Donald Judd at home, small song obsessions, 2023 movie rankings

Four bangers, six jams

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Bangers

• Donald Judd at home: Here’s Peter Schjeldahl, whose book “Hot, Cold, Heavy, Light” is a must-read, capturing the whole Judd experience fairly well:

Works by Judd are almost routinely beautiful, but coldly and even imperiously so, as if their quality were none of your business. If you have any feeling, it might be chagrin at being underqualified to cope with so rigorous a visual intelligence.

In a gallery or out in the Marfa desert, this holds up. But in Judd’s own spaces, an endearing warmth shines through. This is a guy who diligently curated a massive meat slicer for his kitchen, one that was almost certainly used more for aesthetics than charcuterie. At that home on 101 Spring St. in SoHo, there’s this: