The Art Voyager, 2-12: Gallery Hop-o-thermia
Fear & loathing in Chelsea
By Paul Ben-Itzak
Copyright 2011 Paul Ben-Itzak
NEW YORK -- Only a true art-fanatic with a death wish would walk 50 blocks to the Chelsea Art Valley on a polar night in Manhattan, when the towering buildings on the seemingly interminable blocks between 10th and 11th Avenue make the art voyager seem particularly naked in the Naked City. So there I was -- oui, moi -- with a scribbled list of a dozen galleries hosting openings Thursday night, in search of high middle-brow art 'arrosed' by red, red, wine. What I found was middle-concept middling art watered down by tepid white wine (doesn't stain like red), only one artist worth remarking among the 12, this defeated art voyager treading wearily home in his Fort Worth Mexican flea market tan cowboy boots, only to be saved by Joel McCrea riding out of the high country with Randollph Scott riding herd.
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