Walking. Dreaming. Adrift.

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Tony Matelli
Bronze, acrylic, paint

The Sleepwalker will be meandering about in a deep sleep until March 2017 on the High Line. In his dream, people walk past giving him strange looks. Some long to touch him. Others are afraid.

I want to dream like the Sleepwalker. Perhaps I do. Perhaps my whole life is but a long sleepwalk. I’ll know when I wake up. Perhaps I never will.

September 25th, 2016

 

A strange looking Moonbird

I (mis)took it for a Pokémon Go-ers meeting point until I discovered that it is actually Joan Miró’s Oiseau lunaire (Moonbird), or rather an enlarged version of the sculpture the artist created in 1966. I still think it is the perfect meeting spot for Pokémon Go-ers, although I haven’t seen any crowds appear from nowhere around it yet. It mostly gets ignored in favour of the nearby actual Pokémon hunters’ spot at the Grand Army Plaza or – for the rest of the world – the dazzling 5th Avenue shop windows.What

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Midtown Manhattan, Solow Building on 58th Street between 5th and 6th Avenues.

September 11th, 2016

Melting away Standing

Larger than Life.

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Recast and lit anew – the cycle of Life.

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Caption accompanying Standing Julian:

Standing Julian is a portrait of Urs Fischer’s friend and fellow artist Julian Schnabel. The massive sculpture is also a wax candle: lit every morning and extinguished each night, Standing Julian will slowly melt over the course of the exhibition. Although this candle will eventually burn down and be discarded – a process that evokes the inevitable transience of life – the sculpture can also be recast and lit anew. As Fischer explained, his waxworks allow ”materials and images take on their own life.”

That was Julian, captured in September. Is there anything left of him today, I wonder. Is he still turning into a puddle of soft wax? Has a new Julian taken his place?

Would I know if nobody told me?

Standing Julian, 2015
Wax, pigment, steel and wicks

Urs Fischer

September 10th, 2016 at The Whitney Museum of American aRt

Woman with Dog

Whichever way you look at her she seems as real as the woman next door. Well, perhaps not Manhattan next door but a smaller city or town like, for instance, my other adoptive home Brussels. She could definitely be the lady that runs the bakery on the ground floor in my building in Brussels.

And yet, although the artist worked on real models making casts directly from their bodies, his sculptures are not really images of specific people. For example, the letters on her lap are addressed to Minnie Johnson, but the model was someone else who lived near Hanson’s studio in Florida. Woman with Dog is therefore a hyper-real figure constructed from different features and, because of that, doubly real in my eyes.

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Duane Hanson
Woman with Dog, 1977

Acrylic and oil on cast polyvinyl with clothing, hair, eyeglasses, watch, shoes, upholstered wood chair, dog hair, leather collar, woven rug, postcard, letters, and envelopes

The Whitney Museum of American Art

September 10th, 2016

No Sex, No City: Miranda

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Steward Uoo
No Sex, No City: Miranda, 2013 (detail)

Polyurethane resin, epoxy, ink, pigment, acrylic paint, wires, cables, clothing, accessories, ferrofluid, razor wire, steel, feathers, human and synthetic hair, makeup, glitter, synthetic eyelashes, maggot cocoons, flies, dust, and other materials

When the unrelated, the unexpected and the repellent get together to form a thing of beauty.

At the Whitney Museum of American Art

September 10th, 2016

Becky

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Mermaid, by Liz Craft. Bronze, steel, paint.

She was part of the ”Mirror Cells” exhibition at the Whitney. When the exhibition ended on August 21st Becky decided to linger awhile. She loved the attention so much she couldn’t bear the thought of parting from one of Manhattan’s most creatively designed terraces.

September 10th, 2016

Chirp

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Hard as it may be to believe, you can still hear the birds sing in New York in a few, far between places besides Central Park. Some, totally unexpected.

Sheila Berger
Avis Gloriae et Laudis MMXVI
(Bird of Glory and Praise – 2016)
Stainless steel and steel

#CreateArt on the Hudson River Greenway, between 57th and 70th streets.

August 29th, 2016

Good Heavens

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The weight of heaven on his shoulders for eternity: such was the punishment of Titan Atlas by Zeus for leading the Titans (elder gods) against the Olympians (young generation of deities) in what was essentially a power struggle between generations.

Carry Uranus (the sky) on his shoulders to prevent him from reuniting with Gaia (the earth) which would lead back to chaos, Atlas was essentially ”condemned” to be the keeper of the Balance of our Cosmos.

Atlas.
Bronze statue by Lee Lawrie and Rene Paul Chambellan, installed in front of Rockefeller Center in 1937.

24th September, 2016