tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46896299946992747562024-02-02T06:20:18.478-08:00Artists and AstronautsLooking for life on any planetUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-49854279268695329422012-07-02T10:37:00.000-07:002012-07-02T11:00:52.486-07:00Summer Reading Part II: Magazines<h3 style="text-align: center;">
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Now that I have told you about all the ridiculous behemoth books I am trudging through in the post below, I want to tell you what I'm actually excited to read on my bookshelf. <br />
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I live in a part of Oakland with at least four good used book stores and one amazing magazine store all on the same street. Print is not dead here, and the paper love is certainly not lost at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.issuesshop.com/">Issues Magazine Shop</a></span>, where I got all of these magazines. A place stacked with used books and hoards of magazines, no one inside is using a Kindle, I'm pretty sure. Personally, I need the heavy paper thing, in my hand, and ready to go anywhere with me. I want to get sand in it at the beach and stain it with coffee rings and rip out the pages I like. How are you going to keep up with that, Kindle? Oh, I digress, as usual.<br />
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I found a big row of old<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"> Parkett</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">s</span> at Issues one day, with a pretty great sale sign on them- I think it was $30 for 3 or $12 each. Whatever it is (there are still some left), Joe, the owner, was smart enough to bring them in from some garage sale and sell them for a fraction of their original $45 price tag. Who buys $45 art magazines? Fancy art people who appreciate the bi-lingual German and English text and the readable interviews, (so much more so than Artforum), and good color images, that's who. And me, when they are old and smell like yard sales. So I paid my $30 and picked out these 3: One with the fashion-obsessed <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Sylvie Fleury</span></b>, the belated, porn and neon sign rat's nest-maker <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><b>Jason Rhoades</b></span>, and the Pop icon <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><b>James Rosenquist</b></span>, one with the supremely slick and superficial <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><b>Richard Phillips</b></span> and some other people, and one with neo-Mannerist/contortionist <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">John Currin</span></b> and the strangely undefinable <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><b>Laura Owens</b></span>. Good, now I can read about art that is not a performance freakshow or a site-specific minimalist yawn-fest. </div>
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I did <a href="http://www.parkettart.com/books">look it up</a>, and while it seems that Parkett is out of print, it's not- it's just that they only publish two magazines a year ("books", they call them) and a subscription is $90. Also, the entire back stock is available as set, but they don't even publish the price, so whatever. <br />
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Oh, hurray for the Spring fashion back-breaking fetish objects like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><a href="http://thepop.com/">Pop</a></span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.anothermag.com/">AnOther Magazine</a>, <a href="http://thelovemagazine.co.uk/main.php#!/issueeight">Love</a>,</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"><a href="http://purple.fr/">Purple</a></span>, and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.hungertv.com/">The Hunger</a></span>. Around July or August, I get soooo restless, knowing the Fall one is just around the corner, ripe with all the imagery I NEED. How do I explain the obsession with the September Issues? It goes so far beyond the infamous Vogue issue that lists its page numbers like a trophy on the cover. They are ripe with promise, full of newness and coziness and culture just when summer feels like it's getting too fucking hot and dry and the whole world is just waiting to burst into flames. The Fall fashion spectaculars promise that right around the corner is a return to art, beauty, literacy, and decency when all you've been able to do for the past couple months is suck back light-colored beer and waste away in crappy jean cut-offs. <br />
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So, with that meandering introduction to these magazines, these are the sisters of the Fall issues, the Spring editions. Available only twice a year as well, the Spring issues come at a time where you might be saying, "It's about goddamn time!" However, spring is <i>busy</i> in my world of art school freak-outs, and I never get a chance to actually read the magazines I buy until the doldrums of summer. This way, I have a win-win, with the time to peruse the fat, bible-sized Spring compilations right before I get the Fall issues and all the world is well. <br />
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These are not big idiot books, either, I must tell you in case you aren't a fashion freak like me. I mean, there is a lot of writing about fashion and designers, and that's for the industry people. Reading about clothes when you aren't a designer, a stylist, or a woman who lunches is boring. However, there is always a ton of contemporary art and music, sometimes literature, and lots of dark and weird images for my work.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here we have a super awesome interview with painter, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;"><b>Lisa Yuskavage</b></span> in Purple, and man on fire (rad) in Love, and a super dead goth dude in The Hunger for the art archive, as well.</td></tr>
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Now a weird find,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.amagazinecuratedby.com/rodarte/">'A' Magazine</a> </span>was edited and curated by my two fashion heroes, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">the Rodarte sisters, Kate and Laura Mulleavy</span>. I really don't know whether to believe the romantic story circulated in every interview of their lucky break as two wanna-be designers from Pasadena who studied art history and literature at UC Berkeley and broke the wall down into the New York fashion industry with a portfolio of paper dolls during fashion week. Whether that part is correct or fairy tale, I am totally in awe of their approach to their fashion collections, which have the weirdest, most unique influences and inspirations each season. They cite horror movies, the light at dawn and dusk, the California wilderness, and other totally obscure and wonderful visions in creating their almost unwearable designs. If ever there were fashion designers who were more artists than designers, it would be these two. I found this magazine which is made by them, cover to cover, and features their clothing but also their favorite things and references. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And films by <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;">Terence Malick</span></b> like "Days of Heaven"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And they interview the artist,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: small;"><b> John Baldessari</b></span></td></tr>
