N’importe quoi

Last week I went to the Whitney Biennial, and, you might say, all I got was this T-shirt. I mean, this pastiche. (None of it “true,” and this even if we are realizing that true doesn’t mean what we long thought—and wished!—it did.) Many thanks to Tribeca Printworks to adding elegance to my rough creation. As for the subject, the scourge of explanation in art, in the “decoration” for a poem, Soho Selfie, I used this quote from the British artist Phyllida Barlow: “I don’t like works that have a sort of backstory that validates them.”