I discovered William Kentridge by erroneous inference and epistemic luck. Memory said: “This name has come up more than once in recent weeks, in venues that review art exhibitions.” Reason listened, argued: “He must have an exhibition, somewhere, now, that is worth seeing.” And so he did, I found, at Hauser & Wirth in New York City, which I was visiting in June—but not an exhibition mentioned in…
Comments
Nothing yet. Say the first thing.
Sign in to join the conversation.