We spent last Saturday in Lake Worth to see an exhibit I'm part of, Foundations, the inaugural
show at the re-opened Montgomery building. I'll post the reception later in the month, when it officially begins - in the meantime, I thought I'd share a little of the building, a tall ice cream cake of Art Deco. It's a beauty, built in the forties as a movie theatre, then reborn again and again as a seventies disco-(just imagine what that was like-I see lots of sherbert-colored glittered platform shoes), a pizza parlor, and three kinds of art museums. When I first moved here it was called the Palm Beach Institute of Contemporary Art, or PBICA for short, and I loved it. I had just moved from New York and I didn't know where or whether the art would be, and it turned out it was right there, Kiki Smith and Fred Tomaselli, right there. It was out of its element, though, and didn't last, north of Miami is art-careful, but it warmed me up just as I was starting to make my work again. The spark struck just at the right time.
This frieze runs the frame of the lobby, amazing plaster figures by sculptor Tom Otterness,
and inside, a sneak peek of a corner of the show:
and the room for children,
Lake Worth itself is a Florida city with that rarest of things: a downtown:
with more Deco, preserved and crayon colored,
all straight lines and acute angles against Florida's winter sky,
though still appropriately pink and mosaic tiled,
and seventies vintaged.
But it's a real town, lined with motorcycles and hostile to chain stores, with a barber shop instead of a salon-slash-nails-slash-spa,
and your choice of clipper cuts, including, it looks like, the Newt Gingrich, upper left. If you're so inclined.