There's an incredible show up at Moma through the end of May...Maria Ambromovic, matriarch of performance art, in The Artist is Present. Get there now.
Initially I was excited to see also the Cartier-Bresson show, but after a few hours with Maria, I found I couldn't really see anything else...Cartier-Bresson's photos just looked like static fragments, dead on the wall. On my part, it was visual fatigue and an entirely new way of calibrating my intake of ideas, that I found hard to toggle off to ingest photography. The emotion conveyed in the Ambromovic retrospective was so palpable - years, decades!, after it's original act, that it made me, once again, question the inherent limitations of various media.
