“Greater New York” still rules the airwaves and byways at P.S. 1. All that’s fit to hang that’s hip. Or some phrase like that applies. Still…
I hit most all of these in. Where were my hipster helpers??
I wish the vibe there encouraged cooperation. Nobody really wanted to come out and play (and help me figure out how to get all those balls off the nets and into the pool in the Warm Up section of the courtyard).
Yikes! I had to do a kind of backflip/volleyball move to wangle these. One young lady was kind enough to help me pull the plastic poles connected to the nets overhead, like a stout yeoman, after I yelled at her for help.
Inside, the work on display (especially after I’d been able to indulge in all that really cool, small-gallery /Bushwick-salon-style viewing) felt kinda…tame, somehow.
nice ad.
Maybe everyone is too relaxed in the air conditioning?
Best I can say is that I had a kind of exquisite deja vu, walking into Franklin Evans’ installation. I didn’t know that I was about to enter his room; I just stepped across the threshold and flashed back to the first art piece that was installed in that space back when P.S. 1 first re-opened: an exquisite “Cut” piece by the late Gordon Matta Clark. It sliced through 3 floors of the building, and played with your perception of time and space.
Matta-Clark's "Doors, Floors" as originally installed at P.S. 1
Only after did I read the wall label, and see that this was Evans, and that the title of his awesome/ambitious work is timecompressionmachine. Cool!!
floor at franklin evans' time machine-of-a-show
Watch his disarming video on a nifty blog/site/gallery from Milan, Frederico Luger.
This just in: seems I’m not the only one to make the connection. Colby Chamberlain of Art Agenda got there b4 me.
Meanwhile, at P.S.1 (nobody wants to play?); I thought Greater New York was supposed to be…ballsy.
“Greater New York” still rules the airwaves and byways at P.S. 1. All that’s fit to hang that’s hip. Or some phrase like that applies. Still…
I hit most all of these in. Where were my hipster helpers??
I wish the vibe there encouraged cooperation. Nobody really wanted to come out and play (and help me figure out how to get all those balls off the nets and into the pool in the Warm Up section of the courtyard).
Yikes! I had to do a kind of backflip/volleyball move to wangle these. One young lady was kind enough to help me pull the plastic poles connected to the nets overhead, like a stout yeoman, after I yelled at her for help.
Inside, the work on display (especially after I’d been able to indulge in all that really cool, small-gallery /Bushwick-salon-style viewing) felt kinda…tame, somehow.
nice ad.
Maybe everyone is too relaxed in the air conditioning?
Best I can say is that I had a kind of exquisite deja vu, walking into Franklin Evans’ installation. I didn’t know that I was about to enter his room; I just stepped across the threshold and flashed back to the first art piece that was installed in that space back when P.S. 1 first re-opened: an exquisite “Cut” piece by the late Gordon Matta Clark. It sliced through 3 floors of the building, and played with your perception of time and space.
Matta-Clark's "Doors, Floors" as originally installed at P.S. 1
Only after did I read the wall label, and see that this was Evans, and that the title of his awesome/ambitious work is timecompressionmachine. Cool!!
floor at franklin evans' time machine-of-a-show
Watch his disarming video on a nifty blog/site/gallery from Milan, Frederico Luger.
This just in: seems I’m not the only one to make the connection. Colby Chamberlain of Art Agenda got there b4 me.