The Anatomy of Grief

I’ve sometimes thought about how the works of art that have touched me the most all share a certain inescapable characteristic. This elusive but absolutely vital something doesn’t necessarily hinge on materials and aesthetics, but has more to do with what I think of as an undefined indication of Truth. By this I don’t mean…

On the Titles of Things

Saturday I went to see Jessica Stockholder at Mitchell-Innes & Nash in Chelsea. I have liked her work for years and this show was no exception: her practice of performing wonky marriages between practically disparate materials and whole and partial objects creates a delightful itch at the very back of my head that makes me…

Storm King Sculpture Park

Despite starting out on a bit of a rough note (courtesy of the Trailways’ counter staff at the Port Authority who clearly hasn’t grasped the purpose of e-tickets…), last Sunday reached near perfection as I spent the day walking around Storm King. Over 100 sculptures are deliberately placed in the landscape of this park which…

Bugs, anyone?

So, The Economist had a bright red truck parked at the corner of 68th Street and Lexington Avenue last Friday afternoon. A bunch of friendly people were handing out flyers and free ice cream with several great flavors to choose from. The only caveat was that each servingĀ  of ice cream came with a mandatory…