Outta here

I’m off to New York for a belated birthday event for my son. Besides “Spamalot” (his choice of course; I wish I had chain mail to wear to this show, which I think has the potential of cult classicdom) I hope to get to the tail end of Max Ernst at the Met as well as the Tony Oursler pieces there (the question to be asked–can the Met handle contemporary?).

A couple of other posts still hanging in my to-do pile are the imaginary landscapes show at Vox Populi, a nice reminder of how many ways landscape continues to be an alive approach to artmaking, and the Space 1026 members show–sparkling moments amidst the ebullient chaos.

I’ll be back Monday.