Yesterday I went to the verge, volta, and armory art fairs. Interestingly it seemed that the smaller the art fair, the better the work, or perhaps it was just that there was enough time for my eyes to rest between booths. Art fairs can be a peculiar way to look at art as it is just a bombardment of visual stimulation packed so tightly together with tons of people and a dizzying maze-like configuration. Overall I would say the experience was disappointing. So much mediocre work, so much stuff, so much hype. It was a beautiful day to walk around and to be with friends, but I could’ve done without seeing the armory. I’m going to describe each fair by itself.
Greg Lindquist Sculpture
Marc-Anthony Polizzi made this great installation that crept up the walls and stairs.
Photographs of the plane that landed in the Hudson. Beautiful works.
-creative use of art in the hotel open spaces, bedrooms, bathrooms
-galleries and people were friendly: not so much the greeting table
-some really great pieces/installations
-disorganized listing of artists/galleries
-I think the image says it all. This was a felt soft sculpture. love love love. This and the previous work I probably really like because of the similar colors/materials I like to work with.
-Really nice hotel entrance and set-up.
-Lots of wonderful fiber sculpture.
-A good amount of work/booth/people ratio without wanting to go insane.
-It had a good mix of types of work: sculpture, video, sound, and photo.
-the overcrowded ready-to-spill out on broadway shuttle to the armory.
This was my favorite work at the armory. I thought it was a person ready to move and animate, but it was a sculpture. It wasn’t just the fascination of the line between reality/fake that interested me, but also the pose, the evocative and emotive stance of being awake and asleep. The piece was a great way to live on the tension of the line between real/artificial, alive/dead. There was so much subtlety in her bruises, tattoos, scars, and face. wow.
-feeling like a zombie like the Matelli sculpture after an hour in there.
-the logistics of getting in and out of the fair that were unclear.
-the mass of mediocre, mindnumbing art.
-the crowds of people and normal snots of gallery attendants.