If you haven’t been to see the Tara Donovan exhibit at the ICA, go right now. I am not kidding. Put down your cup of coffee, take your martini a llevar, but GET THERE before the exhibit ends. Katsu and I visited shortly after the opening and, stone-cold sober, I can say that her installation fucked my head upside-down.
It was amazing. It was one of a handful of times in my life that I’ve seen something and known in my soul that it was Art. Yes, Art with a capital. And even *I* can say that you don’t need drugs or drink to appreciate it – I was crystalline sober, and it blew me away.
… but then, it also reminded me of this one time, at a Phish show …
never mind, forget that.
FREE ADVICE: Just go.
