Art Basel Miami Beach is, as always, an overwhelming experience. There is art, impossible amounts of it, shiny and glossy and kinetic. There are people, hidden within the silicone husks of slightly younger people, who all seem to be terribly important. There are many kind words but few kind looks.
Basel’s not as bad as it might be, really. This year the fish are biting, and the quality of the work overall is fairly high. There is, in the depths of its 250-odd galleries, art worth looking at. We’ll have a fuller report later today; in the meantime, here are 29 samples of what’s on show, with our comments.
This week, we crawled out of our blog cave to set out on a new adventure for our “We Went to _____” series: the Upper East Side. To be expected from the UES, we saw some blue chip art, but we also found some surprises, like a show by emerging net artists. What we liked, and what we should’ve skipped, within.
You don't have to be an industrial designer to be a sculptor. Sometimes the reminder is bracing. Works, a forty-year survey of B. Wurtz's work on view at Metro Pictures, is a modest slap in the face to the commercial gloss and industrial scale of much recent sculpture.