When is public art not, like, art at all? When it's anonymous, unsung, and discovered while walking. Following Ken Johnson's public art roundup from last week, Roberta Smith digs deep on some "artish nonart experiences" across New York. She meanders through the cityscape, framing a High Line underpass and a stuccoed Chelsea building that form tableaux suggesting Donald Judd, Monet, Stuart Davis, and Brice Marden. Or, even New York's best art critics are bored by the gallery scene and dying to get out of the office. [New York Times]
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