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Looking up 'A' Magazine, I just learned they have other issues curated by other fashion people like my very favorite,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"> Ricardo Tisci</span> of Givency, with every page to scroll through. Check out the link above!</div>
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Finally, this last small book, <u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Draw it with your eyes closed: the art of the art assignment</span></u>, I didn't get at Issues but found at my friend's house while I was housesitting. Made by a small publisher, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Paper Monument</span>, it covers the subject of the art assignment, something I've never seen in a good-read book before. It was filled with assignment ideas, rantings of instructors who don't believe in such a thing, anecdotes of what not to do as a teacher... it was totally engrossing as someone who is learning how to teach art. I highly recommend it if you are into that sort of thing. You can order it online <a href="http://www.papermonument.com/drawit">here</a> for $15.</div>
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-67353394112508494352012-06-27T18:58:00.000-07:002012-07-02T11:01:07.992-07:00Summer Reading Part I<br />
It's that time again, for a big pile of books that I may or may not really read by September. What kind of weirdo would even try to read more than one fat classic? However, stop into any Barnes and Noble or Borders and they will have you feeling like it's really pretty essential to your summer experience. Somehow even though I don't go to those stores much anymore, it's become engrained in me to get really ambitious with a stack of really tried and true classics as well as some more readable memoirs, along with the requisite massive fashion magazines that come out in the Spring and some reference books I buy whenever I find a good one for the home art library. (See <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-reading-list-part-ii.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">last year</span></a> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-reading-list.html">the year before</a> </span>for more reading lists I was only partially successful with). <br />
<i>The pure tradition of having a summer reading list feels a lot like one of the other traditions I have been born and raised on: shopping for a new school wardrobe, which I will still fulfill every year until I die even though I'm not technically going to school anymore. Does it count for school staff? That's Fall anyway and we're in Summer right now, so let's get smart in the sun before we spend all the money we don't have. </i> (That's me talking to myself).<br />
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I swear to you, I am not trying to be pretentious by putting books in here that are supposed to make me look fancy but that I am never planning on reading, like how most people put hardbound copies of Shakespeare's entire collection on their bookshelves. Come on, who can get through the downright impossible Elizabethan language and understand what the fuck they are saying? Unfortunately, I have to have my Shakespeare handed to me in cleaned up, modern language movie form, like that Romeo and Juliet movie with Claire Danes and Leonardo DiCaprio. I know, I know. Anyway, YES, I really am reading, have started, or plan to read all of these books. Some might take me a year, but a few I have already finished! <br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><u>Moby Dick</u> by Herman Melville </span></b>The classics seem like not only a good idea, (hey, they have stuck around through decades and even centuries and people still read them so they must be good, right?), but I am constantly worried that I might not get a cultural reference that is assumed most smart people would. No one wants to be the dumb one at the party, (even though I really don't go to parties), but I also want to know if a movie I would have otherwise thought original is a blatant ripoff of a classic masterpiece. So, yes, I am reading Moby Dick, and it is pretty boring.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><u>Tropic of Cancer</u> by Henry Miller</span></b> Naughty, naughty Miller. Damn, dude, try to get a plot in there while you are talking about every dirty whore in Paris in the 1930s! It's my readable book when I am sick of <i>War and Peace</i> and <i>Moby Dick</i>, (which is often), and I am really quite surprised that it was written at all eighty years ago during what I would assume was a sort of demure time despite the flappers and drinking and all that jazz. Ba dum bum. Anyway, he uses 'cunt' more than any author in the English language, and it's really rambling. However, with this book he really cleared the way for the rights of free speech and the end of morality clauses, and I can see where one of my favorites, Nabokov, takes his cues.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><u>War and Peace</u> by Leo Tolstoy</b></span> What do I even need to say? This is still on my reading list from to years ago and I am still trudging through it! The thing is, I read <i>Anna Karenina</i> and loved it. I was hoping this would be more of the same, but the problem is that the peace part is great and the war part is soooo long. You really get the feeling Tolstoy was a history nerd, and if there were Napoleonic War reenactments during his time, he probably would have been out there impersonating the Glorious Russian Soldiers. I would really like to finish it, but honestly, I have to skip the war stuff whenever he starts talking about right and left flanks and each General and you know, war stuff. Is that sacrilege?<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><u>The Best American Essays 1997</u></span></b> Call the year completely random, but I would like to read more essays. I feel more connected to them, to a style that does not need to have some ridiculous made-up story, or a plot, or an arc. It's just so much more simple to write down something you know or think. And I would like to get some reading in because I secretly want to write them myself. I grabbed this off a church yard sale table for a dollar, and also scored a record box set of Gregorian Chants and a book on the artist, Andrew Wyeth, for a total of $10!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><u>Peregrinations of a Pariah</u> by Flora Tristan</b></span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><u>Valencia</u> by Michelle Tea</b></span> What an awesome way to experience each memoir by ballsy, independent women two centuries apart from each other by reading them at the same time. I found the Tristan book at my favorite store, Issues, as it was handed to me by the owner, Joe- <i>looks like a good one?</i> Written in 1838, Tristan was a French woman who wrote for the London Journal and is described as a "Militante Féministe". This book chronicles her travels aboard a ship to Peru from France, (which took five months back then!), as she tries to claim her family's inheritance and also gain a divorce from her husband, a big Catholic no-no at the time. She writes with such passion and frankness that it is completely surprising that it was published almost two hundred years ago! (Also amazing- a quick search on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flora_Tristan">wikipedia</a> reveals she was the grandmother of the artist, Paul Gaugin- whoa!) <br />
