he has an eye for beauty but knows no moderation
looked at art in northwest chelsea while bewaring the ides of march. on 24th street, there's some wood construction work, and on the wall someone had posted this. pretty sure it's iraqis that have been killed recently:
holla back if you've seen stuff like this here or anywhere.
at matthew marks on 22nd and 10th, there's a new nan goldin exhibit and part of it is slides of her work set to sacred music by john taverner, sung by björk. it is hard sometimes to not use clichéd words when you talk about visual things, but there was something sad and beautiful about seeing those photos click and flip by in those progressions where you see people courting each other, then becoming close, then becoming very close, then touches of jealousy and estrangement and resignation. at least that's what i got outta it.
nikolai fine art appears to be gone, which sucks.
on 26th, you step outside (i think it's gorney bravin & lee) and it's all scaffolding, which i saw for the first time around my house when i was a little kid. i loved it then and even though i dread walking under it, i love it now too.
and when you cross the street you end up at james cohan for an exhibit by trenton doyle hancock. the front room has this written all over the walls, which is the starting point of the story:
for a floor of florathis is a story about an average prehistoric ape family. the father's name is homerbuctas. he is married to almacroyn. together, they have two ape children, a son, brouthescam, and a daughter, cromalyna. the father, homerbuctas, has the features of any prehistoric ape man, i.e. low hanging brow and protruding muzzle mouth, but he differs fundamentally from other ape men. ya' see, homerbuctas has a knack for turning impulsion into compulsion. he has an eye for beauty but knows no moderation. his desire to be satiated in the presence of beauty ultimately creates a rift between himself and his ape family. and so it began.
if you walk over to 11th avenue, there's desolate buildings like it's what got excreted westward from the galleries.
