Sarah Hromack
Work: whitney.org
Just over a hundred words into “‘Jesus’ Saves,” his review of the New Museum’s Generational for New York Magazine, Jerry Saltz delivers a eulogy for my undergraduate class (MICA, ‘02):
It’s a cool school, admired by jargon-wielding academics who write barely readable rhetoric explaining why looking at next to nothing is good for you. Many of these artists have sold a lot of work, and most will be part of a lost generation. They thought they were playing the system; it turned out that they were themselves being played.Saltz has hope for the new kids on the block. Maybe he’s right, but do note that we’re younger than Jesus, too.
Like good journalists should, Gothamist follows up:
“The New Museum just gave us their statement: ‘On Sunday, Feb. 8th around 1 p.m., two young men walked up to the front of the museum, and dumped a dead deer onto the sidewalk, and then ran away. New Museum security staff followed and was able to get photos of the two men. A police report was filed and the deer was quickly removed.’”
See also: Art Fag City actually broke the story as it happened. I was probably lunching at Balthazar or doing something equally cliched and irrelevant.
Artist Chu Yun is looking for women from 18-40 to take sleeping pills and sleep on a bed in the New Museum from noon to 6 pm every day. Pay: $10/hour. Better, perhaps, than the spinal abrasions I incurred by throwing myself on the cement floor of the Wattis Institute again, and again, and again for Tino Sehgal’s “This Exhibition.”
+ via: Cityfile