I am not going to have time to tell you everything I think about how great the Lynda Benglis retrospective at the New Museum is--not for awhile. But I can tell you this. I enjoyed the Lynda Benglis retrospective so much that, for the first time in my career of going to the New Museum, I didn't even care that the museum itself is an architectural failure.
It's brilliant. She's brilliant, and the more you step back and see what all the other sculptors were doing, the more brilliant it gets.
And it's serious fun. It affirms your body in space, and the fact that you're an oozing organism. That likes glitter. And weight. And defying gravity.