Sheila reviews The Gates
She's brilliant. She's also hilarious. An excerpt from this purposefully pretentious review, which might be the funniest thing I've ever read:
I would equate the experience of walking through the exhibit with passing through the birth canal and suggest that those who hate The Gates do so because they despise their own existence. Christo's Gates are a physical representation of the artist's inner dialectic, juxtaposing saffron spirituality and utilitarian steel in a compromised landscape, and bring up the penultimate question: Oł les neiges de temps jadis sont?
Read the rest. You won't be sorry.
