My five (ok six)
In a very random order, here are my favorites.
Saralene Tapley, Flourish, 2013, acrylic on watercolor paper
The flourish of this piece by Saralene Tapley is ambiguous (artistic? fanciful? fey?) but the rendering isn't. The nuance, control, and subtle use of color are superb.
Julon Pinkston, Shirtless, Young and Catching Flesh, 2013, acrylic on wood panel, 10 x 7 x 2 inches
Julon Pinkston's work is one of those that I could have made in high school art class. It's got a haphazard, found object feel but sophisticated, balanced composition. Plus, he made it and neither I nor you did.
Chantal M. Wnuk, The Six Pound Weight in the Pit of My Stomach, 2012, charcoal, graphite and colored pencils on paper, 22 x 30 inches
Mix a little Francis Bacon with a little Chaim Soutine and it's guaranteed to stick in my gut.
Cintia Rico, Pod (Series Pod), 2012, Stoneware, soap, pigment and nylon fibers, 15 x 11 x 11 inches and 12 x 9 x 9 inches
Plain and simple genital envy/lust. 'nuff said.
Mari Omori, Fieldwork: 2007-2012, 2013, 1 minute video loop
Mesmerizing. I'm not sure if it is mesmerizing because of the vertiginous stop-action photography, the scope of the work (the world as held by the artist's hand), the individual objects displayed, or the altered or want-to-be-altered state of the viewer. Nevertheless, my doubt is irrelevant. It's simply mesmerizing.
JooYoung Choi, Sacrifice of Putt-Putt, 2013, acrylic and paper on canvas, 75 x 70 inches
There is a part of me that longs for the regal, narrative mural style paintings that span time and place in illustrating a cultural icon's trials, tribulations, and ultimate sacrifice. This painting by Joo Young Choi appeals to that part of me, even though I'm clueless as to who Putt-Putt is other than the inventor of the only type of golf I can play.