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Variations on a Theme and What Makes a Boy Start Fires?: John Sanchez's evocative oil-and-acrylic-on-canvas paintings somberly depict desolate urban scenes as if snapped by a disposable camera through a drunken haze in the wee hours of the morning. Kyle Trowbridge injects high-octane fuel into the car crash theme, even including a burned-out pearlescent Volkswagen Beetle that was crisped on July's Friday the 13th. — Carlos Suarez De Jesus Through October 6. The Dorsch Gallery, 151 NW 24th St., Miami; 305-576-1278, www.dorschgallery.com.
Versus: Rising art star Susan Lee-Chun's solo show features a suite of knockout Lambda prints in which the artist battles with her kooky alter ego. A video monitor in the gallery's window facing the street features the blond-wigged Korean artist dressed in plaid schoolgirl garb while trying to peel the skin off an apple in one swipe. Occasionally a disembodied hand reached in from offscreen, whacking Lee-Chun in the noggin. — Carlos Suarez De Jesus Through October 6. Spinello Gallery, 2294 NW Second Ave., Miami; 786-271-4223, www.spinellogallery.com.
Tropical Itch: Aesthetics of Scratching: Magnus Sigurdarson's trademark stacked-newspaper-and-video installations are featured along with a suite of nine gut-busting C-prints in which the pale-skinned, blond, blue-eyed Icelandic artist appears to have washed up on South Beach like a stunned mackerel. Titled I'm the Stranger, the photos depict a paunchy, bare-chested Sigurdarson as he is buffeted by waves on the seashore, appearing waterlogged as if he just dog-paddled the 3200 nautical miles here from Reykjavík. A whiff of the illegal immigration squawk underpins his hilarious scenes. — Carlos Suarez De Jesus Through October 10. Kevin Bruk Gallery, 2249 NW First Pl., Miami; 305-576-2000, www.kevinbrukgallery.com.
Wake Me Up When the Present Arrives: Over a 10-day period, Argentine artist Diego Bianchi trashed Locust Projects, filling the space with a battered boat hull, heaps of garbage, and a slick sheen of mud. Bianchi puts rock stars — and their lifetime hotel bans for taking wrecking balls to their rooms — to shame. Slapdash fountains arranged strategically across the filthy floor spew foamy streams of soap bubbles. Hundreds of LifeSavers candies dangle from fishing line, twirling like noxious snowflakes overhead. — Carlos Suarez de Jesus Through October 27. Locust Projects, 105 NW 23rd St, Miami; 305-576-8570, www.locustprojects.org.
Karen Kilimnik: The influential artist has a knack for picking at the scab of the national psyche. Beneath the deceptively saccharine blush of her artistic production oozes celebrity-addled America's obsession with Page Six gossip, fashion glossies, purple tabloid prose, and Court TV. Her work reminds us why a has-been wreck like O.J. Simpson can still dominate the 6:00 p.m. news. The first American survey of Kilimnik's career features more than 90 works spanning the past 20 years, including paintings, drawings, photographs, assemblage, and installations. — Carlos Suarez De Jesus Through November 12. Museum of Contemporary Art, 770 NE 125th St., North Miami; 305-893-6211, www.mocanomi.org.