Thursday, December 31, 2009
1-10. The Mattress Factory's reinstall of Greer Lankton's It's all about ME, Not You (1996).
Quite simply, nothing else even came close.
Everything I want from art is in this room in a room. I viewed the piece through tears, brought on by equal parts heartbreak and beauty. Nothing else came closer.
Lankton doing the original installation.
Lankton at the 1995 Whitney Biennial.
Pics: 1 & 4, HAA. 2 & 3, Mattress Factory.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Quiet Piece 4; Pine needles, grass; Duration 1 week
This is what she did, and what she did was beautiful.
Quiet Piece 15, 2009; flower petals, leaves, concrete; Duration 1 day...
Quiet Piece 11, 2006; leaves, asphalt, office park; Duration 1 day...
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Oliver Halsman Rosenberg's Beloved at Mary Smith & Friends in Greenpoint.
I loved Oliver Halsman Rosenberg's odd and wonderful show at Little Cakes a few years ago. The centerpiece of the show was an exercise bike rigged up to a big wheel that spun around so the viewer could see the paintings at whatever pace they cared to, slowly or with a blur.
His new show, Beloved, is up for just a week at Mary Smith & Friends in Greenpoint. It's mostly by appointment (nights and wknds are best), but there will be a closing party next Sunday, Dec. 20th. All the work is from Oliver's year in India where he spent about as much money per month on food, lodging, and travel as an artist living in NYC would spend on a small studio. He had an open studio, of sorts. Traveling and working he immersed himself in the color and spirit of the country, letting all his reflections pour out onto a shifting varieties of canvasses that he found along the way. I posted a number of the works over the summer when out of a very lovely nowhere a CD appeared in my mailbox. Highly recommended. Make the call or send the email or stop by next Sunday. Do what you need to do, but see this glowing wonder of a show.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Clare Grill When You Get That Old, oil on linen on panel
Mixtape at Jen Bekman is my favorite show in town right now. Clare Grill's painting is one of the reasons. It threw me off and brought me in. This show represents everything that is right in the land of art. Everything. Starting with the unexpected and the beautiful, and ending wherever it wants to.
Other ways to sing together:
Track 1. (@ 2:47)
Track 2. (@1:05)
Monday, November 30, 2009
Charles Demuth, The Figure 5 in Gold, 1928
I must be catching up with myself because I'm finally getting around to saying how awesome it is that ArtCat celebrated 5 years of goodness this month. I don't think it can be overstated what a game changer this site has been for artists, galleries, and writers. It was a wonderful and fresh thing when it started its "opinionated" path, and it remains so 5 years on. Belated--but HUGE--congrats to Barry, James and the entire ArtCat crew. Hugs. 5.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Atom Heart, Dots
Half way through reorganizing my music. About 3500 CDs and around 2000 slabs of vinyl make this quite a chore. But it's a REALLY FUN chore, with lots of visits to old friends along the way. I'll be sporadically tweeting this post-Thanksgiving Day massacre as the day goes on, and some faves appear. Then next week I'll be consulting with my therapist about what was REALLY going on. That, I will not be tweeting. Time to check out the most realistic scene EVER in all of filmdom . . .
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Robert Fripp: Let The Power Fall
Horace Andy: Money Money
Negative Plane: A Church In Ruin
For all those "dangerous" bloggers out there who started, y'know, like, asking questions and stuff . . .
First Choice: Armed and Extremely Dangerous.
Taylor Swift echoes Charlie Finch.
And finally, let's keep on looking for the light. For real.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
I've been looking forward to the full show of Jenny Morgan and David Mramor collaborative paintings since the summer when they had a couple canvases in a group show at Like The Spice in Williamsburg.
Like I said. Total ACID. No, not the drug or the chemical. The techno sub-genre. Something about the way the pushing in these paintings tastes. The way they come close to an itch, but then break into beauty. No complete sentences here, just full thoughts. That, and some wonderful back-and-forth blossoming. Take one.
