So what did I think of Younger Than Jesus?
I was enjoying a number of artists on the second floor (especially four brief video clips by Romanian artist Ciprian Muresan, including the hilarious “Untitled [Shoe Laces]), when my husband, who knows never to call me in a museum, buzzed me to say that my sister-in-law’s mother, of whom I was very fond, had just died.
Not a direct hit, but enough impact to make me distrust my general sense of detachment from the art on the other floors. I’m lucky that I hadn’t committed to covering this for anyone else, because, really, I can’t do it justice. This “millennials'” mishmash wasn’t what I needed just then for cultural solace; Grieg‘s “Six Lyric Pieces” for solo piano, which was on WQXR radio when I returned to my car, was the perfect calming balm…
…as was the next event on my schedule, a small celebration with my parents of my father’s 95th(!) birthday. It was all the more precious, in light of the loss.
Tomorrow is the funeral and then the first Passover seder (at my son’s future in-laws). Needless to say, blogging is not on the schedule.