80s at the Fort Worth Modern

I've been saying for at least a decade, unironically, that I hope to retire in Fort Worth, Texas. Part of it is surely nostalgic: growing up in Dallas, Ft. Worth is always the fun-house mirror, showing you yourself, but accentuating the warps and waves.

But it also has a lot to do with shows like this. The art of New York in the 80s (I can't think of much art produced in the 80s outside of New York--Los Angeles if I'm really trying hard) needs a big show, and it needs to be outside of New York. It needs to be staged outside the circus itself. And the thing about Fort Worth is that it's the perfect place for such a show. Between the Kimble, the Amon Carter, and the Fort Worth Modern, Dallas's neighbor is one of the best art museum cities in the world. It's got a sensibility that goes beyond provincial, but understands itself for what it is.

I want to see this show. I want to return to the Modern, a truly beautiful building, and I want to spend more time in Fort Worth.