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It's a weird week, New York. And unless you're in it, you have no idea its even happening. But out there in the chilly March air are the best paintings and photographs and sculptures in the contemporary market today. It's the best of the best of the BEST, stuck salon style in a room built for storage. Anthony Gormley, Cindy Sherman, Erwin Wurm, Uta Barth, Susan Collins, Mary Heilman, and my dear James Nares' work can be found, to name a limited, favorited (favorited?) few.
They are hidden in concrete blocks jutting off the west side of the island, and a few uptown on the east side. This world exists behind closed doors and private parties, but it is there for you. And now that you know-- now that you have been told by your token art friend-- you must go see the zoo that is art week in New York City. It's an absolute treat.
2 comments:
You have the ability to make this art come alive for me. Thank you.
Sarah, insiders' language is the way people distinguish themselves as being a part of a certain sect. I would've thought you'd like that kind of thing. Words like "vernissage" are far too fun and interesting not to be said as often as possible. I am jealous that I really have no occasion to ever use terms like that. (Cooking is another good one. I'd work words like coulis, clafoutis and compote into everyday speech if I could.)
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