Max & I went on a road trip with the great guys from UGLY Gallery to the private opening, a day before the official public one.
We weren't actually on the guest list but managed to all talk our way in. Being uber-nerds were literally the first people in the museum.
I really dont have the vocabulary or writing skills to describe what an emotional experience it was, as Max & I entered each new completely empty area of the massive exhibition alone. It was almost overwhelming & admit I did choke up a little.
I literally shot hundreds of photos & it was hard picking just a few for the post. In no particular order, here's a selection of my faves that span from really early works & ephemera to the recent mind blowing geometrics...
Barry signing Max's Mets hat with a classic TWIST tag.
On the train home, it felt fitting to watch Beautiful Losers on the phone via Netflix.
By the time it got to the end I was crying again. Not simply because of the Margaret Kilgallen story, or the way Aaron Rose describes the feeling he gets by curating & seeing those faces but because I was so happy to have shared the whole experience with my son. He was simply embarrassed by his soppy dad.