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A lot’s changed in New York since we last heard from Dean Kissick in October. A president was elected and fresh plywood added to store façades, quickly blanketed in new graffiti hearts. Hope and the 5G conspiracy are pretty tricky things.
Sam Pulitzer »Nine Scarlet Eclipses for ›Them‹«, 2013 Installationsansicht, Lars Friedrich, Berlin Courtesy der Künstler und Lars Friedrich, Berlin. Foto: Simon Vogel
Enough with end of the year best/worst rankings once again. There will always be more art than we can digest, shortening our attention spans, and causing our opinions to soften, broaden, become more compromising. The critic of exuberant homages and vitriolic damnings fades into the shadows, and who appears in their place? Not an apathetic voice, but a conflicted voice. Deconstructed and self-conscious yet loud and clear, and firmly present. Six curators and critics were invited to recall an exhibition that neither seduced nor repelled them but left them with an ambiguous verdict.
