Let me count the ways.
I can't. There are too many.
What do I have to say about it?
to the level of every day's
Most quiet need...
We Construct A Narrative
In a way, the title sums up the entire Whitney Biennial. Everyone in the show is constructing a narrative. Sometimes, I could understand the narrative and sometimes not. It didn't really matter. It was compelling, nevertheless.
Sick Sic Six Sic ((Not) Moving: Seagullssssssssssssssssss
From the text on the wall about this piece
So what was interesting besides...
There is No Need
There is No Place Like Home
At the Biennial traditional paintings or sculptures are in small supply. Made objects, made with very low tech materials are de rigeur. Between the turntables, cardboard, duck tape, string, photographs of discarded letters, it seems that art has come back to the making of objects. And this is one of the reasons I loved the Biennial. It uses the everyday to make the extraordinary.