Let it be known that anytime I see Ed Ruscha's Nine Swimming Pools and a Broken Glass and can document it, the results will be presented on this blog. Wishing for summertime as I type this on a below freezing evening.
This version of Edvard Munch's The Scream (of Nature) is far more colorful than the one in the National Gallery in Oslo. The latter was far less crowded when visiting in 1997, yet that came at the expense of watching the never ending stream of goofy poses waiting to be photographed in front of it.
Ever since last year's Whitney Biennial, I have been amazed at how many presentations of artwork include the slide carousel. Here is one showing the photographs of Helen Levitt.
Marcel Broodthaers, The Belgian Lion, 1968
Robert Rauschenberg's Bed viewed from the side (this belongs in the category of uncomfortable sleeping arrangements).
Three photographs of Wolfgang Laib's Pollen from Hazelnut (the final one, resembling a Rothko painting, still gives me vertigo).