Thursday, August 30, 2007

Monday, August 27, 2007

God Sends The Meat, And The Devil Cooks.

In the land of mythology and fairy tales there's always somebody getting recruited to Hell to help tend the fire. When their tenure is over the Devil sends them back to the world with their reward, a big bundle of the straw they'd been using to stoke the flames. They always feel cheated until they reach home and the bundle turns into gold. Unfortunately, that's not always the way it works. In Nina Berman's devastating show at Jen Bekman, the recruits have been sent home with the straw, but it's still aflame. As far as the gold goes, they're on their own.

Sunday, August 26, 2007


Last night I went to an off-the-map metal show and a boy band broke out. No shit. Noosebomb and Unearthly Trance, meet Diddy. For real. I don't know how to categorize Noosebomb, but if Geezer Butler and Lemmy had a baby this is what it would sound like after missing a couple dozen feedings. Unearthly Trance, as I've mentioned here before, is one of the most killer bands on the planet right now. As tight and as loose and open as Crimson circa '73-'74. Seriously mighty. And in an intimate rehearsal studio with punch-drunk sound? Glorious.

So, rehearsal studio . . . Diddy . . . the boys in the hall. When I went outside for a breather it was hard not to notice the entourage. Walking back the hall I heard some of that heinous Justin wannabe singing going on. Turns out that Diddy was in one of the other studios for a taping of Making the Bland. Sorry, but shit doesn't get any weirder than this. I love this town.

Friday, August 24, 2007

And Lovingly So.

I mentioned Drawn and Quartered, at Like The Spice a little while ago, but never commented on the show. (That's been going on a lot lately here. Sorry. Mountains of freelance.) There's some really wonderful work in this show. Some of it, amazing even.

Kathleen Vance

Tadashi Moriyama's work more than lived up to my expectations. Such lovely details. It reminded me of the feel of the model cityscapes used in Shortbus. The artist that really knocked it out of the park and into the water for me though was Kathleen Vance. Well, HELLO THERE. Her drawings have a great sense of space and line, and they kept drawing me back for a peek 5 or 6 times during the opening. I'm a sucker for work that exploits shadows. Especially when it does it as well as Allie Rex's Arrows (not pictured below). Nothing but Yum. Liz Brown? Totally! Shit yeah! There's quite the horde of artists in this show, and these are only a few of them. Seriously. Go.

Tadashi Moriyama

And a note to new collectors. Why get escorted around Chelsea like poor old Jay-Z by someone who's more a financial consultant than an art lover when you can go to shows like this one, find something you love, and buy it. Don't be a Dusty.

Liz Brown

Allie Rex

Abby Goodman

Amy Hill

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Still Waiting.

Creative Time is going to present Paul Chan and The Classical Theatre of Harlem's Waiting For Godot in New Orleans on November 2, 3 (Lower 9th), and 9, 10 (Gentilly). Yep. I know. I thought the same fucking thing. Utterly, horrifically, and absurdly right. And people wonder why I listen to Death Metal and Doom to cheer myself up.

Monday, August 20, 2007


One common way for artists to make money outside of the gallery is to work in publishing . . . design, production, even accounting. I thought it would be fun to list some of the ass-kicking artists I've worked with during my so-called career. I've got nothing but gratitude for all the excellent schoolin' they've provided over the years while we should have been working.

Michael Ashkin

Monica Bernier

Jennifer Bolande

Andrea Champlin

Jennifer Dubnau

Steve Flanagan

Fariba Hajamadi

Adam Hurwitz

Robert Schatz

Not a visual artist, but . . . Patricia Kennealy-Morrison. The lady is hardcore. Read the first three books in the Keltiad series. Thank me later.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Zoe, Bob, and Me.

Robert Schatz

My review of Robert Schatz's excellent show at The Phatory this winter is in the latest NYArts. You can read the unedited version here. Also in the same issue, you won't wanna miss Zoe Strauss writing about her work and process. We are now officially tree-killin' neighbors. Word.

Zoe Strauss

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

. . . Tells A Story, Don't It?

