I live in Washington DC. What this means, as a writer who spends most of her time concerned with art world goings-on, is that most of the time I have plenty to keep me occupied. We have world-class museums and galleries, art spaces and artists – everything I need to keep me productive and happy and (mostly) gainfully employed right here at home.
What it also means is that I have easy access to everything the east coast has to offer: there’s Baltimore and Philly, with the Barnes and the Walters and the like, and of course there’s New York. About three hours on the train and I’m in Manhattan and headed downtown to whatever has lured me into making the trip. Whatever big show, new thing, oddity, or must-see that reaches out like a tentacle to the brain and commences to steadfastly tug at me, insisting that it’s time to make a trip to New York.
This fall there are three such shows. Shows that have – for lack of a better phrase – tickled my fancy. These show tickle me. And I’m online with Amtrak as we speak.
First, there is Jean Dubuffet: Excursions en no man’s space at the Pace Gallery. On now through October 26th, the show consists of 52 drawings from 1975-1985, the last ten years of the artist’s life. It was Dubuffet who coined the term art brut, or outsider art, and if you think Basquiat was a legend unto himself, you might want to take a look at Dubuffet.
I first encountered the revelation that is Dubuffet way back in the day during an excursion through the National Gallery of Art. The neo-expressionists were having their moment at the time, and perhaps that’s why Bertelé bouquet fleuri (1947) and Repriseuses de chausettes (1945) both had me slowing my pace and backing up to take a closer look. Context is everything. And now there are drawings. I’m heading north.
Next, there’s Brooklyn Museum’s The Fashion World of Jean Paul Gaultier: From the Sidewalk to the Catwalk. On from October 25th – February 23rd, how much is there to say about this show that the name Jean Paul Gaultier doesn’t already say? I believe there will be bustiers and cone bras because I must believe. Maybe there will be a Madonna moment here and there. And voguing? A girl can dream.
And finally there is Sheep Station, the kind of goofy, frivolous, there-is-really-no-good-reason-for-this event that makes life worth living (and train tickets worth purchasing). Presented by Paul Kasmin of Kasmin Gallery and developer Michael Shvo the show features a flock of late surrealist François-Xavier Lalanne’s cement Moutons grazing and gambling on a freshly laid field of green grass – in the pastoral environs of a now defunct Getty gas station in Chelsea. September 16h – October 20th. It sounds absolutely ridiculous, and I can’t wait to get there.
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