Woke up it was a Chelsea Morning

[Title Unknown] John Isaacs Sculpture at the Max Lang Gallery in New York. Part of the Evolution exhibition curated by Marc Wellman.
Eugenio Percossi, Black and White at the RARE Gallery.

In an attempt to hit at least one art-related event every day (or at least 4 per week), I ventured out on Saturday morning to Chelsea -- one of the hip gallery areas in New York. Actually finding Chelsea, that was the hard part. But once I stumbled past the car-repair shops and carefully avoided puddles of sewage and drain water, there it was. Gallery heaven. For some reason, these two pieces really struck me. I think my affinity for contemporary sculpture has increased dramatically since my UCLA grad seminar with Miwon Kwon and George Baker. I can never look at a three-dimensional piece, installation art, performance, or even an artist talk in the same way again. I was particularly drawn to the piece on the left because of its associations with Minimalist work of the 1960s, but this time done in the flesh! The right piece drew my attention because when you enter the room, you feel like you're in a black and white photograph. It's totally uncanny and quite amazing.