While everybody's been going appropriately apeshit over Marilyn Minter's Parkett ride and Tom Ford ad, here's something that slid under the radar . . . her Guest Designer turn at All-Story magazine. Hell, yeah! Excluding a small number of advertisements, all the images used are Minter's. That purity of focus makes the experience of paging through the images utterly engrossing. There are words there, but I didn't really notice them.

Burn It Fucking Down.

Why you wouldn't want this is beyond me. A Thousand Colors Blaze is a 6Xc60 set with six hours of destroyed destruction to celebrate the hundredth release from Gods of Tundra, the label run by Wolf Eyes' Mike Connelly. The pace of releases from this loose gaggle of lone wolves and spinning clusters can be dizzying to say the least. There's almost always quality involved but here the goods stand even a nasty cut above that. All involved here bring their A-game and then some. Failing Lights, Prurient, Burning Star Core, Birth Ritual, Sick Llama, Hatred, Spine Scavenger, Three Legged Race, Gate To Gate, Walter Carson, and Hair Police . . . a thousand colors blaze, indeed! How many words are there in the English language for "essential?" Trust me. Not enough.

Stay free, fuckers.

Word to the wise. Over the weekend Hospital had just a couple sets left. Buy or die.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Trojan Horse.

Last night Creative Time did a studio visit with Tom Otterness. This guy has it figured out.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Shit I Read On The Plane.

There's an interesting article in the latest Art + Auction about APT, a kind of mutual fund for artists and their art. Nice to see someone thinking outside the box. Although, I don't know how happy it makes some of the people who own the boxes.

Unfortunately, in the same issue, I also came across the the tidbit that the crap writer, Richard Polsky, is going to unleash a follow-up crap book to his other crap book I Bought Andy Warhol. Oh, lucky us. IBAW was a perfect bad storm of self-importance and self-loathing channeled through really bad writing and bad taste. Definitely one of the top five worst books I've ever read. It easily replaced Amanda Filipacchi's Nude Men as the MOST ANNOYING book I'd ever come across. Ugh.

Ever since Modern Painters switched from their quarterly publishing schedule it's just felt, well, less special. I probably feel that way just because of the stock they've used since they went bimonthly. Seriously. The quality of the writing, the attitude, and ingenuity has remained the same. The July/August issue is a good example of that.

Karen Kilimnik's fake interview with Brigitte Bardot is as confusing, wonderful, and warm as Kilimnik's art is to me. If you didn't get a chance to see the artist's retrospective at the ICA in Philadelphia I am bummed for you.

Speaking of warm, the previously unpublished Sol LeWitt interview by Sara Kent is just one more record of the artist's generosity. Conducted in 1971, the interview is a total treat from beginning to end. A must-read.

Two reviews are instant classics. Richard Prince's review of, um, Richard Prince is hilarious and full of piss. He thinks his show at Neuberger Museum of Art SUCKS. First line: "This was a complete show of crap." Brilliant. Chicks On Speed kill it when they review Dian Hanson's Vanessa Del Rio: Fifty Years of Slightly Slutty Behavior. A porny review for a porn star. Totally unruly. Like, not ruly at all.

I just reviewed two magazines. It is soooooo summer.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Libby Libby Libby On The Label Label Label.

Brian LaRossa

When I was away I got an email from Libby at Artblog about a group show, Drawn and Quartered, at Like The Spice. It was a forward from one of the participants, Tadashi Moriyama. Seriously, kids. Libby (or Roberta for that matter) has ever done me wrong with any of her suggestions. And she's right, Moriyama's work looks pretty wondrous and stuff. Color me all kinds of curious.

screen grab by me, art by Tadashi Moriyama

Friday, August 03, 2007

Nosting Potice.

I'm taking a long weekend. In the meantime, go check out what Liz Rywelski is up to. It's always something, and it's always something good. And look! Now she has a myspace page. It's been too long.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

This Is Why Events Unnerve Me.

Over on the Creative Time blog I've posted an appreciation of Jeremy Blake, the artist. My experience with his art was so wrapped up with Creative Time that I thought it appropriate. Blake was one of my faves, and the people at Creative Time were among the first to introduce me to his work.