Ann, J. Katcha & I visited the Whitney on Sunday to see Tim Hawkinson’s show which is, if I may get technical, frickin’ awesome. Pictures don’t do justice to his massive (or tiny — no in between) intricate forms. Overheard in the gallery, again and again, from smiling and slack-jawed museum goers: This guy is nuts! That’s awesome! That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen! I was most impressed with his collection of clocks: a coke can with a twirling tab, making that the minute hand and the can opening the hour hand. Or a hair brush with two different sized hairs twirling hourly. . .or a light bulb with moving filaments.
We actually drove to the museum and had the usual trouble finding a spot on the East side. I did see a spot, began to back up, when someone swooped in and took it. In true Costanza fashion I started honking and shouting, until I realized that I was honking at something behind me. Fueled by rage, I jumped out of my car and started screaming. It was a woman behind the wheel and I think she was truly frightened. She gave up the space that was rightly and obviously mine.
