Among a series of disappointments, a few gems shine through
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Next to being a studio assistant in one of Damien Hirst’s painting factories, filling in his endless dots, what’s the most thankless job in the art world? Easy answer: curating the Whitney Biennial, the periodic survey of (mostly) recent, (mostly) American work at the Whitney Museum of American Art in New York City. It’s the show everybody loves to hate, the one that every two years provides a new opportunity to vent, grimace or just shrug and go look for lunch.
The 2014 edition, which runs through May 25, is the last that will be held in the Whitney’s longtime Marcel Breuer–designed stronghold before the museum decamps to new quarters by Renzo Piano in downtown Manhattan.