The Art of Making Art is Putting it on A TruckThe Carnegie Museum of Art is once again hosting The Carnegie International, filling good bits of itself with modern art of every diagonal stripe. The last time this happened was four some years ago. I do not remember all too much of the last one, but I can sum my memories thusly: there was a good deal of whimsey. There were pieces that were troubling, yes, but by and large it trembled with fun. There was a ping-pong table.
This year it is more grim. Even in the freshness of the experience, I cannot put my finger on too many instances of this. It may be that the art was unusually receptive to interpretation; it may be that my bent in so is what drove the dim mood of my experience. I do not know. Should you seek it, there are corners of whimsey. It is a recommended thing.
Back behind the Carnegie Complex, back behind the fountain of Mary Schenley sits the Frick Fine Arts building, an outlier of the University of Pittsburgh lower campus. There are many things in there, including the University Art Gallery. There are many things in there (for the moment), including the work of one Xu Bing. Also recommended, and bring short poetry with you.
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