Not exact matches
We emerged from the trees to an explosion of colour: flamingopink and black - and -
white striped arches,
towers and domes, all inside a
walled quadrangle surrounded by forest.
They situate us (the photographer, the viewer) in a place and time: a
white -
walled gallery, the graffitied bathroom of a dive bar, in front of the Eiffel
Tower.
The norm at museums of modern art, as it is elsewhere at the Walker, is to give a painting — especially a painting by a
towering artist like Chuck Close, Frank Stella, or Mark Rothko — a wide berth of
white wall space.
The spacious spare space - Boston ivy already climbing two
walls, sculptural gingko trees in planters of
white concrete - creates a tranquil counterpoint to the clutter of
towers beyond the
walls.
The first is a «Skoob
Tower» burning, described by Latham as a «sculpture in reverse» - skoob being the word books inverted - realised by Neal
White; the second Annea Lockwood's «Piano Burning» and the third a building of Gordon Matta - Clark's «Garbage
Wall».
Tucked away on a lane in the Financial District, the Anderson Contemporary is slightly intimidating with
towering glass windows, high ceilings and immaculate
white walls, not to mention the security guards at each entrance who make this place equally formal and exclusive; minimal in one word — reserved just for the, well, contemporaries.
Sanderson's poetry has appeared in
Tower, Zygote and the
White Wall Review.
The locker
tower was moved across the room into the window corner of my chalkboard
wall and next to a small
white bench that serves multiple purposes.