Lets not fool ourselves, sometimes great art is acquired because the interior designer needs
Last year after the bookshelves in my house gave way, Rocio Fernandez – beloved fixer of our
messes – restocked the new shelves according to size. It resulted in wavy patterns and some
extraordinary juxtapositions and groupings: Stieg Larsson met Russian Costructivists, Witold
Gombrowicz met Arthur Schopenhauer, and a sequence of La Peinture Française au Musée
Pouchkine, French Bulldog Breed Manual, and Collected Writings of Marquis de Sade was
“Colorific,” Postmasters’ summer group show, attempts to mimic this experience with the artworks
of gallery artists and friendly guests installed salon-style according to color wheel (front gallery)
and grayscale (second gallery).
In the age of indexing, databases, and randomizers as organizing principles (good) and shoeand-
handbag coordination (not so good) we make an art rainbow.
No art was harmed in this exercise, and, like on the bookshelves, some great encounters take
place. Plus we make it easy on those decorators.