Now enter the late 1990s in San Francisco as dykes and misfits from all over the country flock to the grungy riot grrl gay mecca of the Bay Area. Michelle Tea, a celebrated feminist thrift-store-T-shirt-punk poet became a local legend with this and other works. In the very '90s <i>Valencia </i>she chronicles the quick ruination of her naive girlish self, and introduces the reader to "sex positive" leather-bound S&M dykes, the life of a prostitute, and fisting. Whoa!<br />
It's amazing how self-absorbed both novels are as Tristan chronicles her every fainting spell and bouts of boredom and Tea drags one through every crush and mini relationship and post-breakup obsession. Both have a social consciousness and message, as well as a critical eye towards the hypocrisy of the times they live in. I definitely recommend reading them in tandem.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><u>Swann's Way</u> by Marcel Proust</b></span> Recently my friend scoffed at me for answering, "He's Ok", to a question on whether I liked this Proust book or not. What I meant was, it's not like I think I could do better, but I'm giving a Twenty-First century response to something published in 1913. Like my experience with Shakespearean language, its hard to take in his slowww scenes about very internal experiences by the protagonist as a contemporary reader in our current time of very short, abrupt, fast-paced daily life. I mean, the beginning where he waits for his mother to kiss him goodnight as a boy takes him like fifteen pages! I'm not giving up on Proust, (or on any author who gets their own reference as in "it was Proustian"), but I don't know if I could handle all seven volumes which ultimately make up the whole work <i>Remembrances of Things Past</i>- this is just volume one! However, I already felt I scored a victory as I read Steven Wolf's blog which referred the madeline scene in Proust and I got it! <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><b><u>Crime and Punishment</u> by Fyodor Dostoevsky</b></span> Am I trying to punish myself? Yes. I gave up on this after about thirty pages but recently my bookaholic friend, Mandy, told me to try it again because it's one of her favorite books. Ok, but only after <i>War and Peace</i>.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><u>Trainspotting</u> by Irvine Welsh</span></b> Well, I grew up on this movie and I had the soundtrack, too. It made heroin withdrawals look like the worst thing in the world and I think it was single-handedly responsible for keeping me off drugs. One pass through it's written phonetic slang of marble-mouthed British kids, though, and I'm not sure I will be able to slag through it. I'll give it a shot.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><u>I Bought Andy Warhol</u> by Richard Polsky</span></b> I originally gave this to my friend, Libby, as a Christmas present, so I am just borrowing it. Found at Issues, too, I had surprisingly never heard of it despite the fact it was only written ten years ago and features a honest, first-person account of an art dealer's history of making and losing money in the art world. It is very readable, but a little stumbly. I found that while he has some interesting anecdotes and it's great to get a view of the time period where pop and contemporary art really started making those collectors millionaires, he lingers on weird details and isn't the world's best writer. Even still, I think I will finish it. There's also a sequel, <i>I Sold Andy Warhol</i>.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><u>The Warhol Economy: How Fashion, Art, and Music Drive New York City</u> by Elizabeth Currid</span></b> One of the only books left over from my thesis research that I still actually want to read, I'm hoping this one sheds a little light on the inner complex workings of cultural production and profit. I'm also hoping that from the title, she will be a little acerbic about New York as the hipster capital I recently saw first hand. (I seem to be the only one who objects to Brooklyn as the new 90210)<br />
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That leaves the following research books for art references and occasional perusing: <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><u>The Art of Andrew Wyeth</u></span></b> (from the church sale), <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Son of Heaven: Imperial Arts of China</span></b> for headdress ideas and patterns, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><u>Pierre et Giles</u></span></b>, an awesome pre-David LaChapelle photo duo of visual overload, and a Taschen book about the <b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Still Life</span></u></b>, which I originally bought for the Still Life class I was going to teach that was cancelled. <br />
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CCA's MFA Open Studios, Documented Here for Year Three, April 2012. (See <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2010/04/ccas-open-studios.html">2010</a> & <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2011/04/open-studios-2011-part-i.html">2011</a>) It's so late it's actually funny. Or dumb.</h3>
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I know I said I would not be your critic anymore on this blog and I wouldn't go around taking pictures of everything. Just the good stuff. Just the stuff I am way head over heels for, (and let's face it, most of it won't be local, but from the internet). Buuuut..... I already did all the work during the last installment of the graduate student song and dance known as Open Studios at the California College of the Arts; I took all the pictures and uploaded them- I just never got around to putting them for reals on the good old internet.</div>
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So, here we go, here is what I thought was noteworthy for some reason or another; maybe 30 out of over 100 studios of grads in one of two categories, (all interspersed together):<br />
The second-years with only about a month of school to go, confident and grossly self-assured or wide-eyed and freaking out (those are the ones who know they only have a month before they have to get a job). </div>
