At the end of the 20th century, both high art and popular revelry could infill our cities’ deindustrialized expanses. I may never feel the joy of dancing again, I felt, as Mr. Craig’s drop washed over me and my feet stayed planted to the floor. I have reached the edge of tears in nightclubs before, but this was the first time I’ve done so sober. Maybe, before Dia brings down Mr. Craig’s installation in the summer of 2021, it will be safe enough for a few hundred bodies to pack the museum’s basement and dance. For pity’s sake, we should just say it: Art is the luxury asset that moves in when the party’s over.

Source: New York Times August 20, 2020 09:00 UTC