Musings from the God of Cities

a few weeks ago, dw and i went to p.s.1


to see its "greater new york" show


through the magic of a press pass (membership has its privilege... as does sleeping with someone with membership.) i managed to snap picture of some stuff i thought was fun. try to match up the artists with the works i took pictures of! (mostly 'cause i took shitty notes that i don't feel like deciphering at this point in time.)

given the nature of p.s.1 in general, and the show, specifically, there was a pretty mixed bag of stuff to see...

these were made with pictures and bits of color from postage stamps:




these were intricate cut-outs in bags from fancy stores:






continuing in the teensy-weensy theme, were these small doll-house-like structures:




one of which contained a doll-house of its own:


but it wasn't all miniatures, as evidenced by this huge mushroom:


there were lots people lazing around:








and some people standing around:












there were some animals:








and all kinds of other






cool




shit








including some art by the same folks whose art i'd seen before:












my most favoritest thing there, though was probably the artist who sat behind a wall with his hand through a hole (get your minds out of the gutters, kids!) and moved it every once in a while, to their surprise and horror (and my schadenfreudean delight):






also notable are the permanent decorative arty flourishes throughout p.s.1, like this in the bathroom:




and all of this stuff in the staircases:


though to be fair, i thought the "you just don't get it dad..." isn't nearly as cool as these black-and-white trees and birds:










these moths:




or these pieces:














and finally, i spotted this just outside of p.s.1:




possibly made by a banksy wannabe who lost his nerve and decided to just leave his art outside.

oh, one last thing before i forget... about 4 or 5 people from different parts of europe have found their way to this picture:


from the last time i went to p.s.1. i ain't mad at you euros, but i'm just curious as to why you've all got such a collective boner for that picture. anyone feel kind enough to let me in on what the deal is?