Kara Walker
So, I've finally seen the Kara Walker exhibition at Gammel Strand , Copenhagen. It's a great little gallery, the same place I saw Isaac Julian (In fact, that is probably the last time I visited this space, and this was years ago!). I had only two hours to view the entire show, which simply is not enough time, so what I'm offering are very peripheral impressions, along with some of the comments of my companions. I preface all of this with the fact that I support any artists' endeavor towards what his or her personal truth(s) is(are). I recognize that this journey, whether private or public, can be very messy. Alice Walker comes to mind when I write this, because she is a writer whose work never fails to strike me by its honesty: And when a writer speaks so brazenly from his or her own heart I can not, in any shape way or form write anything to hurt them. Instead, I would rather take the time to commend them, as I believe all internal dialogs, when offered on display, ar...