NEW YORK—Philadelphia artist Mark Price has a bold, graphic style that seems influenced at once by design, advertising, comics, and art. His past work, which includes two self-published books in addition to screen-prints, is loud, punchy, and concerned with the perception that technology is progress. It is often text-based or features an android that looks like E.T.’s evil twin.

But for his first solo exhibition at Glowlab gallery, Price has repurposed his silkscreen ink as a drawing tool and moved a few steps closer to abstraction. The result is “The New Real Fantasy Now,” a show — on view through February 1 — that highlights Price’s trademark style while also reinterpreting it. The artist is still clearly concerned with the ills of technology and our collective human obsession with it, and the work is still loud and punchy, but here he has plumbed the depths of his imagination to create a near-apocalyptic no-man’s-land between figuration and nonrepresentation.

In the drawings, glimpses of figures emerge from explosive formations of color, ink, and technological parts. Flailing limbs and the occasional torso or outlines of a face hint at the existence of a character caught in the violent throes of the artist’s world — and yet it’s hard to tell if the character is struggling against his environment or is an essential part of it. Sometimes the figure seems torn apart by bursts of color; other times, he seems to be an extension of the robotic, technological forms around him.

Price calls this elusive figure the “Non Character — a character that, despite claiming center stage, is completely void of identity, senses, and gender and is infused with a technology that causes the Non Character to confuse its natural body with that of the technological body.” Hence the arms that look both mechanical and fleshy in Celebratory Explosions With Sick Mirrors and Infinite Resources (on yellow) — and the way they are echoed in the thin, pink slivers that point down around the explosion and in the white guns shooting out bright red blobs recalling blood or fire.

Celebratory Explosions, like the rest of the new drawings, is highly charged and difficult to fully grasp. Bright colors and familiar forms draw the viewer in, but the chaotic combining of different pieces into an unrecognizable whole confounds him. What is instantly recognizable is the relentless energy of the drawings, and their ominous tidings of a future where humanity is lost amid a contorted, scary mess of technology.

Here are Price’s suggestions for other shows to see around New York this weekend:

1. Michael Sullivan: Sex Lives of Robots at the Museum of Sex, ongoing

“Michael Sullivan haunts flea markets and yard sales picking up forgotten Barbie dolls, which he transforms into the stars of shorts that explore hyper-sexualized situations with romantic metal creations. The Museum Of Sex is showing his works The Creation of Man, The Insemination of Lulu 95304, and Iron Hole. Well-lubricated machines!”

2. La Monte Young and Marian Zazeela: Dream House at the MELA Foundation, through June 20

“La Monte Young and Marian Zazeela’s completely absorbing sound and light installation is a meditative, centering experience. Entering into the room is similar to submerging one’s body in water. Spending time with the oscillating tones and exploring their subtleties reveal a ‘playability’ of the room with one’s own perception.”

3. Critical Art Ensemble at Printed Matter, through February 28

“In addition to Printed Matter’s amazing stockpiles of handmade artist books, editions, and zines, you'll find printed materials, including books and pamphlets, from CAE’s past years of activity in ‘the exploration of the intersections between art, technology, political activism, and critical theory.’”

4. Hospital Productions

“Stock up on the newest brutal noise cassettes from the American underground noise scene and beyond. This is not an art show, but Hospital stocks tons of beautiful, handmade, super-limited releases. In the late ’90s, I used to get their photocopied catalogue through the mail selling bags of rocks and dirt in addition to their obscure and difficult audio cassette offerings... Now they have a store in the East Village!”