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The other group is of course the first-years, wide-eyed for the other reason- they're still shell-shocked from being force-fed Roland Barthes and Guy Debord, and even worse, bell hooks and Relational Aesthetics. They're sitting in their studios or walking around outside nervously like ducks that have been trying to recuperate after having grass shoved into their throats for months to make foie gras. Lucky for the ducks, foie gras was recently banned in San Francisco, but grad school is entirely legal and even more awful, actually encouraged for every artist worth their salt. I can go on: after the feeding, the ducks's liver's are the beaten, wounded organ jammed full of a rich, almost unpalatable foodstuff. For the grads, it's their hearts that take the beating, and as their brains try to consume the endless archives of rhetoric, taking in everything that has been written by every touted academic that ever lived, their brains are the thing filled with a rich foodstuff of righteous intellectualism that eventually kills the art in the artist, just like the duck. <br />
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<b>OH, I was on a roll!</b></div>
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Obviously, I have mixed feelings about grad school. One year out of the two-year sentence, I am filled with joy at having made it through and with some truly remarkable new friends and even some new ideas. I also, however, still have this intellectual toilet paper clinging to my shoe when I go to make a new piece. Frozen with fear from the constant whap! on my knuckles whenever I tried to make something open-ended, or god forbid, <i>intuitive</i>, I still have to look over my shoulder for someone to tell me I can't do something. It has taken me this year to figure out, YES, I FUCKING CAN. The fact is, no one is going to tell me now that I have to have it figured out, that it's unresolved, or that it doesn't say what it means. I really believe that the absolute best thing to happen to me from being in grad school is the end of it, and the self-confidence that comes from breaking from the disciplinarians. So, when I see these grads unsure, gun-shy, or clearly proud and a little cocky, I know how they all feel, and how much more they have to go through before it's real. Before they can totally recover from the force-feed machine and really start making the real deal.</div>
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Ok, so all of that being said, I'd like to look at these works through the lens of a specimen in the middle of a transformation. I have a lot of friends in this group, so I am not knocking them, but I like the idea that their work will get even better when they get out.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Emmert's paper sculptures of stretcher bars, complete with paper staples.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William's reconstructed boyhood archive of wrestling fan paraphernalia. I have to admit, I was not very interested in the work until I knew it was painstakingly made out of something else. What does that mean? Haha.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Max Esplin, who's woven wall piece took a major backseat to the insane display of sweets he prepared in his Mormon tradition of sugar as a lifestyle. He dressed the Mormon part to really seal the deal. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This rainbow cake was really giving Will Cotton a run for his money.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Melissa Dickenson's plastic-wrapped canvases gave me the same reaction as William's sculptures- it wasn't interesting until I realized they were made out of something else. It becomes a riff on painting that is interesting but I wonder what she'll want to make when she doesn't have to define a reason for making abstractions.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More stuff made out of something else: Kim Bennett's painted (screen printed?) found street signs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Katelyn Eichwald's obsessive wall of small drawings based on a cowboy motif. I like how it looks from far away.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Johanna Friedman's textile pieces- the piece behind her is a digital print on canvas, then quilted. The piece to her right says, Who Cares About Freud When You're Pregnant?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jake Ziemann's airy abstract painting and matchy-matchy video installation. It was pretty.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More things made out of something else: flowers painted out of the juices of themselves, which slowly fade over time so they become a form of dying twice (that's my interpretation).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously, Social Practice, you are really killing me. Just because you stick something lovable like a petting zoo with mini ponies in the courtyard does not make the idea of 'non-art as art' any more likable.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Swedish first year's funny sculpture of a Castle Greyskull kind of landscape.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I liked these printed still-life/collages on shaped masonite by Kate Bonner.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heather Watson's scribbly drawings/messages. She's such a likable person that I can't separate myself from them enough to be objective. I have no idea whether I really like them or not.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebekah Goldstein's colored pencil drawing- like the pink and red.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebekah Goldstein, the painted version.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kate Nichols's lab-come-gallery. She made mirror and cellulose fiber out of crazy science stuff and hung it on the wall.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't know. I really like moss. I don't know who made this.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how people in art school watch girls touching their boobs on video.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wes Fanelli's bears, Jesuses, and Madonnas. A natural combination.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not sure who made this either, but I am liking the painting as non-painting with this string strung in swatches on the stretcher bar.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Without the chair, this would maybe look like a small collage piece, right?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I will always like drawings. Even drawings of stuff where I don't quite understand the references.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Janine Scarboro's abstracted figures.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't remember this woman's name, but she is adept at painting these surreal portraits. As a first year, I'm excited to see what she does next.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are super fun cut foam paintings by Theresa... I can't remember her last name. We'll see what she comes up with next year, too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A wall of cigarette cartons. Ok. I think I like it.</td></tr>
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<b>So, not that anyone asked me, but here's my redundant advice for the first year grads: Hang in there. It gets better. And for the second year newly graduated artists in the world now: You have to throw up the foie gras in order to live and not be consumed. </b><br />
