“Why is this art?” is the question the Museum of Carleo Kids invites — and then, like its founding artist, declines to answer.
A retrospective of an artist at the dizzying height of her second year, working free of representation, technique, and the line. Glitter is load-bearing. Critics have called the work fearless; the artist has called it done. Provenance is impeccable: every piece travelled home in a backpack.