True.

I get my hair cut near Gigantic Art Space. It's a little out of the way. I don't mean that it's not easy to get to: it's just not in the mall that is Chelsea. It's on Franklin between Broadway and Lafayette. It's close to 12 subway lines so Heart don't want to hear it. Trust me. I've seen enough good shows there that I'd be making a regular stop there even if I didn't get my locks chopped down the block.

Lee Ranaldo and Leah Singer's new show, Drift, is no exception to the quality of work I've come to expect from GAS. A mix of sound, sculpture, installation, film, drawings, and prints adds up to a pretty thrilling whole. I love when art goes all immersive on me. It was not an easy task to leave the gallery. I kept coming across things that pulled me in. In fact, as I write this I find myself missing this show. Is that strange? You bet, but I can't think of a clearer way to tell you how I felt about Drift.

Well, that was easy. Wasn't it?

PS: I don't usually talk about this kind of thing, but . . . collectors take note. The prices are wildly reasonable. Art lovers who have thought about collecting . . . this would be a good place to start.




Yo, man. Any excuse to put up a pic of my favorite Master of Immersion, Masami Akita. This from a video of a performance of Merzbow, Jim O'Rourke, and Matts Gustafson. Nuthin' but HELL YEAH!

New Post at Fallon and Rosof: Mike and Doug Starn.

New post on Fallonandrosof about Mike and Doug Starn's show at Castelli . Excellent stuff.

Ellen Altfest at Bellwether.

Big ups to Mountain Man for the tip on this fine show at Bellwether . Mostly killah, hardly any fillah. One word: go.

Only complaint: The post card for the show. What the hell? Am I watching NBC? Big script gallery logos on the front of a card don't make paintings look good. Ugh. How about a little respect for the art, y'all.
Click on-a dem pics to make them go boom.

Where Is The Love?

All the complaining and whining about MoMA since it reopened and nobody's talked about the real crime: No Warhol room. Why the fear of a full embrace? The museum should stop hedging their bets.

On a related note, here's some pics of my television when CBS Sunday Morning did a really nice piece on Andy a couple weeks ago. I'll have some more Warhol to share after Christmas. I've scheduled an extra day into my holiday visit to the Iron City so I can spend some time at The Warhol Museum and The Mattress Factory. Now these are places that know how to move.









I'm especially proud of this accident. I happened to catch the frame that was fading from the Electric Chair into the NYPD detective announcing the shooting of Andy Warhol.

Steve Flanagan Is Also Way Cool.

Jesus Is Way Cool.

Good news out here in Heartasarenaland. I started a new job yesterday that'll give me more time to look at art and blather on about it in public. On my first day I had enough time after work to check out a show at Pratt, and then do two posts, one here and one on the Creative Time blog. How many ways can I say, "Yaaaaaaaay"?

Those of you who know me will understand the reference in the title. Those who don't can just enjoy the memory of one of the best King Missile songs ever. Those of you who don't know me or the song are just going to have to feel like Jerry Saltz reading the Artforum Diary. I'm joking. Nobody deserves that much pain. Here are the lyrics to the King Missile song. Everybody sing.

FKC.

With sentiments like this, what's not to like? Swung by Vanessa Bucci's show at Pratt tonight. Really good. Overload. I like it. It hates me.