A recent late afternoon. A brightly lit space, three white walls, plywood lined floor, afternoon sun streaming through the large windows looking down on busy afternoon traffic in New York. Off-center a large table with three half-empty cups of tea. Stage left, an upright old wardrobe faces out, with one drawer pulled halfway out, a small painting of an ear is lying within a mound of rice grains.
The long-running exhibition of international art offers an indispensable lesson in art outside the bounds of America’s reach and a different way to see history.