Friday, February 29, 2008


I always love when an artist takes a turn well, and Andrea Champlin seems to be doing just that. I've been digging Champlin's paintings for a number of years, and had gotten used to her style. The other day though, I came across this new painting (above) on her blog. She's shifting and adding to what was already a pretty killah repertoire. It reminded me that she had posted another shift signifier (below) a couple months ago. What's next for Champlin? Who knows. I just enjoy being in the car while she's hugging the corners so gracefully without even thinking about careening into that ditch. Put the pedal down.

Old school . . . Snowgasm from her 2004 show at Michael Steinberg.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Wonder Alert. (Updated)

Image totally swiped from White's blog.

Via her blog I just found out that Wendy White is doing a set of prints (ed. 35) with Flying Horse Editions to be published by Stuart Horodner. Um. Holy shit. Remember when she had me muttering profanities to myself in the middle of her last NYC show? Remember when she made my Top 10 list two years ago, and I declared Mary Boone lazy for not picking her up (That's OK. Leo Koenig did.)? There are a handful painters that make me this giddy when I see their work. I've got a good feeling about this. I'm betting that you will too. Do investigate.

UPDATE: White just posted more process pics.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Go Bang.

On the event of the artist's retrospective at the Guggenheim I just posted a little memory of Cai Guo-Qiang's Light Cycle over on my Creative Time blog. Light Cycle was the project he did for Creative Time in 2003. A number of people weren't thrilled with this piece. I wasn't one of them.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

First Prize.

Hay! One of my faves, video artist Kate Gilmore, has a show up in Madrid at Maisterra Valbuena right now. Hop on a plane, kids. I think this piece, Blue Ribbon, is one that she made when she had her fellowship in Dijon. At least that's what the light looks like to me. I might be wrong, but I doubt it. Sometimes I know everything.

Monday, February 18, 2008

No Justice. No Post.

Andy Warhol, Justice Brandeis
© 2006 Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts/ARS, New York

That's another way of saying that the posting and the posts might be light this week. Between jury duty and being out of town again this coming weekend it's gonna be difficult to grab much quality computer time. If there is such a thing.

Click here to read Auric D. Steele's The Intersection of Law & Pop Culture about Andy Warhol, Justice Brandeis, and intellectual property law.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Campaign Stops.

In a discussion of political campaign posters that begins with Shepard Fairey's poster of Obama (see below), Steven Heller references one of Warhol's funniest and smartest political gestures today in the Campaign Stops section of the NY Times Online. Sorry, but nobody is ever gonna beat that poster for McGovern. Nobody. Ever. Although if Clinton continues to push the Florida and Michigan issue I'm totally down with pulling Warhol's concept back out of the drawer.

"... the poster that Andy Warhol produced in 1972: an impressionistic image, based on an official portrait of Richard Nixon under which Warhol roughly scrawled “Vote McGovern.” It was the height of irony in a campaign that later became known for its dirty tricks."

Friday, February 15, 2008


I'm going away for the weekend, but I didn't want to leave town though without tipping y'all to Cynthia Lin's show that opens tonight at Michael Steinberg. I've met Lin a a couple million times, but I've never actually seen her art. However, every artist I know who's familiar with her drawings go into full-on RAVE mode when I ask about them. I've a good feeling about this one. Go.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Leave. Julian. Alone!

If I had a video camera I would totally pull a Chris Crocker for Julian Schnabel. In his recent and amazing piece in The Brooklyn Rail, John Yau summed up pretty much everything I've ever thought about Julian Schnabel's painting (Not good. Not now. Not then.). And yet, I must say . . . Leave Julian alone.

Don't get me wrong. I think that Schnabel's paintings are, for the most part, shit. But I think he should keep making them. Leave the boy alone to do what he must do. Let him continue to give painters heart attacks when they see his work. Let him chase away the appetite of unsuspecting diners at Wallse. Let him play mayor of the far West Village. Give him his pajamas, his beautiful wife, his DPC-ready children. Encourage his Big Pink endeavors (Which I do love, by the way.). I don't care. Just leave the man alone with whatever damn ancillary activities he needs to rock if they lead him to create such gloriously great films as Basquiat, Before Night Falls, and he Diving Bell and the Butterfly. Seriously. Leave him alone. Use his illusion. Keep the balance right.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Saying Grace.

Sebastian Lemm

If you've been reading me for any length of time at all you know that all you have to do to get me to come to your gallery is to put Sebastian Lemm on your wall.

If you've been reading me for any length of time you'll know that if there's one thing that'll guarantee my visit to a show it's the work of Sebastian Lemm. And so it was that I visited Peer Gallery's group show, Grace where I found a number of nice surprises along with Lemm's usual solid work.

