I'm stoked to check out Keith Haring's The Ten Commandments at Deitch Projects this weekend. Haring semms to be quite in vogue lately. Earlier this year, Deitch restored Haring's short-lived 1982 Houston Street and Bowery mural:




Then just last week The Universe of Keith Haring opened at Cinema Village. From the Times review:

Keith Haring was not a great artist. He might not even have been a very good one. But he was the right person in the right place at the right time, and he had a seemingly inexhaustible supply of just the right energy: a radiant, joyful enthusiasm that he shared with unflagging vitality first on the streets of New York and then on the world stage.

Madonna called him a friend back when that would have been cool. The guy was like a neon reflection of New York, an illuminated text; the city glowed in and through him. Sometimes this is how the city feels to me: