Friday, March 16, 2007

Beautiful, Stranger.


Sorry About That

Every once in awhile there's a show that is just so, so, so . . . "Oh, yeah. This. I know this like I know my own heart." . . . Like that. I was downright fucking giddy at the opening for Rosalyn Drexler's I am the Beautiful Stranger at Pace Wildenstein last night. I wasn't familiar with her work at all, and I was totally blown away by the color and the painting chops and the ideas behind the work.


This Is My Wedding

Although painted in the 60's, there's something about the work that feels utterly contemporary. (Two people I've sent jpegs to thought that they were new paintings.) Big big BIG ups to Roberta and Libby for bringing me along for the ride. More later, but I wanted to get a post up about the utter necessity of your seeing it, like, NOW. It's impossible to see this show without thinking of all the recent talk about women in the art world, both presently and historically. This show is so damn good it hurts. Go. Go, go, go, go, go.


Study For Men and Machines I

2 comments:

Mia G said...

ohmygod those are GREAT. Thanks for posting this!z

Heart As Arena said...

Gomez. This show was MADE for you. I swear. Your house, it will come a-tumblin' down.