I’ve never read something by one of my peers and thought ‘s/he’s mistaken!’ Although I have often disagreed. Whose mistake is that? It’s not the writer’s.
An exhibition at Paul Kasmin Gallery offers a capsule vision of the relationship of the two artists during these formative years.
We’re instinctively taught not to touch the art by stern museum guards and gallery attendants that drill into you the idea that it is untouchable, literally, but imagine my surprise when I visited the home of New York critic and curator Karen Wilkin and saw her cats really loving her sculpture collection.
Teri Tynes of the Walking Off the Big Apple blog went to the preview for Anthony Caro’s mini-retrospective on the rooftop of the Metropolitan Museum. She has published a good set of photos and a post that reports on the artist and what he said during the press event.
There’s no point in giving you a “review” of the mothership of art fairs in Miami, Art Basel Miami Beach, so I thought a photo essay with some observations were more appropriate.
I admit that I got a little bored after three hours of wandering around. I found myself seeing the same thing and getting the same numbness I get during marathon holiday shopping trips or walks through ancient souks … there’s only so much merchandise you can see in one stop.
It was still refreshing to see some galleries display the prices of their wares freely, and examples of excellent abstraction by names mostly absent from the art history survey books, but I was most shocked to discover what must be the most awful Basquiat I have even seen in my life.