The recent New Museum exhibition "NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star" has launched a wave of multi-culti, identity-politics nostalgia that deserves a bracing antidote. That antidote exists, thank God, in a fantastic uptown painting exhibition at the Americas Society. If the first show carbon-dates our 20-year enactment of Freud's "narcissism of small differences" (from AIDS-era Benetton ads to Facebook's relentless adoration of self), the second reasserts art's enduring ability to address humanity's biggest traumas. In this case, it's painting about the mother of all art... More >>>