A Dreary Saturday in Chelsea
Somewhat less torturous Charles Burchfield graphite drawings are on view at the nearby D’Amelio Terras Gallery.
Hunting rubber boots, worn in various colors, brought a cheerful note to the dark mood of the day.
Melting snow left a handful of Art Lovers stranded on slouchy snow banks with little chance of rescue from gallery assistants.
Ironic wiring in a Banks Violette installation at Gladstone – a sculpture which somehow formally echoed my hat. Being in a mundane state of mind, I wondered how one could vacuum between the wires without messing up the piece.
« Band of Bikers » at Zieher Smith presents a hundred fading 1970s snapshots of gay bikers found by the gallery owner in his building basement, among the discarded belongings of a recently deceased tenant.
I wonder where Hell’s Angel cap went.