(Spouse-promotion disclaimer.) There's a floor of a few coop galleries at 530 West 25th Street, 4th floor, halfway down a block past the High Line, that includes my lovely spouse's solo show at Noho Gallery. These abstract sculptures she spins/dyes/weaves/stuff are all about heartbreak . . . preceding me, she assures me.
Unfortunately all the galleries had their openings last week. So there'll be no wine-and-cheese foraging this coming Thursday. Maybe at the ground-floor gallery, which is a pay-for-play vanity gallery.