THE LAST WORD
Feeding the Copycats
Wintry impressions from the New York contemporary gallery scene
On a bright, washed-out weekday afternoon in January, the coldest month on the art calendar, I swept through a handful of New York galleries and museums for a taste of some of the hottest artists on the market. I sought flavor, but mainly something to chew on and discuss. Overall, the art, like the weather, seemed frozen—reduced, or blown up, to clever déjà vus. Call it safe-zone green, since it has all been recycled.