“I was genuinely and pleasantly surprised to find innovative contemporary works among the typical somberly scholastic approach at this year’s edition of Master Drawings New York.”
Delirious at the Met Breuer is an exhibition filled with beautiful but comparatively polite works by habitually transgressive artists.
The Armory Show is thought of first and foremost as a venue for buying contemporary art, but on the fair’s southern pier dealers quietly move Modern masterpieces worth millions.
The inaugural exhibition at the new Whitney Museum is not perfect, but it is pretty damn good.
Like Victor Frankenstein manipulating his monster from the scavenged remains of tossed-away corpses, artist Nancy Grossman started her career by building “machine-animal hybrids” from a tumult of salvaged metal, wood, and leather.
In Nancy Grossman: Tough Life Diary (Prestel, 2012), performer Elizabeth Streb relays an anecdote about artist Nancy Grossman startling her by wearing a monkey fur jacket. It’s one of those images that has an unsettling, visceral nature to it, like striding through life in a skin ripped from another person, the carnal texture of some sliced up simian.