Part of the new year’s experiment is Twitter reduction. Here’s some things that would have been tweets. Now they’re…aphorisms? observations? pointless?
Empires rule by convincing you that your horizon is the same as their borders, and that nothing lies beyond. (About the “art world”)
Saw Catherine Opie’s recent show at Lehman-Maupin : A glam vision of burning it all down. Couldn’t shake the wierdness of the context, given how nothing in the gallery was a millimeter out of place.
Utopian Queer sex parties are still happening in New York. Blessings on everyone doing that work!
No matter how hoity-toity New York galleries get with architecture and intimidation, they still have recourse to dorky laser-printed signs made of office paper, scotch tape and plastic inserts to tell you when they are closed for installation.
Love that you’re posting here more often. Happy New Year!