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The sound of the wind was strong. It was that, and what felt like sudden warmth that made Christina sit up, then shield her eyes from the sharp light. She’d fallen asleep in the field. How long had it been—an hour? Minutes? She yawned. The inhalation rephrased the moment, reminded her why she’d come back…
Continue readingFrom Gayletter: Above: Charles Demuth (American, 1883–1935). Dancing Sailors, 1917 Slideshow: Keith Haring (American, 1958–1990). Unfinished Painting, 1989.
Continue readingIt’s the comeback of the year. Pardon my exaggeration, but the National Academy Museum has always held a fond place in my heart since I first visited in the mid 1990s. A block or so north of the Guggenheim, it’s one of those unsung jewels that, because of its size, tends to get overlooked on…
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It’s the last day for Walk the Walk, Kate Gilmore’s yellow, eye-popping commentary on how we plow through our days—by rote, with stamina and determination, sometimes in 2-inch heels. Situated on the west side of Bryant Park, it’s performance-installation art for these trying times, though I wonder if the tourists get it. No problem for…
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