Starting here with a typewriter typing a long white bed sheet. Well: a glossy, waterfalling scroll of paper. Lovely, and I forgot to get the artist’s name again. A color photo with color I was mad for. Whether that was real or induced color, environment, I don’t know. Or care. (Robert Polidori.) Two human […]
Read More Armory IIILast of the Contemporary: a cycle of water glasses. Iron hoop, three spots for water glasses. It reminded me of a piece I saw at the New Museum the week before, a water glass with a sign that says, “At night this water turns black.” Ha. See how you are water, and how delicate it […]
Read More Armory Show IVAfter I’d made it through Contemporary, I took a set of aluminum stairs that went from the downstairs Pier 94 to the downstairs of Pier 92. They seemed to be temporary stairs, and the most artistic thing there was the constant tapping of people going up and down, which I though, as I approached, must […]
Read More Armory Show- Modern, baby, all Modern, I.Here’s your last three, and I’ll leave you alone. A pretty yellow Calder, for Christmas (I should put it on my cards next year, no?). A Franz Kline piece called “Rocker.” And one of my final favorites, by Beatriz Milhazes.
Read More Armory Show- Last of the Moderns (II).
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