<b>(Wouldn't you agree, Maysha and Courtney?)</b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-64331368547230218422012-06-13T11:56:00.001-07:002012-06-15T11:52:47.630-07:00I Couldn't Stay Away... Or, I Wish I Could Quit You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the past two months I have done my best to avoid blogging. The reason being, well, <i style="background-color: white;">If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all</i> comes to mind. I have just been calling 'em like I see 'em on here. The thing is, at local art openings I would see artists that I said some fairly honest things about on the blog and felt a little <i>guilty</i>. I mean, it's not like I was talking shit- I was just being honest with my <i>opinions </i>about their art, as any art critic might. But looking at them across the room, I felt a little rotten inside. At first, it didn't seem to matter because I didn't think anyone read this thing, so I didn't think there was a chance they had seen it. But then I started getting knee-jerk comments from my friends- "Wait, you're not going to put this on your blog, are you? Don't say I said that". Or, "Geez, your blog is getting kind of mean..."<br />
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<b>Bay Area, you are too sensitive.</b><br />
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So why am I posturing myself as another art critic? The fact is, we <i>do</i> need more real art critics here in San Francisco, besides the overly-too-man-art friendly<a href="http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/kbaker/archive/"> Kenneth Baker</a> of the Chronicle, who has been around long enough in this small pond to establish himself as THE critic. We also have the fabulous <a href="http://blog.sfmoma.org/author/glenhelfand/">Glen Helfand</a> of Art Forum, but he can't cover more than one or two 'picks' at a time. That leaves self-appointed critics like those at decent art blogs like Art Practical, but it also leaves people like<a href="http://www.artbusiness.com/"> Alan Bamburger</a> of Art Business, a nice guy I'm sure, but no one needs his two cents- just take the pictures, please. Here I go again, see? I can't help it. But anyway, maybe I was trying to fill the critic void myself, until I realized nothing, other than an MFA that half the SF population also seem to have, qualifies me as an art expert. And my opinion might be as valid as anyone else's, but I probably don't need to be the one filling the position. I know no one asked me. <a href="http://www.vulture.com/2012/05/jerry-saltz-why-i-hate-big-money-art-auctions.html">Jerry Saltz</a>, the job is all yours. <br />
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I am no longer your corespondent in the trenches, calling 'em like I see 'em. I will however, be posting things that I care to discuss or share, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">like a safari explorer of art</span>. Why make an art blog at all? Well, I missed it. I missed wasting my time filling the infinite void with my thoughts. I also missed having a way to keep it all in one place, like an ever-expanding sketchbook. A lot of the content will be a way for me to save things I thought were great, note-worthy, or at least beautiful. I made new links on the side that I actually use more for my own bookmark purposes. And if you like anything on here, awesome. If not, don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone what you said last time we had some wine in 49 Geary.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">(PS Obviously I stole these images from the internet.)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-82616033721818330792012-04-14T15:20:00.002-07:002012-04-14T15:31:16.441-07:00Art Shows That Are Already Over<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><h3>Eleanor Harwood, Steven Wolf, and Ratio 3</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hello, it's me, your hopelessly late, half-assed blogger and nit-picker of art culture. Here are some images of shows that aren't up anymore so you won't be able to see them. Most opened a good two months ago. Helpful? I thought so.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What is it about San Francisco art that gives itself away as so 'Bay Area'? I am not sure I can answer that, and I certainly can't tell whether the following shows at three quintessential SF galleries do a good job of avoiding or following our Bay Area trends. Just the same way you can't hear your own accent, or because it doesn't exist without a comparison, I can't possibly see whether I like my friends' work because it's original or because it falls within my Bay Area idea of good. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm not able to tell whether or not I am biased towards my own community. Maybe my taste is charmingly provincial, but I make the effort on this blog to not only show you what I think is note-worthy, but whatever else exists in this city around me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I do know about the taste-making of San Francisco is that there are two main currents running through our gallery culture: The '90s <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mission School </span>left a slime trail of graffiti-inspired, graphic and color-soaked drawings, paintings, and murals, (though I do have to admit I enjoyed the movie, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Beautiful Losers</span>, and I think <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mike Mills</span> in particular is a genius). Also, the 'everything is art' hippy free-for-all known as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Social Practice</span> shows no signs of stopping the incessant condescension towards impoverished communities by giving them free blankets, nor leaving the rest of us alone anytime soon. Occassionally, there are gems from both cults that surface and give me hope for our city's future and our reputation at large. However, it's the other art I post here on this blog that I hope reaches beyond our local cul de sac of "hella cool" and lands somewhere around <i>good</i> art, if only so that I can believe our stock as San Francisco artists is going up in the art world. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">"Snow Dream" Group Show curated by Gaelan McKeown-Hickel, <a href="http://www.eleanorharwood.com/Site/Snow_Dream.html">Eleanor Harwood Gallery</a>, San Francisco </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">February 25- March 25, 2012</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eleanor Harwood's unassuming exterior in the deep Mission District</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I went to see this group show with my buddy Libby on a quiet, sunny afternoon, which is the best way to see an art show.<br />
