After Judd and Flavin at Zwirnir and Basquiat at Gagosian, it’s
starting to feel like the first real post-Sandy batch of shows in Chelsea. Also
feels a lot like Chelsea’s funeral. More and more, Chelsea has stopped being
where one goes to see younger, more exciting artists then at MOMA. Chelsea is
quickly becoming a museum that rivals any big international institution but
with none of the curatorial chops. It’s museum-quality artists with none of the
curatorial rigor of, say the Basquiat retrospective at the Brooklyn Museum of
Art. Tin this show, there is no progression in the work, no themes arise, it’s
just a tight hanging of a lot of work for sale. It’s as if the more you fit on
the wall, the more you can sell. If this is what it is gonna be going forward,
with no one showing anything but old masters, can we just call it 57th
Street and agree that we’re not gonna leave Brooklyn to see art, except to go
to the Lower East Side?
Through Apr. 6th
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