For Acid nostalgia, click on D.A.V.E. The Drummer
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Hey! Totally psyched about my first post on HYPERALLERGIC! It's about the Bruce High Quality Foundation and the dumb art world I love. It starts with Napalm Death and ends with Taylor Swift, but not before making side trips to A Course In Miracles, American Psycho, Larry Gagosian, a naked Jerry Saltz dream, and Delmore Schwartz.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Shepard Fairey @ The Warhol Saturday night.
I guess The Warhol Museum couldn't have timed their Shephard Fairey opening any better than this. Can't wait to see the show in December.
"I'm very disappointed with myself over this," [Fairey] said during an hour-long question-and-answer session about his career and influences.
While he said he couldn't comment much on the case, he described the issue as a mistake.
"There are some things being portrayed as if I was premeditative and sinister about which photo I used," he said. "That's not the case."
Most importantly, here's what a Steelerbaby supporter thinks about all this.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Speaking of empty real estate housing art, I've been curious about this place between Court and Smith since it first went up. It's such an odd space I assumed that it was being built for something specific. Then, when it finally opened it was just a big empty cube that gave great shadow, but there was art leaning up against the walls. I happened to catch it at a good time on Friday and snapped some pics. Then, some dudes walked by with a canoe.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Time to get out my second favorite sweatshirt. Hope I don't run into MB or Bjork in Brooklyn Heights though. That would just be embarrassing for everybody. (Art deal of the decade, by the way. Bought it for 1/2 price [$30] on the last weekend of his show at the Gugg.)
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Wherein we understand the how the latest art market crash happened.
Patrick Bateman (in voiceover): But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing...
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Oh, right. You don't have any. Nevermind.
You know the drill. Art. Sexism. Stupidity.
[UPDATE: OK. It's not really clear if the catalogue cover is the general JCrew cover or just for the Men's publication. I'll say this. If you go to the corresponding Women's section on the website, it just shows another one of their fake blueblood throat-pokers. Which then leads to the question, "Why wouldn't they have done a matching photo shoot with female artists?"]
BONUS WARNING: The Acconci pages are totally stuck together.
Hat tips to Art Fag City and Roberta Smith for pointing out the numbers, or the lack thereof.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Hyperallergic. Storming your heart, head, and lungs soon. Actually, it kind of already is. Go and be good. Your immune system mediators will never be the same.
TOTAL BONUS POINTS if you caught the reference to MOTT THE HOOPLE's back up singers.
I have to go away for a bit, so behave yourselves while I'm out of class. Seriously. This is gonna be good.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Christopher Saunders, Whitenoise 3
I'm always getting lost in Chinatown. And I mean, like, ALWAYS. The nice thing is that somehow I (usually) eventually (somehow) find my way to the East Broadway F station which is right across the street from LaViolaBank Gallery. I always stop in. I consistently like at least 60% (sometimes more, never less) of what I see on the walls there, which, let's face it, is a pretty good average. Much better than most. The group show that's up now, Outside In, mos def hits a higher than usual. Christopher Saunders' exquisite paintings were one of the things that helped the average this time 'round. Also killin' it was Mira O'Brien's gorgeous and broken Glass Platform. Leighton Pierce's Tree videos in the basement reminded me a lot of the video that I saw Wolfgang Voigt use up at Columbia earlier in the summer. Trust me. This is a good thing. These are all good things. I should get lost more often.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Go Olympia! Look y'all. Any project that includes both Robert Schatz AND Alison Blickle is more than alright by me. It's fucking fabulous. One day of ass-kicking only, so get yourself out to Ditmas Park, like, now and stuff. Another way to find you.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Great to see Kate Gilmore's new video inthe group show at The Kitchen, but it was especially good to see the installation that went with it. The color of the paint somehow exploits the viewer's depth perception, and looks like it's floating just above the surface of the wood or the floor. It's like a blowout version of other shades of pink that have appeared in earlier videos. Plus, it totally matches the rubber on a Grolsch bottle.