It started in the late spring, with Sanya Kantarovsky’s (now closed) show “Scarecrow,” at Michael Werner. Kantarovsky was born in Moscow in 1982 and immigrated to the U.S. at the age of ten. I knew very little about him when I went to see the show, and at first I didn’t know what to do with the feelings his work engendered, because they opened a door to vulnerability that I was only partially aware I had locked.
