After a long hump day of work at the Met, I made the trek down to the pier for New York's largest conglomeration of galleries—The Armory Show.
I knew I would only be able to hit the tip of the iceberg in my first 1.5-hour visit, so I directed my attention and tried not to succumb to the sensory overload that often plagues me at such fairs.
Jack Shainman Gallery (a staple in my Chelsea gallery-hopping list) was the first to catch my eye. I loved the Nick Cave installation with the video playing behind the soundsuit. And for me, it's always tough for El Anatsui to disappoint—I MUST get out to Brooklyn Museum for his solo exhibition!
Already exhausted, I paused for a moment of zen in front of a Lee Ufan (much like the one at right)—in fact, I was so lost in it, I have no idea which gallery it was.
Next, I stumbled upon this little gem—Tomás Saraceno's Tucana, 2013 at Andersen's Contemporary. For obvious reasons, I was reminded of last summer's roof installation, Cloud City at The Metropolitan Museum of Art—I couldn't resist taking an #artselfie in its mirrored reflection.
I headed up to Pier 92 to see a friend at Craig F. Starr Gallery's booth. They had the most fantastic Ruscha insect screenprints accompanied by their own portfolio, which has dirt from the artist's childhood playground in plastic on the cover.
Finally, on my way out, I passed this fiery Howard Hodgkin in Alan Cristea Gallery's booth. Again, it brought me back to another past exhibition at the Met—I guess I truly embody my @meteveryday persona with my frame of reference constantly hearkening back to my own experience, which I kind of love :)