Whitney Biennial. The show everybody loves to hate. I didn't have to pay admission or I probably wouldn't have gone. That said, it was interesting to compare it to the 2012 show. I went in 2012 to see the work of some college classmates, and because I was in NYC, and because I didn't have to pay admission that time, either. In recalling it, what comes to mind is a general feeling of fatigue. It felt so thin, and grey, and undernourished, all the artwork. What I remember most vividly is a picture I snapped on my way in of a woman in sneakers and a wonderfully vibrant coat.
|yep. that's the one.|
|painting by Laura Owens.|
|can't remember the artist, but kind of like this twinkie painting.|
|security guy checking me out.|
|liked this thing - not surprising, I suppose, since it looks a bit like a quilt?|