Tag Archives: Jerry Saltz

Fodder from the Reader

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Taking another day for the old novel, which is still going full steam, I’m happy to say. However I did get a chance to do a little web browsing, and voila! interesting things abound:

Unrelated thought: ‘Write what you know’ is rubbish advice. The whole point is to imagine and create, not replicate in dronish detail. If we did that, there would be no magical creatures, no fantasy, and no sci-fi. Not to mention relatively few happy endings, if only because it’s hard to know where things end in life. You can’t wrap up a person’s life after the good parts like a story.

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Art Isn’t Dead

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DUH.

I’m hoping the embed option for this video actually starts to work. If not, check it out at New York Magazine’s website. Jerry Saltz did a tour of 24th Street to show that Chelsea is still functioning and thriving. Going to Gagosian might not prove that, but it will provide some nice clips of the work by Murakami I was discussing yesterday. He starts the video with the other show in the gallery, which I didn’t love. To his credit, he focuses on the less annoying works.

Shiny metallic purple = 80s much?

The video is meant to accompany an article that says the gallery system isn’t dead–galleries are existing and new artwork is being shown and made. I like Jerry Saltz and I like his writing. I would like to take a class at the Bruce High Quality Foundation he talks about. But in this video he highlights a few very well established and commercially successful galleries that are still showing art. But of course.

Ravels in Review Friday

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Here we are again, two weeks into June and no sign of the rain letting up. Rain, rain, rain….

Anyhow, what did we talk about this week? Looks like we were all over the place.

  • No consensus was reached over a top 200 artist list by the Times. (No Surprise there).
  • My formula for how to destroy a cocktail party or create change looks like art critic Jerry Saltz’s Facebook page.

This constant rain is especially annoying as I was going to go get tickets to Shakespeare in the Park this morning. Now I have a conundrum. Not only if I should wait in the rain, but is the performance going to get rained out? Alas, our frailty is the cause of such concern, as Viola would say, and I think I’m go find an anarok and trudge out there.