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The show featured work by ladies interested in magic, or other sort of mystical, dark ideas. Considering the title even quotes Stevie Nicks, this could easily be translated into a terrible or just OK show. My verdict was surprisingly positive after seeing the art hung together. Each work fit tightly within the concept, as well as in harmony with the other pieces. Behind Libby is work by our friend, Kara Joslyn. I was especially impressed with Anne Regan's artwork, which made references to witchy or morbid things but each piece still held its own as a strong formal and conceptual work.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anne Regan, <i>exorcism spell, wax encaustic, safflower, St. John’s Wort, wormwood, horehound, and orris root</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anne Regan, top: <i>beeswax, grass, rocks, and earth from the grave site of Johnny and June Carter Cash in Hendersonville, TN</i>, bottom: C<i>onjure Bells</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">"Jonathan Runcio: Blue Turns to Grey", <a href="http://www.ratio3.org/exhibitions/2012/jonathan-runcio-blue-turns-to-grey">Ratio 3</a> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">San Francisco,<br />
February 24- April 7, 2012</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ratio 3's garden-covered sidewalk down a tiny side street in the Mission</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div>Libby and I also checked out fellow CCA MFA Alum, Jonathan Runcio's, new show at Ratio 3. I have posted his work <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventures-in-art-six-weeks-of-openings_23.html">before</a>, and have been admiring it since starting school at CCA. I've always found his graphic work to have a bend towards beauty, which he never seems to mention when discussing what it's about. (However, for me, that is priority number one). </div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonathan installed a few walls within the show which were intended, I'm sure, to complement and bounce off the geometric work.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Ratio 3 is an odd place to see artwork. While Libby and I felt pretty at ease in Eleanor Harwood, at Ratio 3 the vibe comes off as very unfriendly. It wasn't the quiet receptionist, a guy I know from my undergrad days, but more so from the very fibers of the space. It seems to whisper, "Don't come in here...you don't have any money and you could't possibly understand what we are trying to show here". That's just the feeling I get, anyway. <br />
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</div><div>Compared to the show (linked above) that I saw the year before of Runcio's work at The Popular Workshop, I felt there was a lot of color missing. In the past, one of my favorite things about his work was his way of mixing jewel tones together to create luxurious, feminine combinations within the masculinity of architecture and geometry. Still, it was a nice show. Too bad there's not a little more of that friendly, hippy San Francisco feeling of the Mission within gallerist, Chris Perez's, stuffy space.</div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">"More Paintings", Club Paint (Keith Boadwee, Erin Allen, and Isaac Gray), <a href="http://stevenwolffinearts.com/dynamic/exhibit_artist.asp?ExhibitID=116">Steven Wolf Fine Arts</a>, San Francisco, February 24- April 7, 2012</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
I recently remarked on Facebook that art was starting to appear to be of only two categories, "Too Smart to Look Good", and "Bad on Purpose". Afterwards my friends called me out on my increasingly snarky attitude and ensuing social alienation. While I was directly referencing this show of the art trio, Club Paint, in the latter group, I really don't think they would mind hearing me saying that. Keith Boadwee, the older, dapper CCA professor and his art ingenues, CCA alumni Allen and Gray, seem to be doing just that- painting badly on purpose. Is it really a secret? Given the bad-boy subject matter of sexual positions, stick figures giving birth, and dinosaurs in their recent show of paintings at Steven Wolf, I am pretty sure that the theme of 'bad' fits all around. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If the cake fits... Club Paint bad boys on a special cake for the reception. Allen is the punk, Gray is the Mormon, and Boadwee is old enough to be the dad.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's the ringleader himself, Boadwee, flanked by CCA students Max Esplin and Leora Lutz.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steven Wolf was packed with CCA and SFAI brethren. PS I love Stevn Wolf, himself. He is the funniest, most sarcastic gallerist I have ever met. Also, the space itself is huge and stunning.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Each painting is a collaboration between all three painters.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I found surprising about the show was actually the level of quality within the 'bad' work. Being a painter, I could recognize complex moments in each piece of texture, color combinations, and lovely resting points. I'm sure it's what they are going for within their messy, seemingly naive paintings. They are poking the eye of a kind of art which demands to be taken seriously. The paintings and the painters are not sophisticated, and yet somehow they are. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></div>Well, yet another survey of what's out here in the Bay Area, or was until last month. Take it or leave it for the abstract expressionism of NY or the whatever LA is these days.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-69855237558820364452012-03-09T16:39:00.005-08:002012-03-09T19:14:42.400-08:00Videos on Women Who Make Things--------<br />
<div>I am laid out with a cold today, so I did the natural thing to do- watch a bunch of art documentaries while not moving out of my chair for hours on end. The only other thing I felt I could possibly do was to blog, so here I am.</div><div>My go-to site for art videos is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.pbs.org/art21/">Art:21</a></span> and my absolute favorite is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Mary Heilmann</span>'s video. Even though I am not the hugest fan of her work, (some I like, some not so much), watching her talk about herself and also watching her paint, is really quite entertaining. I could watch people paint for hours. </div><div><br />
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<div style="background: transparent; color: grey; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: center; width: 512px;">Watch <a href="http://video.pbs.org/video/1281753428" style="color: #4eb2fe !important; font-weight: normal !important; height: 13px; text-decoration: none !important;" target="_blank">Fantasy</a> on PBS. See more from <a href="http://www.pbs.org/art21/" style="color: #4eb2fe !important; font-weight: normal !important; height: 13px; text-decoration: none !important;" target="_blank">ART:21.</a></div></div><div><br />
