Sometimes the surest marker of artistic worth is the flow of traffic. Standing on the mezzanine landing of the Studio Museum in Harlem, overlooking the ground-floor gallery, I was struck by the decisiveness of its visitors. One glance at the exhibition featured downstairs, Chris Ofili: Afro Muses 1995-2005, and-hup!-straight to the staircase and up they Read More
The artist Chris Ofili has aroused the indignation of the
Mayor of New York, or at least has provided said political candidate with a
chance to strut his credentials as a believer and a man of the people, even if
he lives in and off of this city of sinners and wiseacres. Mr. Ofili’s painting Read More
Well, I’ve been over to Brooklyn to see the Sensation show and–guess what?–it’s a lousy exhibition. It’s an appallingly witless and stupid exhibition. But that’s what it was expected to be, wasn’t it? If it wasn’t guaranteed to be stupidly offensive, it wouldn’t be getting all this attention, would it? If it wasn’t guaranteed to Read More
