OBEY museums

Despite Professor M calling Shepherd Fairey some bad names, or perhaps because of it, I ventured to the ICA again this weekend.  Adjectival museum buddy L joined me.   I went prepared to really love or hate the work, but ended up feeling left a little cold by it, and...

Soon we’ll hear old winter’s song

I found out, at the last minute as per usual, that the final performance of Harborwalk Sounds at the ICA was last night.  I quickly diverted prior plans with J (sorry, Toro, we’ll be back) and took the other side of the silver line to the ICA.  Harborwalk Sounds...

Waiting for the moment of squish at the ICA

I finally addressed a shameful gap in my Boston art-peeping by visiting the ICA’s (not so) new South Boston space with intrepid museum buddy L. We had heard from some that the architecture was better than any of the art contained inside, but we found things to...