These past weeks I have continued to deal with the many aspects of having somebody in my family who was very close to me pass away. On Tuesday I left for New York City to attend the memorial. I had planned, in the two days that I was there, to visit at least one museum show, possibly the Diane Arbus exhibition at the new Met Breuer.
I arrived in New York in plenty of time to attend the memorial for my beloved family member that evening. The celebration of his life, held on a rooftop in Brooklyn, was an outpouring of love and, as such, it was deeply moving.
The following day, after tying up family affairs in Brooklyn, I visited the Brooklyn Museum. I've visited New York many times over the years, but had never been to the Brooklyn Museum. It was particularly rewarding to see Judy Chicago's Dinner Party so beautifully displayed in the Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art at the museum. Years ago, when I was a student in the Feminist Studio Workshop at the Woman's Building, in Los Angeles, I was one of the volunteers who worked on the Dinner Party. I also attended the opening at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art in the late 70s. The installation languished in storage for years before it found a permanent home at the Brooklyn Museum.