Quiet? Not This Lamb

Postmodern, schmostmodern.

You’ve drunk your way through enough boring art openings — and even more tedious art theory conversations — to make you want to swear off the bottle — not to mention the canvas — for good.

Then along comes former musician-turned-DJ-turned-artist Jim Lambie, whose work is so bright and quirky and smart and cool that everyone can enjoy it. (Hmm. Appreciate art and stay sober?)

For his newest exhibit, “Concentrations 47,” which opens today at the DMA, Lambie searched flea markets and junk shops for refuse and has transformed photos, furniture, ribbon, tires, purses, records, glass, and clothing into sculptures that jut out from the wall, the ceiling, or the floor.

Each piece is different, and many are covered in glitter, sequins, mind-bending patterns of brightly colored vinyl tape, or all of those. And each work is given a name that fits the artist’s fancy — such as Boobalicious, Zobop, or Male Stripper.

Some call Lambie’s psychedelic sculpture retro. Others call it futuristic. You can judge for yourself.

But one thing’s for sure. They’re anything but boring.

“Concentrations 47: Jim Lambie,” Dallas Museum of Art, 1717 North Harwood Street, Downtown (214-922-1200 or dallasmuseumofart.org).