NEW YORK — The curves of Ken Price’s steroidal sculptures are also the modest, quotidian curves of the cupped or caressing hand. They are not just within reach (most sculptures are that); they’re portable. In most cases, you could pick them up.
The mind registers this in concert with the hand, even when the works themselves are behind glass. And then, because you will never have picked up anything remotely resembling a Ken Price in your life, you will likely erupt in giggles.