Thursday, February 12, 2009
On Line.
There's an early passage in Chaim Potok's My Name is Asher Lev where Potok let's the reader into the head of the artist as a child. The world is seen in line and color. Mostly line. I thought of this when I saw the late Fred Sandback's miracle of a show at Zwirner last weekend. I can't imagine a more complete understanding of Line and its effects on the viewer.
I also found it difficult not to think of magic. There are spots in the show where I thought that if I stepped through the created spaces I'd enter another world. Come to think of it, I did.
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3 comments:
Yes, HAA. Well put. Great show, so elegant and definitely magical.
It's seriously one of the most beautiful things I've ever witnessed-- including the Dia's collection for that matter.
What a loss he's no longer with us.
Truly.
Amen to both of you. Seriously. I think I spent about a half an hour in the gallery. I mean, just masterful.
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