Forget the annoying acoustiguide: What you need nowadays to get through the Metropolitan Museum of Art is a sleeping bag. You’ll need to hunker down and spend a couple of nights if you want to take in the dizzying amount of art on view.
I’m not talking about the permanent collection-that’s for another sleepover. I’m Read More
There isn’t anyone I know who doesn’t profess a certain respect for the paintings of William Bailey, currently the subject of an exhibition at the Robert Miller Gallery. That this respect is sometimes forced and grudging has, I think, as much to do with the character of the work as it does with individual taste. Read More
Just as financier Ted Ammon’s widow, Generosa, was anticipating
an $8.5 million check for the apartment her husband owned at 1125 Fifth Avenue,
it turns out she’ll get a check for $1.5 million more.
In late January, when a
potential buyer for the co-op apartment, near 94th Street, had not returned a
signed $8.5 Read More
An Anteroom Show Gives Short Shrift to Porter
Porter’s work isn’t compatible with an ethos that places a premium on urinals and drippers, soup cans, dildoes and elephant shit.
What is it about the painter Fairfield Porter that irritates people-pisses them off, in fact? This question may seem a non sequitur, and a forced Read More
A display label included in Jean Poyet: Artist to the Court of Renaissance France, an exhibition currently at the Morgan Library, informs us that Poyet’s Four Seasons (late 1480′s), an illumination about the size of a baseball card, was “quickly and broadly painted for a young king [Charles VIII] who was not known as a Read More
The letter from the Robert Miller Gallery to the president of the Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation came without warning. Dated March 18 and addressed to attorney Michael Ward Stout, who is the Mapplethorpe estate’s executor and the foundation’s president, the letter is signed by Mr. Miller’s wife, Sarah (Betsy) Wittenborn Miller, who is the gallery’s chief Read More
When Robert Miller opened an eponymous gallery on the second floor of the Fuller Building in 1986, the storybook Art Deco tower on the corner of Madison Avenue and 57th Street was still the uncontested center of the art world. Each Saturday-the day of the week when most art deals are made-Mr. Miller would arrive Read More
For the past two years, Jennifer Bartlett has been a free agent. Without regular gallery representation, the 57-year-old artist has found herself in a position to pick and choose between galleries that want to show her work, and the galleries have been coming up with some interesting proposals. In January, Betty Cuningham, a dealer who Read More