Walking into Paul McCarthy’s enormous and hallucinatory exhibition WS at the Park Avenue Armory, I was immediately hit by a cacophony of moaning, gasping and screaming projected from multiple video screens around the installation. Continue reading
Walking into Paul McCarthy’s enormous and hallucinatory exhibition WS at the Park Avenue Armory, I was immediately hit by a cacophony of moaning, gasping and screaming projected from multiple video screens around the installation. Continue reading