Art Patron.

Got a free weekend while working in New York? Go check out some art. During the day, I mean. At night you should go out drinking until the sun rises. You'll feel like a degenerate afterwards, but in a good way. Ok so about the art. A friend at work told me about this great exhibit going on at Deitch Projects in SoHo. I'd seen some of Barry McGee's work at SFMOMA last time I was there, so I was excited to be able to check out a current exhibit featuring his stuff. I don't write art critiques or commentary, so I won't try to here. On the left you've got the sad faces of societal outcasts painted on discarded bottles of Night Train and Thunderbird, and the right you've got a pile of econoline vans. Real ones.



Yesterday I decided to go for some mainstream fair and check out the newly reopened MOMA. It was expensive and mostly lost on philistines like me, but seeing Van Gogh's "Starry Night" and Edward Hoppers "Gas", a print of which hangs in my apartment, was well worth the rather high price of admission. And I discovered an artist whom everyone else probably already knows about: Christopher Wool. More of a literary guy than an art guy, leave it to me to fall in love with a painting that's really just a big MS Word document:



Note my photoshop contributions to the lighting of that picture. Anyway, there you go. But wait! Bonus art story! At dinner last night I met Travis Lindquist, who's part of an art collective called Goldmineshithouse. Seems interesting...