A Short Life of Trouble: Forty Years in the New York Art by Marcia Tucker
By Marcia Tucker
This engrossing memoir brings to shiny lifestyles the behind-the-scenes struggles of Marcia Tucker, the 1st lady to be employed as a curator on the Whitney Museum of yankee artwork and the founding father of the recent Museum of up to date artwork in big apple urban. Tucker got here of age within the Sixties, and this lively account of her existence attracts the reader without delay into the burgeoning feminist circulation and the buzz of the hot York paintings global in the course of that point. Her personal new methods of considering led her to take principled stands that experience replaced the way in which artwork museums examine modern artwork. As curator of portray and sculpture on the Whitney, she equipped significant exhibitions of the paintings of Lee Krasner, Joan Mitchell, Robert Morris, Bruce Nauman, and Richard Tuttle, between others. As founding father of the recent Museum of up to date artwork, she equipped and curated groundbreaking exhibitions that frequently inquisitive about the nexus of paintings and politics. The booklet highlights Tucker's dedication to forging a brand new process whilst the existing one proved too slender for her expansive imaginative and prescient.
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