The current Kandinsky exhibit at the Guggenheim is a delight. Even if you're not big on abstract art. Especially if you don't remember what you memorized about him for your freshman year art history final. ("You," in both cases means me.)Wassily (a first name to repeat in a funny voice as much as possible) basically worked until the day he died. Now, lots of serious artists do that but usually the swan songs they leave behind are highly stupid like Eyes Wide Shut, or hyper-boring like A Prairie Home Companion.
Kandinsky's work just gets better and better as you ascend the upward spiral that is the 'Heim. By the middle you're like, "Oh, this must have been his peak." Then you keep going and you see that you were wrong. Finally, you reach the top level and see that all his years of theorizing, spiritualizing, painting, and other -ings culminated in perfect, bouncy treats like Succession, below:
Okay, so my next recap will be on MTV's fist-pump-ariffic, gelled-to-perfection, tanned to resemble overripe citrus, Jersey Shore. Another sublime work of art!
