museums

Audacious. Spellbinding. Playful. Breathtakingly beautiful. James Turrell at the Guggenheim is “the” art show of the New York summer. It fills the museum’s rotunda (and several antechambers) with light and color as never before. The exhibition’s centerpiece is “Aten Reign,” Turrell’s monumental site-specific installation. Suspended from the rotunda’s ceiling and filling the entire central void, “Aten Reign” consists of a multipart aluminum frame over which thin white fabric has been stretched. Five interlocking elliptical rings (or cones) mimic the five rings (bands) of the rotunda.

On the first Wednesday of every month, art enthusiasts board the Bronx Culture Trolley and ride to various galleries and museums in the borough. This past month, I headed to Longwood Art Gallery at Hostos Community College, where a replica trolley car sat awaiting riders.

Call it serendipity: Two West Coast artists, Ken Price and Llyn Foulkes, receive their first solo New York museum retrospectives this month. Both have flown under the New York radar. Until now. They couldn’t be more different. Price brings a smile to the face; Foulkes whacks you in the solar plexus.

There is a certain expectation in a visit to the American Museum of Natural History. Somewhere along the line, no matter what the exhibit is at this glorious museum, you know you are going to run into skulls, or bones, or some fossilized remains of an ancient creature/human. It is of course what defines this museum, devoted to human and animal cultural artifacts.

The brilliant exhibition Old Masters, Newly Acquired proves (as if proof were needed) that The Morgan Library & Museum’s permanent collection of drawings made before 1900 is alive, well and growing—thanks to important gifts, generous bequests and judicious purchases. More than 100 drawings are on view, and these include late-19th-century French works from Eugene V. Thaw, both gifts and promised gifts made since 2010.

I was a young adult in the 80s and 90s, so punk music, new wave music and the surrounding culture from that era was what I cut my teeth on when it came to rocking out. I remember all too well subletting an apartment in the East Village when punk was at an all-time glorious, loud, crazy, rebellious high, hearing the chaotic thump of Richard Hell and the Voidoids blasting in bars and clubs, standing among the ripped tee-shirts, tight jeans and pointy black boots that punk lovers wore (even on a sweltering day in August).

Considering I hadn't been down to the Fraunces Tavern, or the museum, since, well, I don't know when, I decided to recruit my executive editor Frances (yes, Fraunces/Francis) to take the ride down to Lower Manhattan with me for a bite of lunch and a quick tour. In all honesty, I wasn't expecting much.

Having a chance to be a part of the glitterati in New York City as a journalist is always a bit surreal....kind of like stepping into a scene from "Sex and the City" that just turned real, or popping off a page of a Dominick Dunne novel. This journalist's most recent taste of New York's highbrow excitement was going to the opening of Asia Week at the Solomon R. Guggenheim museum on Friday evening, March 15th.

I love going to museums and galleries—it’s the way I would bond with my dad as a kid. We both really like art—in fact, I went to a visual and performing arts high school and was “this close” to choosing something art-related as a career path. Anyway, when you go on an art outing, do you ever wish that you had more info than what’s provided on the little cards next to a piece of work? Well, if you are inquisitive like me and need more answers, check out ArtMuse.

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