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My Art Basel Miami Beach experiences notwithstanding, I don’t normally blog about shows to go see or to avoid. Plenty of blogs do that; I’m trying to just write about my own process and artmaking here, but every so often I have to make an exception.

This is a scene from Love/War/Sex at Exit Art which is all about the intersection of those three things, and the show is moving and brave and you just have to see it. The walls are papered with all these different voices talking about romance and prostitution and rape and everything in between. You think you’re a jaded New Yorker and you think it’s not going to affect you, and then you start reading and it just stops you in your tracks.

I decided it was relevant to post here because I think it’s going to invade my thinking for some time - probably for a very long time. Go see it. It’s up til the end of January.