Killing time at MOMA last night before Brody Condon’s No Sun, I started to follow women across the permanent galleries. She seemed to be conducting her own audio guide to the collection. It was a semi public performance or she was having a breakdown. Not an over-the-top-kick-me-out-of-the-museum-breakdown but more of a here’s-the-facts public service announcement. Highlights? A Clyfford Still abstraction: “You see it’s just a bunch of dead cats. DEAD CATS.” Pollack’s drips “This is what painting are. You see this …smelly urine?” I followed at a safe distance, amazed at her dedication, imagination and strange theater craft.

Speaking of public service announcements at MOMA, I would like to suggest that when they play the museum is closing in 15 minutes announcements in the 6 or so languages at the end of the day; they conclude this long message with a brief whale or bird song. permanent link to this post