It's odd though. This time Lemm's work didn't immediately grab me. After a second pass at it though, what he was doing began to unfold in unexpected ways. The artist's deconstruction of the natural is a thrilling challenge to the viewer. Lemm's manipulated photographs follow one of the best (and really, only) art rules: Tell the lie well to get to the truth.

Susan Opton

Suzanne Opton's photographs of U.S. soldiers' heads at rest are striking. It's as if gravity, for a moment, is dressing their wounds. There's a sense of both relief and vulnerability in the photos. The hunch that that state won't last make the portraits heartbreaking.

Susan kae Grant
Susan kae Grant's pigment prints won me over immediately. Anytime an artist reminds me of Charles Laughton's The Night of the Hunter, both in theme and shadow, they win. Susan kae Grant won.

Melissa Fleming
Melissa Fleming's ghost oceans were right up my alley. These chromogenic prints capture what it feels like to watch the ocean at night, alone. Beautiful and private.

Jason Horowitz
In direct opposition to the colors and hues of Flemming and kae Grant's work was that of Jason Horowitz. I know I shouldn't have liked this c-print as much as I did, but I don't care. The tension between the repellant and attractive nature of the photo was too delicious to resist. I kind of couldn't stop looking at the damn thing.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Good Luck, Robin!

Um, I mean, Victor. Nah. I mean ROBIN. Rock the red carpet, girl.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Well-Lit Space.

Have they become so comfortable in their new building that the Times staff just sit around all day smoking weed or something? First this. And now this: a story about a recently-surfaced Warhol was buried in the NY/Region section today. Damn, man. I would love to get in on the vending machine action over there. Those puppies must be empty by the end of every work day. Pass the kouchie*, Mo.

But seriously. I just wanted to bring attention to that article in case you missed it. I'm among the minority of Warhol fans who actually like the dollar sign series.

*All respects to Sibbles and Mittoo.

Maria Bartiromo Special 18-1 Edition

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I Heart Ellis G.

Here's a way to bankroll your art that nobody's thought of over at Deborah Fisher's wonderful Sellout . . . SUE THE CITY'S ASS OFF! Go, Ellis G. Five million bucks might be enough to teach the city not to bust this outline chalker and, um, 6 year olds.

Ellis G. lives somewhere in my neighborhood, and finally won me over about a year ago when I came across this big heart, a rare departure from his shadow outlines. Gotta admit: the dude's got woo. I was really a goner though when, over the summer, a young guy down the block died and amidst the candles and flowers in the sidewalk shrine was a sweet message from Ellis in that familiar, comforting chalk style.

Some people might wonder whether or not this is art. I'm not one of them. And yeah. It might be one note, but let's be honest. It's one hell of a note. All I know is that what was once a whimsical gimmick now feels like a thread. Go Ellis G.

I love this photo from the 2005 Times article.

Here's the current_ documentary.
Here's his Myspace page.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Tom Mix.

It's no secret to y'all that I'm a total tapehead. The intimacy of the object is one of the things that I love most about cassettes. My understanding of that intimacy came from making 100s of mixtapes over the years for friends, lovers, and exceptional family members (I know. SUCH a snob.). That understanding also comes from the "handmade" nature of the things. Even at it's least decorated, the mixtape is something that involves the maker's hands. The mixtape is something made, not burned. Record. Pause. Cue. Record. Pause. Cue. Time. On and on. Add to the music the touch of decoration and design that some choose to distinguish their final product from others, and you've got an object I can very much live with.

So . . . it's more than appropriate that a museum with intimacy at its core (And a truly unique photo policy!), The Tom Museum, is having a Mixtape show. And in a very Tom move, we're all invited to participate. Shake off your reels and get recording, kids. Live the loop, baby.

Hat tip to oranje for the pointing of the out.

Saturday, February 02, 2008


If you're in Chelsea today you should most definitely NOT miss Joyce Pensato's ass-kick of a show at Petzel. Hell, if you're not planning to go to Chelsea you should change your plans because, my dear rock stars, this is the last day to see this show. Listen to Ed and Jerry. They know of what they speak in regards to the goodness herein. I can't claim to have been a long time fan rooting for her to hit the big time like these two. I'm just glad she did. I wandered into her killer show at Parker's Box in Williamsburg a couple years ago and was duly blown away. Do not miss this show. I know I've already said that, but seriously . . . like, for real. I'm betting that it's going to be on a lot of best-of lists for 2008. I'm pretty sure it's going to be on mine.

Friday, February 01, 2008

I Love Mary Boone (Well, most of the time.)

I like any conversation that gives me an opportunity to proclaim my love for Mary Boone, or at least her eye. That hadn't happened in awhile.

On the Heart As Arena trivia tip, the title of this post was the original name of this blog for about 5 days.

Always Walgreens.