A few weeks ago, when I saw something figural or human-scaled in some columnar Rachel Harrison sculptures in Dijon that also reminded me of Anne Truitt’s columns, I had to also realize I’d been embarrassingly bitchy about Blake Gopnik reading Anne Truitt’s sculptures the same way once in the Washington Post.
Well, since then, a very archivally minded Truitt admirer sent me an even earlier review of a Truitt show that makes exactly the same point. A review written by Rachel Harrison.
I was just going to quote the part where Harrison compared visiting the show at Danese to arriving at a party where the guests were all wearing deceptively monochrome outfits, but then it turns out neither the show, nor the gallery, nor the review, not even the installation photo of three new (2001-02) sculptures are available online. So I’m posting a scan above and the full text after the jump, and will beg Harrison’s lawyers for forgiveness if they come calling.
The irony is, when I received this old review, I was sure I’d blogged about it and forgotten it. I did not. I’d misremembered a Times review about Truitt and Agnes Martin having simultaneous shows across the street from each other. But Time Out was huge at the time, and I’m still convinced it was the beginning of my awareness of Harrison’s appreciation of Truitt, which was in turn instrumental in my appreciation of Harrison.
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