
Rebellious Black Girl
Opening Tuesday, February 18 at The Untitled Space, 6 pm to 9 pm. On view through February 28.
Though the cultural landscape is certainly more diverse than it used to be, it can still fall into the trap of expecting people of certain identities to look and behave a certain way, lest they be cast off and deemed unacceptable. Artist Nichole Washington pushes against all that with her solo show Rebellious Black Girl, on view at The Untitled Space in Tribeca for the rest of the month—which, of course, is also Black History Month. Washington’s work is centered around photography, but with a playful, mixed media twist, mixing vivid pinks, purples, and teals with bold imagery of powerful Black people expressing themselves however they please.

The Other 80 Hours
Opening Thursday, February 20 at New York Foundation for the Arts, 6 pm to 8 pm.
Nowadays, the average person doesn’t just do one thing. Chefs can also be sculptors, accountants can be playwrights, the options are limitless. This mindset is usually applied to people who have day jobs outside of a creative field, but that’s not the only time it rings true. The Other 80 Hours, an exhibit at the New York Foundation for the Arts curated by Zahra Banyamerian and Gabriella Calandro, shines a light on the artistic work generated by the foundation’s staff when they’re not working in a more administrative capacity within the art world.

Everyday Lives
Opening Thursday, February 20 at Jim Kempner Fine Art, 6 pm to 8 pm. On view through March 22.
It was always said not to cry over spilled milk, but sometimes minor mishaps happen when you’re in a certain mood and you simply can’t help but feel devastated. This is the mood channeled within Jerry Mischak’s series of paintings on view at Jim Kempner Fine Art, portraying colorful, clumsy scenes of domestic distress. Plates shatter, pitchers spill, and large wooden tables break entirely in two, all depicted as dramatic and vividly as such events can seem to someone who hasn’t been having the greatest day. Turns out spilled milk isn’t the only thing one can cry over.