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Whitney Biennial

Nicole Eisenman's ginormous, funny & desperate sculpture. I thought she withdrew her work? 
 

 

Finally made it to the Biennial, just a couple of days of days before it closed. 

 

I liked everything & I didn't like anything. 

 

I don't know what I mean by that. 

 

Last night I stopped by the Salmagundi Club to see the American Impressionist show. It was depressing—like a bunch of MFA poems, competent & lifeless. The Biennial was full of life but a lot of the work seemed entirely conceptual, so there was no point in actually executing the piece, or they were op-eds. It wasn't depressing but I didn't leave wanting to charge home & make art. 

 

Then He Who Must Not Be Named stepped on my foot & now I can't walk. 

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