In 1971, Bill Beckley, the American conceptual artist and photographer, was living in Soho, 112 Greene Street, which housed himself, Yvonne Rainer, Dennis Oppenheim, and at least a dozen others. Despite the cramped space, Beckley added a rooster to the fold. After saving it from slaughter, he installed it in the collective, in a coop atop a mattress. This “possible wake up call”—political and literal pun intended—established him in the art world. His post-rooster work, however, is primarily photography, studies of narrative and language that always reserve space for sheer beauty. At the Studio Trisorio, a selection of Beckley’s latest. —C.J.F.