It’s Maundy Thursday. Don’t worry; I had to look it up, too. I’ve exhausted my pool of matzoh jokes for the week (“Why does everyone complain about it tasting like cardboard? ‘TIS THE BREAD OF AFFLICTION,” etc.), and so it’s come to this. Lent is almost over; you can start eyeing that humiliating heap of Marshmallow Peeps/Cadbury Eggs you’ve been hoarding since last year’s post-Easter candy aisle blowout and pray for deliverance from insulin resistance. In other news, by some act of divine providence we’ve managed to finally break 50°F, meaning that I expect to wake up every morning like this, god damn it, until it’s barely hot enough to start complaining again.
I never went to Sunday school, but I hear that damnation starts in the Garden of Eden. Shall we?
Louise Dudis: Eye Level with the Smallest Leaf at Robert Henry Contemporary
This series of large-scale, multi-panel photographs started, Dudis says, on a night with a “low, full, and brilliant moon.” Into it. The immaculate fragility of nature encompasses both mammoth trunks and rotting leaves—a nice reminder of our own subtle and delicate decay, no? Having represented the majesty of morality during the time of American Transcendentalism, consider that these trees have fallen. Through April 28.