September Saturday

There's always something going on in Central Park.  Like the very diverse Rapid Open at Bethesda Fountain that draws chess players from all over the city.

Or the ride to end veteran suicide on Park Drive.  Those horseshoes made quite a racket.

The Emerald City

After the Whitney Biennial, I walked north on the High Line, past the exceptionally fine art crop yield.

The vegetation creates its own art.

Diller Park is progressing nicely to the west.  It looks positively futuristic.  The High Line may soon no longer be the crown jewel of public space mostly funded with private money.

The road may not be yellow brick, but Hudson Yards looms to the north like the Emerald City.

Come to think of it, the Vessel, a staircase to nowhere which draws selfie pilgrims worldwide, recalls the Wizard of Oz, too.

 You can drown your disappointment by shopping at the luxury mall.

Or dining at Mercado Little Spain.

2019 Whitney Biennial

Who's making the art seemed as important as what was exhibited at this year's Biennial. Much of the work left this old white guy baffled, but it was always interesting.

Diane Simpson

Nicholas Galanin

Calvin Marcus

Martine Syms 

Ragen Moss

Robert Bittenbender

Wangechi Mutu

Maia Ruth Lee

Nicole Eisenmann

Marlon Mullen

Tomashi Jackson

Brian Belott

Todd Gray

Gala Porras-Kim

Eddie Arroyo

Josh Kline

Jennifer Packer

Janiva Ellis

Keegan Monaghan

Kyle Thurman

Note who placed the ad exhorting the execution of 5 innocent men.

Alexandra Bell 

Elle Perez

Jeanette Mundt

Pat Phillips

Meriem Bennani

John Edmonds

Outside, unknown exhibitionists