I was briefly offended at this exciting show by sounds of excellent jazz. They emanated from speakers in a room that contains dozens of small paintings and drawings, whose massed array did not rescue my mood. Bob Thompson's littlest pictures are some of the most piquant artworks I know. They should be given individual breathing spaces on the wall. But mostly the music—by Ornette Coleman and other friends and kindred spirits of Thompson, who died an addict at age 29 in 1966 in... More >>>