On West 53rd Street, MoMA Has No Monopoly on Art

The piece likeliest to haunt your dreams is Paul Villinski's "Lament,» assembled from found objects: a backpack stripped to its frame, and dozens of dark knit gloves that form a pair of giant wings, with needles dangling from threads like frozen rivulets of tears. Extreme embroidery, indeed. It sounds as narrow a window as the biblical eye of the needle, yet the views it commands are legion. 

 

Written by Matthew Gurewitsch