Morning Links: Garden Gnome Edition

On the pre-war and wartime Berlin of Marsden Hartley, the subject of a new exhibition at LACMA. [WSJ] Sign Up

An Elliott Arkin garden gnome. (Courtesy Amherst College)
An Elliott Arkin garden gnome. (Courtesy Amherst College)

On the pre-war and wartime Berlin of Marsden Hartley, the subject of a new exhibition at LACMA. [WSJ]

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There’s one silver lining of the mess of the Corcoran getting unceremoniously split apart: the museum is now a part of the National Gallery, so it will no longer charge for admission. [The Washington Post]

Lucien Freud’s collection of works by his friend, Frank Auerbach, is on display at the Tate Britain. What if it just… stayed there forever? [The Guardian]

James Frey—the one-time co-owner of Half Gallery and author of the fabricated memoir A Million Little Pieces—will turn Elliott Arkin’s sculptures of garden gnomes into a children’s book. [The Art Newspaper]

“512 Hours,” Marina Abramovic’s 64-day performance at Serpentine Gallery in London, has now ended. Missed it? You can watch her video diaries, which remind me of those video confessionals on The Real World. [Marina Abramovic Institute]

Let’s return to that story from last week, the one that involved, as we put it, “an eviction, tribal masks, meth pipes, a ‘possible bomb device’ and a missing Picasso worth one million dollars.” Turns out the Picasso is not worth anything, because it’s fake. The meth pipes, though? Very real. [The Daily Courier]

On the Volcano Extravaganza festival on the remote island of Stromboli, which sound pretty bonkers to me: “The next morning I sat on a bed of ropes, nursing a hangover after Eddie Peake, Prem Sahib, and George Henry Longly’s Anal House Meltdown party and inhaling fumes from the back of a ferry bound for Naples. As Stromboli receded into the distance, Louise Bourgeois’s words inscribed in capitals on a handkerchief rang in my head: I HAVE BEEN TO HELL AND BACK AND LET ME TELL YOU, IT WAS WONDERFUL.” [Artforum]

Morning Links: Garden Gnome Edition