A day in Chelsea, making the rounds. Here’s my friend David Dietcher at Paula Cooper’s where Sam Durant offers the viewing public a drink of water, as long as they are willing to sign a release and ascend a scaffold in remembrance of executed anarchists.
David and I and Dominic saw many other things: R.Crumb’s original drawings for his recent Genesis book, a collection of vintage pictures of a run from the New York Centurions, a gay bike club from the Seventies, a group of cursory paintings of the West Bank, Lyle Ashton Harris’ color soaked meditation on Ghana, a subtle Joan Jonas installation, Ursula Von Ridingsvard’s tending of sculpture’s true flame, and Catherine Opie’s revisitation of the heady days of the early 90′s lesbian explosion.
Those were the stand-outs. There was much more that popped out of my brain shortly after I saw it. I was not in the mood to be moved, but I was very happy to be spending some prime outdoor time with two good pals. Dominic left on other errands, and David and I had a burger and a heart to heart and then hit Printed Matter to flirt and chat up the cashier. I walked David back to his bike and then made the decision to walk back downtown and across the Brooklyn Bridge, an idea that seemed less stellar when I saw how crammed the walkway was. I think I had the idea that I would shoot some pictures, but there were so many cameras being brandished by every soul on the bridge that I decided I didn’t need to contribute anything else.
Once I hit the Brooklyn side, I knew that even though the weather was delightful, I couldn’t walk back to my house, or even to Atlantic Avenue, so I hopped the subway and sped back to where Lehigh was waiting.
Tags: art, daily photo, friends, walking