“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…

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…

We Are All One

These are truly dark days in my adopted country. I, like the majority of people both in- and outside of this nation, didn’t think there was a chance for the chips to land the way they now decidedly have. At a friend’s house on election night, I had a brief fit of rage around 11:45…

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…

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…

The Unfolding of Time

Since stumbling upon Rebecca Solnit’s piece in Harper’s a few months back, I’ve brought myself up to speed by reading her books “Men Explain Things to me” and “Hope in the Dark: Untold Histories, Wild Possibilities.” I found some of it difficult to get through–particularly the sections on violence towards women–but aside from that I…