i didn't walk alone because i wasn't alone

let's catch up, okay? because we haven't talked in a little while.

i went to nyc this past weekend, an event i had been anticipating for several months, with my distinguished majors project classmates. up we go in a van and there we are looking at kara walker's installation at the Whitney. It is just - I recommend it. Her work is really thought out and compelling. it shakes people up and it's great.

more specifically, she takes silhouette cut outs of antebellem-y embellished scenes of slaves and their owners [think 'gone with the wind']. the grotesqueness of the pictures is only made more genius by the juxtaposition with its gorgeousness. she riles up oprah like it's nobody's business.

to the left is an installation where she lit up the silhouettes that were cut out onto the wall with a projector. oh my god. so they are scenes just in front of you, and there are shadows moving about because of the people walking around.

this one is one that is currently at the whitney exhibition. it wasn't one of my favorites overall, but i think it conveys a lot of the notions that kara walker is trying to put forth.

we also saw lawrence weiner's retrospective there. it consists mostly of large texts on the walls conveying artistic ideas. one could think of sol lewitt creating the "floor plan" for an art project, and then presenting that plan as the art itself. so say... lawrence writes on the wall his ethos: "1. The artist may construct the work. 2. The work may be fabricated. 3. The work may not be built." or some such. and that's the piece. i just was spinning. i was pleasantly surprised by how intriguing his exhibition hit me.

we went to the new museum, and there was a sweet wax woman by urs fischer. it was basically a woman candle, and it's been burning/melting down since november-ish. really nice. although my friend saw a kid trip over the arm that melted off of her. it moved and he stuck it back to where it was laying on the floor, blushing. oh kids.

then we went about the chelsea galleries, and i can't say that i saw that much, except for some kiki smith prints in the back of the pace prints gallery. it's always interesting that famous artists have prints that no one ever gets to see because prints don't get famous as often maybe.

my friend adam went to the met and saw a damien hirst piece, and i was jealous.

i'm just not a morning person.

but i am a fan of brunch.