One day, I arrived early and made my way to a booth upstairs where one fellow was sitting. Neither of us said a word for five or ten minutes. Then, to break the silence, I asked him if it was the first time he was there. He laughed and said, "no!"
In the recent period I've seen a number of films about the history and legacy of Nazism, most of them German and current, and I read about a new book on two legends of German cinema. The juxtaposition of these events in time seemed coincidental. Or was it?
Entering the mighty Guggenheim Museum on Fifth Avenue can be a spiritual experience for many of us, particularly when one is eagerly anticipating a riveting survey exhibition by Christopher Wool, an artist whose time has come.