From Keith Skutt’s finely spun lapidary color landscapes to Eric Holubow’s shadowed color studies of derelict and decayed spaces, the eleven talented young photographers here reveal that beauty comes in a multitude of forms and is brought forth by the artist’s special temperament. For the grace and excitement of the active body, look at Stephanie Maj’s whirling and swirling cyclists, all of them—pros, kids and the handicapped—exulting in the union of muscle and machine. Anne-Marie Sesti is also intrigued with all bicycles great and small, but she likes them at rest, as when she shows us a green mountain bike lying forlornly on top of a huge mottled boulder in an Iowa field at dawn, under a pale fading moon in a subtly hued gray sky. Sesti also takes the prize for irony with her shot of a portly and smiling Bill Bernhard clutching a wad of bills in his fist as he sits in front of his pink “Mr. Pork Chop” bus, around which are strewn racing bikes that have been abandoned temporarily to make way for gut stuffing. (Michael Weinstein)
Through April 30 at the Chicago Photography Center, 3301 N. Lincoln, (773)549-1631.