Went to the Brooklyn Museum of Art today to see portraits of children by John Singer Sargent, and also to see an exhibit of photographs of Marilyn Monroe at the Brooklyn Museum of Art. Sargent was singularly spectacular in his usual fashion, yet it seemed to be all surface and nuance... but what a surface!
The stunner of the day were the images of Marilyn which were riveting, revealing and rapacious providing depth, intimacy and intimations of mortality and morality. More on this later.
Stopped by the Elizabeth Dee Gallery earlier in the day, after a romp at Chelsea Piers. The installation by Virgil Marti in the small space on West 20th St. seemed contrived, tacky and a little too retro for my taste. Although I was lucky to see the show as it was being dismantled ( it closed yesterday) but I was disappointed by the yard sale nature of the presentation. Let's just say I don't get it.
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