We were really impressed by the quality of the work there. The only artist whose name I happened to write down was Amy Cutler. She does these fascinating scenes in gouache on fairly spare white backgrounds. Later I found out she only paints women. The detail of the clothes -- bustled skirts & taut corsets as well as frumpy, slouchy dresses & sandals -- reminded me of fashion illustration. But then there would be something grotesque: women joined together by their noses, little girls with birdfeeders hanging from their hair, or the scene below.
Daph & I were especially into the obsessive sort of meticulously detailed art that seemed to be everywhere. An enormous wedding cake made entirely of the thinnest, most delicate laser-cut paper; a series of ink drawings of thousands of cats in various situations; someone who fashioned finely wrought paper trees into the insides of shopping bags, etc. etc.
Anyway a little bit of art & culture was a nice cap to a weekend that hovered somewhere between the beautiful, the grotesque & the mundane (tho I can't decide which is which): strip poker, the Brooklyn Brewery tour, spring cleaning, my favorite Belgian beer bar, the snow melting in Carroll Gardens, puking from drinking for the first time in years, a massive Sunday brunch & yesterday's crossword (nearly complete). For now, back to work.
