101 Greenwich St. See Stop Run
March 14–July 31, 2024
New York
You have to see this show.
When Christopher Wool’s new exhibit opened in March the Rail published three reports on it by three separate writers. It got that coverage not only out of respect for him, but because the venue for this survey of what he’s done since his 2013 Guggenheim retrospective is almost as interesting, both as a realization of Wool’s sensibility and an idea about how to operate in the current moment, as the works themselves. This development, the impression made by his choice of how to exhibit here and now, may be almost more successful than Wool wished in that it’s upstaging the artworks. We viewers exult in the gestalt though :-) and that’s largely why I wanted to write this follow-up.
You have to see this show or you will regret missing it. I’m not aware of anything much like it at any time recently or otherwise. It’s not just that it’s presented by the artist himself rather than by a dealer—no works are for sale—and that the setting is a huge raw derelict space in a struggling office building down in the southernmost Wall St. area of Manhattan, but how the artist and his cohort and crew have managed to find and delicately caress—largely leave untouched—a space into indistinguishability from the Wool works it displays, like anatomy.
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