ENTERTAINMENT
February 6, 1993 | DAVID PAGEL, SPECIAL TO THE TIMES
Like a mad-cap alphabet gone out of control, Don Suggs' compendium of black-and-white photo-based works chases after its referents and almost always ends up somewhere else. His nearly playful cataloguing of random symbols and arbitrary images seems to have traded the bitter sense of futility that governed his dry, unengaging paintings from four years ago for a more bemused, ironic appreciation of the vicissitudes of representation. In 1989, also at L.A.