moma!

the moma surpassed my expectations. four stories of contemporary and modern art. the top floor showcased a special retrospective exhibition of jeff wall's work. seeing his work in person was a treat. most of the photography is displayed in giant light boxes. the size, light illumination from the boxes and the content, gives his work a surrealistic feel. although it seemed like some of his work could be pulled from every day life, it still possesed a dream-like quality.

i saw bill viola, andy warhol, jeff koonz' "basketballs half sub-merged in tank"! a fun super contemporary comic absraction exhibition, and countless other names that i wrote down.

after the moma i walked 20 city blocks to the whitney. the whitney was over-shadowed by my moma experience. but i saw some things i liked. including paul pheifer.

sun

i didn't like the met. i could have spent weeks in there. i walked for five hours, rarely stopping, with the exception of chuck close and the guy kicking the can in harlem, and i still managed to miss a couple of things. and it's not even like the art sucked, it was just like, cluttered. thrown on the walls. i would have liked it more if they would have organized rooms not only by art period, but by artist as well. but it was a beautiful day, and eveyone hangs out on the massive steps of the metropolitan museum of art.

i saw central park, and it was even better than i imagined it to be. although it's sort of separated into chunks, because it's so massive. it doesn't really feel like one place, but a collective gathering of large parks consisting of different things. lakes and lawns and hoops and paths and trees and people, lots of people.

then the guggenheim. beautiful interior, of course. i'm only a fan of half of picasso's work, and i don't like el greco, the other guy. but family pitures was good. i've been taking and developing pictures as of late.

gabe and i walked through some ritzy neighborhood off of central park. people recycle their expensive out-dated furniture on the sidewalk.

Harlem Globe-Trottin

we head north through harlem and the bronx and into a rural, expansive sort of new england, i wanted to go fishing. the dia beacon was large and beatiful and site-specific. then i saw a cab hit a motorcycle.

first sunny day

We all took the L-train over to the williamsburg area to check out David Kramer's studio. in williamsburg, people play baseball on pavement. and they hang out on street corners, unlike manhattan, where everyone is in a hurry. lot's of youth in the area, seems like the place to be. the inhabitants; many young artists with rich parents, living in overpriced studio apartments. in williamsburg, looking west down every intersecting street, are spectacular views of manhattan.

I liked David Kramer's work, it was very humorous. i'm not sure what to think of the guy though. to me, he seemed like an authentic loser, but kartz kept telling us, "he's a joker," "it's a gimmick." If he truly is the loser he portrays in his work, i have redeeming respect for the guy, exchanging his own dignity to gain a little respect from the followers. He gave us all some parting advice, "confuse yourself, get lost, find yourself." Thanks David, i need a little hope when searching.