</div><div>Another great full-length documentary is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"What Remains"</span> (available in 3 parts on youtube) about photographer <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Sally Mann</span>. My friend, Libby Black, swears by this film, and makes all her graduate advisees watch it. Watching someone make work, live as an artist with their family, and how they struggle both with concepts and failure as well as success, provides a ton of worthwhile life lessons. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>I also watched a documentary on netflix that I thought was pretty well made, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Our City Dreams"</span>, directed by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Chiara Clemente</span>, daughter of the famous artist Francesco Clemente. Something about an artist, (or at least having artist blood), making a movie puts a more pleasing visual spin on film, like when the over-hyped painter Julian Schnabel made the great movies "Basquiat" and "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly". </div><div>Clemente's film focuses on five female NY artists from varying countries. The women are interesting choices more for their breadth than because of their work, for me; Serbian artist <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Marina Abromovic</span>, who totally shares the same over-saturated cultural domination as Kanye West, is not appealing to me but I understand why she was included. Performance art just totally bores me to death. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Swoon</span>, the street artist-turned-museum-phenom, (just like the rest of those graffiti guys), doesn't have the drawing skills to really impress me, but her crusty lifestyle was an interesting addition. It made me wish for an instant that we could all be that free, but I know it's not glamorous or enjoyable to float down a rickety raft on a river with a bunch of stinky punks when all you want to do is be alone in your apartment with hot water. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Kiki Smith</span>, an artist that almost everyone on the planet attributes as an influence, was lovable in her acceptance of becoming middle-aged and it was comforting to watch her sculpt her clay pieces.</div><div>Egyptian artist, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Ghada Amer</span>, was totally endearing as a foreign weirdo who just wants to fit in with the rest of us art weirdos, and not conform to a sexist, oppressive lifestyle as in her homeland. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Nancy Spero</span>, a total babe in old photos, and now a frail and dominating 80 year old woman, must be applauded for trying to get women artists the credit they deserve, though I wasn't a big fan of her prints.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>What to learn about all these women on screen? I was surprised, thinking about all the videos, at how much I lean towards watching female artists in films. Perhaps it's because they are more emotionally interesting subjects. To be honest, I take it for granted that there are lots of women artists out there, but it's still quite difficult to be an artist period, but especially a woman. In Clemente's film, they all address the choice to have or not have children with shocking honesty. The act of making art is always a very selfish thing to do, and unfortunately it sort of goes against the expectations of a mother. I hear by raise my glass (cup of breathe-right tea) to all the women out there, who are making it as successful artists, and especially artists who are mothers.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-82568872835999260002012-03-06T06:59:00.001-08:002012-03-06T07:02:42.598-08:00In the Studio.........<br />
I have taken a bit of time off from making things since grad school ended in May, mostly just to catch my breath. This break has helped me figure out some things about my practice; what do I really care about, what do I really like to make, and who's going to stop me if I don't quite know what it all means first? I really think these are all important steps in shedding the grad school skin, and emerging as new versions of ourselves: triumphant, self-determined, and excited about the work we make. <br />
With a solo show coming up in September at <a href="http://www.soovac.org/">Soo Visual Art Center in Minneapolis</a>, I finally got the push I needed to take my meandering motivation and harness it to a lightening bolt of energy (sometimes!). With a full time job plus a teaching gig at Berkeley, I am barely hanging on, but pushing full-steam ahead. No time for socializing, I have three jobs to do. <br />
One thing which helps me actually get anything done is that I have set up shop in my house as studio one, and a little drawing space by my office as studio two. In a perfect schedule, I make use of both of these spaces, but I'm not going to lie- a lot of the time I can barely wait to go home and watch Gossip Girl. That being said, I don't see anything wrong with working this way as opposed to paying rent on a studio space. While it would be nice, and I hope to have one someday, I don't think not having the means for a room of one's own makes me any less legitimate as an artist, contrary to that old grad school mode of thinking. <br />
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Here are some studio shots from my phone of what's in the works.<br />
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As an artist I am always looking, and always surprised by what interests my eye. I have walked by the same patterns, and the same plants for multiple seasons and am still drawn to look at certain things. Now that I have an iPhone, I have been documenting these weekly reminders of form and pattern for my work. Even if they never physically make it into a painting, the act of photographing them (albeit through an amateur lens), solidifies the images for me in the archive of my art brain.<br />
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In my neighborhood I go for walks often, on uphill sidewalks and along mostly partially-cared-for gardens. If my neighborhood was slightly wealthier, the gardens would be homogenized plant life presentations landscaped by professionals. However, here the local and store-bought plants mingle with weeds and sunlight-loving lounging cats. If the neighborhood was worse (and I have lived in those as well), there would be no gardens at all, and instead disheveled concrete plots with the occasional determined weed, leaving me longing for beauty so badly that I might go slightly insane from the lack of stimulus. No, I much prefer my working-class streets and their attempts at order and style, which is the perfect complement to each yard's unique arrangement of natural disorder. I never get tired of looking at these gardens because the combinations of color and exotic plants mixed with ordinary blooms create a constant treasure hunt for me as the visual huntress. <br />
