“Turn Up The Bass”

The title of this show is way too upbeat for my current somber, post-election mood, but the work in this recent exhibition was so phenomenally good that it has to be mentioned here. My words are not going add much that isn’t already visible in the pictures so please forgive me while I stick to…

Love Thy Neighbors

I got drunk with a couple of neighbors Monday night. It happened unexpectedly as we joined forced to do some work for our annual shareholders’ meeting, and I was happy for the opportunity to get to know these people better. The conversation revolved around our sense of disbelief and devastation after the election, and the…

Light in the Dark

Went to see Carmen Herrera: Lines of Sight at the Whitney on Saturday night. Spent a good couple of hours there (partly because I was waiting for a friend to arrive, late) and it’s a show that’s worth every minute. My only complaint is that the show doesn’t include more works by this 101 year…

Future Sex

I finished Emily Witt’s new book “Future Sex” over the weekend. It’s a fast, curious read that is divided into chapters with straightforward titles such as “Internet Dating”, “Internet Porn”, “Webcams” and “Polyamory.” By way of driving the story, each chapter is structured as a vignette into the lives of other people, and Witt gives…

Support

Something we all need from time to time. Even a rusty old pipe, apparently.  

October Sun

Met up with a friend for a late lunch at my favorite joint on Brighton Beach last week. It was one of the surprisingly hot, sunny days and we sat in the shade to cool off. After sunset we walked over to Coney Island and checked out the few rides that were still going. I…

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 serving  of ice cream came with a mandatory…

On “The Language of Things”

I’m a big fan of the Public Art Fund and generally like their NYC-wide, temporary installations. The title of the current show in City Hall Park, The Language of Things, had me excited but ultimately left me unimpressed. On Aug. 4, Ken Johnson wrote that the park was “alarmingly unkempt” and this was the case…

Grosse on the Beach

Yesterday, a friend and I took the NYC Water Taxi out to the Rockaways to spend a lazy afternoon at Riis Beach. We also wanted to check out Katharina Grosse’s new public art piece which will be up for the duration of the summer. Although I have yet to see her sprawling paint job psychylustro…