Peter Schjeldahl reviews Documenta 11 in this week's New Yorker. He snidely and wearily compliments the show for its "robust, mature...festivalism," which I take to mean they figured out how to show video-based works. But he at least notices two of my Documenta favorites. On Amar Kanwar's documentary: "a stunning exploration of the Pakistani-Indian military frontier in Kashmir...[and] skillful, alluring, and notably uncomplaining." (Gee, sorry to disappoint you, Peter.) On Gabriel Orozco's terra cotta bowls: the "always witty" artist's "work's bristling joke...also invokes the anti-stereotype of a Mexican who is lousy at pottery..." (Huh?? And the one about the pollack who graduated from college?)
Ultimately, though, the real reason I'm linking to Schjeldahl's review is because he was staying at my hotel in Kassel. Yes, I slept with Peter Schjeldahl.
