Armory Show- Modern, baby, all Modern, I.

After 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 […]

Armory Show- Last of the Moderns (II).

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.

The Neighbors

The collaborative floor at the New Museum struck me as proof that most people, most of the time, are boring. I’m not proud of that. I wasn’t happy about it. You give people an empty room, and they write the most annoyingly obvious things about corporations or money or they paint Mickey Mouse or the […]

Flying

My grandfather’s tombstone has a plane etched into the granite. Just a little east of his grave, I visited into the birthplace of Amelia Earhart. I have no idea if my grandfather had any special feelings about Amelia Earhart, who, after all, lived only a brief time in Atchison, Kansas. She was a pilot, like […]