wednesday

Recently D.&A.&I [re]visited Ms. Smith's exhibit "Sojourn" at the Beloved Brooklyn Museum one sticky afternoon. I was still a bit dizzy from a case of heat stroke;;; a glass of hibiscus iced tea from a local, lovely beverage house helped immensely. As with all things I love and cherish, I find myself hard pressed to find words to "sum up" what I find to be truly important work. Likewise, I just well up whenever I think of the Brooklyn Museum. I'm not sure if it's simply neighborhood pride [and then some], but I can't think of another museum in New York that continues to chip away at gender and race issues in such an engaging, thought-provoking, often uncomfortable way. Even little ol' me left without harboring bad feelings for Andy Warhol [quite a feat, if I may say]. Empty art is simply not to be had in dear Brooklyn; so please, hopefully without having given too much away, head over for a brief "Sojourn" before the opportunity departs.