When I was in New York the other week for work I had the very distinct pleasure of seeing artist Cary Leibowitz's show at Invisible Exports. Longtime readers of the Cabinet might recall how much I loved his show at the Contemporary Jewish Museum last year. And this new show lived up to every high expectation I'd internalized from that experience. The work is so colorfully joyful and heart-wrenchingly sad and snort-milk-out-your-nose hilarious all at the same time. I continue to be a huge huge fan.