The photo above is one of the few illicit photos I managed to snag at the Whitney (no photography please) Museum yesterday. That's Rodney McMillian in the background, Brian's elbow in the foreground. I found that it was too unnerving trying to be all guerilla about it, and it detracted from actually seeing the art. Anyway, I'm working up thoughts on it now.

Meanwhile, a few links to keep you hopping:

The local blog scene continues to expand. Proclaim it Lost has coined possibly the best art world term ever. And an interesting dialog has erupted in the comments at Local Ephemera about the crisis of curating as prompted by City Gallery East's pin-up show.

National flags are rendered as pure information by Shahee Ilyas.

I was turned on to Mutual Art by a New York friend, and it instantly became my new home page, replacing The Guardian web site, whose recent podcasts have been... well, kind of pointless and pre-packaged feeling.

So it turns out Adel Abdessemed's dead animals were being eaten after all. Not only that, but being eaten by inhabitants of rural Mexico as a matter of course. I don't know if this revelation has slowed down the censorship crusaders, but it's pretty clear how fast this slips into imperialism and racism as the good, moral U.S of A declaims its outrage over depictions of how those nasty, immoral Mexicans live. There's a nice summary of the whole bloody mess at Forward Retreat.

Meanwhile, with any luck I'll drop in at Whitespace and Swan Coach House (Debra Wolf's review changed my mind) this weekend, finally get to the second half of the Spelman show, and maybe crash the MOCA GA fundraiser.