Some people care about money, fame, and power; we prefer to look elsewhere.
As much as we might feel that our lives are lived these days at breakneck speed, Bruce Nauman’s work suggests otherwise. “Films,” for Nauman, “are about seeing.”
Blonde is a consistent, coherent, well-crafted album, but it feels anticlimactic. It’s a retreat.
The first painting I saw in 2016 was “Cockman Always Rises Orange” (2015): we can’t say we weren’t warned.