Unbreak My Heart: EJ Hauser.

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EJ Hauser, man. The moment we figured out her wall, Bongwater came onto her iPod shuffle. A blessing from Ann Magnuson. That's all you need.

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EJ Hauser: Whew! I was unfamiliar with EJ Hauser's work before artist Sarah Peters introduced me to it. (Thank you, Sarah.) Abstracts, not-quite-abstracts, and text paintings make up her three-pronged attack. The lines she develops in the text paintings are so strong you can forget the text, but I'd recommend against that. There's too much fun to be had therein. Killer stuff all around, actually. Beauty can be hard. Beauty can be delicious. In EJ's work it's both.

Unbreak My Heart: Beth Gilfilen.

I had asked two artists for recommendations and BOTH of them told me I needed to check out Beth Gilfilen's work. Yep. They were right. Knockout stuff.

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Beth Gilfilen: The two paintings we chose for the show are awesome gestures of texture and space-building on their own, but side-by-side they sing harmony like Gary Louris and Lucinda Williams on Williams' song, Essence. The dominance shifts back and forth between the voices and sometimes they share the middle. In one painting the color and action fills the canvas, and in the other Gilfilen let's the white space fly. Back and forth they go, making me wonder who's in charge.

Unbreak My Heart.

OK. So, in the next week or so I'm going to feature the artists in the show I've curated, Unbreak My Heart (Opening on SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1st. OMG. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1st!). And away we go . . .

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Bad shit happens, like, constantly. Quite frankly, I'm surprised we all aren't in cardiac arrest by the time we're 8. I'm not tipping you to anything new by pointing out that most of us make it past childhood, grow up, and drag our "long black bag" of heartbreak along for the ride. There are plenty of ways to lighten the burden though, and one of them is to look at art. (Therapy also helps. LOTS of therapy.) Every once in awhile I'll come across art that reverses the damage done, at least a little bit. I knew when I was offered this show that I wanted to include artists who have provided me with those moments of "unbreaking". You know how it works. The world slows down and you can almost feel the shards coming back together (Blondie style), the sinewy shreds of tissue reconnecting (David Lynch style). We just have to keep our eyes open and our hearts on the block. It's gonna be alright. At least for this moment.

One Last Look.

And what was I doing in the bad corn maze (Sorry, but 38th Ave. and 13th St. a block away from 21st St.? WTF?) that is Queens? Doing another studio visit with Rosanna Bruno, of course. We were looking at this new painting to see if it would work in the show I'm curating. Turns out that it wasn't quite going to fit right, but that doesn't mean it's not an amazing painting. It really bats the viewer around. Pulling you in in one place and pushing you away in another while another spot is pulling you back in before you get too far away. A really interesting turn, this one.

Queens. 38th Ave. + 13th St.

BREAKING: Palin's "Real America" Kinda Looks Like a Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe Painting.

Graph by FiveThirtyEight
Painting, Leopard, by Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe.

All kidding aside, I love Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe's work. But you already knew that.

Turn.

Eileen Neff has a new show, The Key of Dreams, at Silverstein on 20th. I stopped by to check this out today. No surprise that it was fabulous, but a the real thrill was the inclusion of, Slipping Glimpse, my absolute favorite piece from Neff's show at the ICA last year.

We. Are All Romans.

Maria Bartiromo

The last night last night.

Totally amazing images by Cesar Llacuna, copyright 2008. Dig it. And be sure to click on the images to make them pop.

Lit.

Apparently it's architecture week here at HAA. The Cathedral of Learning on the University of Pittsburgh campus is a building I love both outside and in. This looks a bit over the top, but I think I like the goofy insanity of the way German design duo Friedrich Foerster and Sabine Weissinger lit this puppy up.

No Turning Back Now. (The cards are printed.)

Unbreak My Heart on ArtCal. PICK! Most awesome.

Period.

Two stunning new tapes out now from Period Tapes. These Feathers Have Plumes' supple gold-on-red silkscreened cover contains a nice slow drone. The line it draws is that of an unstable zither, but without the instrument. God only knows what they used to make this crawling slab. It doesn't matter. This is the wonderstuff. The lines are a lot less straight on Stone Baby's Nobody Loves Me . . . Still. It sounds like the haunted boiler room in the basement of the Brill Building. Disembodied voices fade in and out of the creeping, broken rhythms. And that baby doll on the cover . . . illin'. THIS is your soundtrack for Halloween. Truly scary.

My Ass-Kicking Building In The Times.

For the architecture lovers out there . . . Architectural Wealth, Built for the Poor. Hello, Alfred Tredway White.

Just Grand.

Beka Goedde, Nearby here, nearby

I received some excellent news from Glowlab last night. They're moving to Grand Street in SoHo! I went off on their goodness awhile ago here. I was poking around the website and came across some amazing images by Beka Goedde. Hello there. I have to say, I'm a sucker for gouache. Must. See. Live.

Title Change.

Not art, but odd. I like the first version of the title better. (badly cropped screen grabs via moi) From the NYTimes online front page . . .

8:23 PM

8:44 PM

No Cock In China.

Photograph courtesy of Zoe Strauss.
Clampdown courtesy of China.

It ain't 2005 or 2017 so there's no cock in China. Zoe Strauss' AMERICA got censored at the Chinese printer because of all those scary penises. And now, she's talkin' about it.

Robert Bordo's it's always raining: Last Day To See One Of The Best Shows Of The Year.

Like I said, the Robert Bordo show show at Alexander and Bonin should be seen and not written about. It's that whole "to name it is to make it less" sentinment. Which, I know, is goofy, but everything I've read about it fails to capture the extreme goodness therein--including this review in The Brooklyn Rail by Cassandra Neyenesch. The work just feels so personal. And TODAY IS THE LAST DAY TO SEE IT. So, kids . . . Go see it. It's one of my favorite shows of the year. I've seen it three times, and I might just go back today.

Some close-ups . . .

What Genius Does.

This is what it does. Writes amazing appreciations in The New Yorker about Karlheinz Stockhausen. Genius.

I've been thinking about this too.

This, I mean. Forget Heart. I've been waiting for McCain's sad vagina trick to start playing Bilskirnir at her rallies.