PS1 Warm Up, Queens, NYC
Caution: Art-heavy images ahead. Concentrate, and see if you can spot me in my Edie-print dress.
After five days of being overwhelmed with creative greatness, it all culminated in me dropping in on a PS1 WarmUp party at the MoMa's cooler little brother gallery across in Queens the night I flew home. The current exhibition showcases New 'New York Art', which means stuff by New York artists, I suppose. The big old school building is a bit like a maze, and anything goes; every room is a surprise. There are labels describing the pieces, but they're so small and 'n'importe quoi', nobody looks at them. This is full-blown, life-size, in your face art by and for a ' n'importe quoi' generation. And outside, a huge crowd are bristling in the fading sun, beers in hand, waiting for darkness to fall and Animal Collective to play on the stage, which constantly seems on the brink of falling down a steep set of stairs.