitta's large wrapped sleds, bandaged paintings, and embroidered fabric works covered in gauze, iodine, and coffee stains.
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