The Artists Wanted booth is made of win.
I’m standing at the VIP preview for Scope Art Fair, the hip, more affordable sister of the the contemporary art megalopolis Armory. The entire fair is one of those white warehouses on the Hudson that it takes a very cold, windy walk to reach.
But the Artists Wanted booth made it worth it. In the sea of the aloof, formal work that often characterizes The Good Stuff, Artists Wanted has splashed out the colour. Their walls are pink and gold baroque, their floor is checkerboard, and an albino satyr is giving me some sausage slices. Then I look up. In the center of the booth is a throne- a gold Boschian nightmare- a Carravagio come to life. On top, another satyr is throwing meat into a grinder. Which is being slowly crapped out from cow corpse into sausages. Which is being devoured by artsnobs. Including me.
