Whitney Biennial, 4th floor

New York City NY

Description

I first saw you standing having a glass of wine with a guy of my variety on the 3rd floor. I knew I recognized you but I couldn’t tell where from. This kind of recognition dawns on me frequently but this time it ate away at me- even now as I’m on the train headed home. I didn’t approach. It felt inappropriate and untimely. I have no particular thoughts about the meaning of our potential previous interaction, but the curiosity is not leaving me. The biennial closed when we were on the fifth floor watching a video on a screen built inside a red box- some colorful costumed band was playing in the presentation. If this sounds familiar in any way at all, tell me who you clapped for shortly before we were asked to leave.