Maybe it’s the emotional rollercoaster my job has a wicked hot fetish for putting me through, but a recent gallery trip left me with a strong appreciation for David Kramer’s drawings and their running drunken commentary. There’s a kind of honesty here that you don’t always find in the ever-more-uppity Chelsea. Favorites include teach him to fish, pride in my work, less is more, and promise. A little cynical, sure. But also full of heart, social comment, and self-parody. Much more at Feigen Contemporary.
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