I journeyed to the Whitney today to meet up with my class (American Art After 1940). I hadn’t been there before, and I was kind of underwhelmed. The permanent collection was cool (de Kooning, Warhol, Rauschenberg) but I couldn’t really get into the exhibitions. I appreciate contemporary art a lot more than I used to, because now I have a better understanding of it, but it’s still not my favorite thing to see.
Also, the high concentration of creeps in the city gets me every time.
