Greetings once again from New York. Since the recent Renoir Drawings at the Morgan Library was a bit of a dud, I had to look elsewhere in my quest for great drawings. So I came back to the city for what I knew would be Valhalla, and that it was. The New York Master Drawings Week is awesome but takes an eye that wants to be teased and then released into ecstasy. It takes discipline and endurance, too.
The weeklong program is an unusual and possibly unique concept — 36 drawings dealers from America and Europe show a selection of drawings, Old Masters to now, in galleries on the Upper East Side. It’s the old progressive dinner concept except the feast is art, and “progressive” means you go from gallery to gallery. No hooey about Gaza, drug smugglers here illegally, and, horror of horrors, finding it tough to get free abortions, and who’s the new “they” or “them” in the hood. This is the event’s 20th anniversary.






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