From the Street, But Domesticated.

Once upon a time, you could glue a cigarette butt to a canvas or haul dirty tires into a gallery and upset people's nervous systems. Now, art is so adept at absorbing any whiff of mischief that it is difficult to retain any meaningful vestige of the street. This is especially true in ''Keith Haring: A New Dimension'' and ''Chakaia Booker: Eminent Domain,'' on display in the Museum Building and the Domestic Arts Building at Grounds for Sculpture in Hamilton. Ms. Booker works with tires. There is a long tradition of this, leading back at least to Robert Rauschenberg, who scavenged Lower Manhattan to create his ''Combines'' from the 1950s and '60s. Ms. Booker's addition to the conversation in the early '90s was to link tires with race -- that is, the various shades of dark skin falling under the rubric of ''blackness,'' and the visual rhyming of tire treads with African scarification and body painting. (Ms. Booker also makes elaborate, sculptural costumes; someone should do an exhibit of these, since they have become, in recent years, her most intriguing works.) [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]