ID’s needed to enter tall buildings and a sense of foreboding filled the air. Luckily, the only bombs I saw were knitted by the Bay Area’s own Maria Porges in her timely and thought-provoking installation Under the Desk: Bombast Revisited, at Littlejohn Contemporary on 57th Street.
Afterwards, I made my way to the Jewish Museum on the upper east side to view a painting by Frida Kahlo that I had used in a youth project a few years ago. I went through a metal detector, which I hear is now standard procedure, to view the work in question, My Grandparents, My Parents and I, smaller than I anticipated but painstakenly painted, as is all of Kahlo’s work. The extensive permanent collection of Jewish objects and history also seemed quite appropriate for the date.