I am here to renew my vows with Art […]
Every shred of my desire to attend the Armory show this year [even amidst COVID-19 scare] relates to and even follows my irrefutable reality: that I am an artist, that I am an artist on sabbatical, that I need to make more in order to understand who I have become on this sabbatical. For artists on sabbatical like myself, shows like the Armory serve perversely as a kind of education: in protest, and its failure; in the force of wartime rhetoric, no matter how garbled or depraved; in the voracity of global capital and the servility of the mainstream press; in the attachment of American liberals.
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I was thrilled by the ways artists infused what we already know with messages that seemed brand-new, futurist, anachronistic and almost apocalyptic. Of all the mind-bending works on view at the Show, I admit I crushed hardest on a performance by the artist himself.