Swim.

Thursday evening I went out to Coney Island with the Creative Council and the Whitney Contemporaries to see the Creative Time-sponsored The Dreamland Artist Club. We drank beer, got hot, and—in my very happy case—won a ltd. ed. Sol Lewitt scarf (Yes!).

There was so much of the lovely and wondrous that my little heart was going pitter-patter at an alarming rate. Thankfully, there were no accidents. Everybody should take the D, F, N, or Q to Coney Island and dig these righteous riffs. Confusion is not only next; it's also fun. I'm talking about the delicious moments when I wasn't sure whether or not signage was part of the installation. Os Gemeos and Swoon (Sadly, I didn't use my camera right and there's no pics of Swoon.) were my two faves, but there were oh, so many others. Heres a bunch and a bushel . . .

Welcome back my friends . . .


Inside.


Symbolica!
RYAN MCGINNESS



Trouble I love.
RITA ACKERMAN

RITA ACKERMAN


Man. I don't know who the artist is but I dig it. They shoot. They score.


Word.
Word. Word. Word.
Word!!!
OS GEMEOS


OS GEMEOS


OS GEMEOS


OS GEMEOS


OS GEMEOS


OS GEMEOS


OS GEMEOS


And just to prove my confusion, I never figured out if this was part of the show or not. Biggie and Tupac: Only a polar bear DJ could bring them together. Ride, captains, ride!




Oh, and check it. Definitely the best prize I've ever won for shooting a squirtgun into the mouth of a clown until the balloon on top of his head explodes.
SOL LEWITT


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Obituary: Anthology (Slowly We Rot! Woohoo.)