Steve Locke paints guys sticking out their tongues. Some of them seem to be concentrating intently; others mock, one or two appear comically erotic. Some may be following that classic doctor’s directive.
Locke, a Boston artist, has his first solo museum show up now at the Institute of Contemporary Art. On first pass, his works come across as puckish — some made me laugh out loud — but “Steve Locke: there is no one left to blame” only incidentally uses humor to explore topics that cut to the quick of what it means to be a man.