"Pop Departures" show at the Seattle Art Museum last night. Warhol, Lichtenstein, Oldbenburg, et al. I was surprised by how rough the Lichtensteins are in real life. I was surprised by how repellent I continue to find the banal objects of Jeff Koons. I was not surprised by how few of the pieces moved me at all. I've yet to encounter a convincing argument that art criticism is actually art. I am open to such an argument, should it exist, but I have not yet met it.
Also, whoever writes the absolutely rubbishy informational placards for these shows should be sacked. A taxicab is not "a representation of an iconic urban item;" it is the iconic urban item itself. Take off your "trying to look smart" hat, whoever you are, and attempt clarity next time. I am cranky. I have been short of sleep all week. I blame my alarm clock.