As anyone who reads this.hearts.on.fire. regularly knows, it's rare for me to write a negative entry. My goal with this site is to spread the word on things I love and not those I hate. The blogosphere is chock full of haters and cynics and I generally don't want to add to that. Every now and then, though, I just can't hold back.

After stopping by the gorgeous new 303 Gallery space on 21st Street on Saturday for the Doug Aitken show, Anna and I went to see the mega Cecily Brown show at Gagosian's 24th Street space.

Two words: pure rubbish.

Firstly, I had no clue she'd gotten as big as she seems to be. Given her earlier work, I knew she had promise, but a full gallery show at Gagosian on 24th is a big deal. Almost too big of a deal for Ms. Brown, as it looked like she had a moment a few months back when she realized how much wall space there is and said to herself "Shit! I need 25 more paintings fast!"

The colors are horrible and the "abstraction" is 5th grade at best. Quickly rough out a body shape of someone getting a blow job then obscure it every so slightly with brush strokes just to make sure nobody misses it. It's kind of genius because you really don't have to know how to paint, not that I think figural paintings means much, but if you're going for abstraction, at least give me a good composition or a killer palette. This show looks like vomit on canvas.

I've seen a lot of amazing art at Gagosian and Cecily Brown's latest show is not worthy of the space or anyone's time. I've been trying to find the sticker price for the works, but haven't been successful in finding anything. I shutter to think. All I'll say is this: you have been warned.

And ps: I'm a semi fan of Brown's past work, which has tended to be more gestural and much more pleasant to the eye. This latest round is something quite different.