Now, Photopath has finally returned to an intimate, noninstitutional setting, lent startling prescience in a world awash in simulations generated by text-to-image algorithms. Conceived under the supervision of the octogenarian artist, this one-and-a-half-by-thirty-one-and-a-half-foot version diagonally bisects Cristin Tierney’s small, bay-windowed room (I imagined a massive version slicing across New York’s Federal Plaza, à la Serra’s Tilted Arc). Visitors are encouraged to walk around or step over the image stream, which is matte finished and, unlike earlier iterations, inkjet printed in color.
