Geriatric Jerry Saltz finally reviews a woman’s solo show in NYC and it is a horseturd Eurotrash on whom he gloms, reminding everyone he is Mister Feminine-Inclusive.
Some dude emails me what I think. I send him:
a 45 year old Eurochick making regurgitation most likely got ink from Saltz because she is just likely in the right country club and HE needs to take the quota card high road to get along with feminazi colleagues in academia – two birds, one stone, party invites to high tea and faculty colloquiums continue.
Like academics, the rich police themselves with rigor.
No idea on the facts, just a hunch, but these paintings are SO weak, the show screams RENTAL or at least Favoring those with hobnobable bauble cliques in tow…
Read IT Here and weep as good art shows continue to get ignored in favor of favors.