Decked out in Comme des Garçons shorts, a Philip Lim shirt and a tan leather neckpiece of his own design, artist/provocateur Robert Melee opened “Triscuit Obfuscation,” his darkly exuberant sixth solo show, last week at Andrew Kreps Gallery in Chelsea. "I like to come up with titles that sound strange," Melee said, sipping tequila out of an elegant pocket flask and then passing it around. "My titles are humorous and confusing, yet poetic -- Baloneyism, Inbetween False Comfort, Unshamelessfulnessly. . . ."
