Just another New York conversation rattling in my head. Visited with Crista Grauer in Soho and then up to Guggenheim to see the Tiho Sehgal show.
It felt rather epic. The world more or less turned on it's head... you know that whole Brian Depalma Dressed To Kill thrill of art going in which you are hoping to run into beautiful women to talk to and seduce? Or maybe just to find someone interesting to talk to about art and life? Well in this show, that is the foreground. It's almost like a rent a conversation experinece. In short, something like what woody allen proposed: an intellectual prostitution.
There is no doubt that it is thrilling to discuss pornography with a college coed that you have never met before.
I was meant to go to the Whitney Biennial opening that night buy my mind and body were so beat from the Guggenheim that I decided to make some dinner and go to bed early. With art, like anything else, dosage is key... and too much of a good thing is still too much.