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I spent this afternoon fighting my way through the combat zone that is tourist central in New York, the intersection of 57th St and 5th Ave. A giant "crystal" snowflake looms over the intersection itself, threatening to fly away and crash into Tiffany & Co should the gale force gusts continue. Lost tourists wander aimlessly as if in a giant pachinko machine sans gravity: Look! It's Apple! Look! It's CBS! Look! It's Nike Town!
Why did I force my way through this tangle of does one dare call it humanity? Because tomorrow is the closing day of the David Hockney exhibit at Pace Prints. And spectacular they were. The web images on the gallery site do not do them justice, nor does my shrinking some of them to fit here. And what suprised me is that all the prints in exhibit are just that, prints, computer drawings printed with inkjet on paper. Fancy that! Why can't my office computer do the same thing?
The print exhibit is not to be confused with the paintings exhibit at Pace Wildenstein, which runs through December. The painting exhibit is being shown in two different galleries owned by PW, one in Chelsea, and the remainder of the work on W 57th St, in the same building as their print gallery (the two galleries are connected by a circular staircase).
Several prints as displayed in the gallery