Tuttle, Emily and Amanda

Sunday, July 17th, 2005 | Art, Marjorie Wood Gallery

Did anyone else see the Richard Tuttle show at SFMoMA? I’m sure it’ll be over before you know it and we can all get on with ourselves as if it never happened. If anyone was moved by it, please engage me in some dialogue. I am open to being enlightened. On second thought, there were plenty of artists who pushed boundaries–Giotto, Masaccio, Duchamp, etc…—whose works continue to appeal beyond their context. But Tuttle’s work, which I’ve only experienced in little pieces here and there and have liked at times for its relation to its time, here in its entirety, left me numb, feeling like there’s nothing beyond its relation to its time, nothing intrinsically appealing aesthetically or conceptually. The guy’s a little clever, but really… I don’t think I’ve ever been to a museum show before and felt so, just, bereft. If I can convince myself that it’s really about that, I’ll be okay.

But you don’t have to leave town, my friends, not even your comfy chairs, to be aesthetically and conceptually challenged tonight. If you really want to see some exciting new work, just click this way people, to the extraordinary collaboration between observatrix Emily Wilson and fabulist Amanda Davidson, now on view through eternity, at the Marjorie Wood Gallery: Chlorine.

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