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Lucky for me, in addition to these garden-lined streets are artsy stores on Piedmont Ave. and the amazing Chapel of the Chimes mausoleum, designed by architect Julia Morgan. With all of these things, plus the cemetery, (more on that later!), I never run out of things to get inspired by.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pink and burgundy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little cup flowers remind me of being a kid and imagining stuff like where fairies would live </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thorny, repeated shapes and the fire-like ombre of these flower colors</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8azWBTwsH9Cl-k0VlUsL-JCjNCGV2Y0drJ2mI1zAhjf2kmswTFrQUOuk61-oYZv-mJzLtHusyvUXTUkdy0Ngv1VgiM-eZVPnV0JtiFluylxwyaHPL3wilvzFnHDSOX6wXaMrlVjdw6A/s1600/i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8azWBTwsH9Cl-k0VlUsL-JCjNCGV2Y0drJ2mI1zAhjf2kmswTFrQUOuk61-oYZv-mJzLtHusyvUXTUkdy0Ngv1VgiM-eZVPnV0JtiFluylxwyaHPL3wilvzFnHDSOX6wXaMrlVjdw6A/s320/i.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great pattern ideas for my headdresses</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love the black, the symmetry, and the sculpture element</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside the Chapel of the Chimes- so many amazing tile patterns</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flowers, patterns, and a glistening pool</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Passion flower vines are a beautiful shape, and these fuchsia flowers are unusual </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Weirdly enough, this image jumped out at me even though it's kind of banal. I used the same idea of green geranium leaves and just a small amount of red flowers in my latest painting.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So many colors and textures, including the weird gray blue of a succulent</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This candelabra would make a good headdress</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkhyphenhyphen5VIBuUV6czUGZHvfqwetAbOM5-xr40_E_JC0iNUsg2SwtMK5D0oNyOo507dOa6vwjfY3TGvYRHZ-IYV-eMV3HaD4BbQu6ZZBzlD24iXquuNDrngqrr5ox14N5RGvRgYmRv30tIW9U/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkhyphenhyphen5VIBuUV6czUGZHvfqwetAbOM5-xr40_E_JC0iNUsg2SwtMK5D0oNyOo507dOa6vwjfY3TGvYRHZ-IYV-eMV3HaD4BbQu6ZZBzlD24iXquuNDrngqrr5ox14N5RGvRgYmRv30tIW9U/s320/a.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some ranunculus flowers at Whole Foods</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love the little white daisies and red tulips at the cemetery, like a valentine</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old patterned cement at the cemetery</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like the combination of the black gate and trailing pink pointy jasmine buds</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't go into Starbucks very often, but every time I do, in every bathroom is this same light fixture and it always reminds me of an awesome pope hat headdress</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ideas for things standing on other things</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Chapel of the Chimes patterns</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like the barren sticks and these triumphantly bright carmine colored blossoms</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Archways and geometry</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-7849401033370111072012-02-12T10:50:00.000-08:002012-02-12T10:51:56.436-08:00Words from Rebecca MorrisJust this week, the Painting Department at CCA, (of which I am an indentured servant until those student loans are paid off or I die first), started our Spring Painting Lecture Series with the Los Angeles abstract painter, <a href="http://www.rebeccamorris.net/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Rebecca Morris</span></a>. Since I was the one picking her up from the airport, I got to talk with her and have a small glimpse before the lecture of how cool, laid-back, and at ease she was with her career, her work, and herself. It's refreshing and motivating to meet women like that, who know who they are and what they want, with out being dicks about it. I also read a great interview with her in the new art blog, <a href="http://inthemake.net/2700860/Rebecca-Morris">In the Make</a>, where you can read a little for yourself about how she answers questions about her work in a similar fashion to her lecture. <br />
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During the lecture she mentioned a manifesto she had created for herself during a year long residency in Berlin. She said during this time, painting was considered a dead zone, not to mention abstraction. While originally for her own notes, the manifesto ended up being a call to arms for all abstractionists, and her Berlin gallery, Galerie Barbara Weiss, ran the manifesto in an ad in Art Forum. It became infamous and people ripped it out of their magazine copies, and it eventually became a poster. While the manifesto is titled, "For Abstractionists and Fans of the Non-Objective", it still had morsels of art wisdom for any maker, even for the most representational among us, like me. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">MANIFESTO</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">For Abstractionists and friends of the non-objective</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">BE A FORCE</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Don't shoot blanks</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Black and Brown: that shit is the future</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Triangles are your friend</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Don't pretend you don't work hard</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">When in doubt, spray paint it gold</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Perverse formalism is your god</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">You are greased lightening</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Bring your camera everywhere</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Never stop looking at macrame`, ceramics, supergraphics and suprematism</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Make work that is so secret, so fantastic, so dramatically old school/new school that it looks like it was found in a shed, locked up since the 1940's</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Wake up early, fear death</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Whip out the masterpieces</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Be out for blood</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">You are the master of your own universe</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Abstraction never left, motherfuckers</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">If you can't stop, don't stop</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Strive for deeper structure</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Fight monomania</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Campaign against the literal</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; line-height: 20px;">ABSTRACTION FOREVER!</span></span><br />
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I found both the manifesto and her way of talking about making things in her studio inspiring, but it also made me question what the hell I am doing in my own art practice. Unlike Morris, I don't feel like being in my studio any time, all the time. In my work I have to have a plan, and then I execute it. It sort of becomes work, and not in the way artists refer to their 'work' but real work. I'm starting to wonder if maybe I am not doing it right. I know there are lots of different kinds of artists, and different kinds of practices, but all the painters I talk to who love being in their studio any spare minute of the day seem to be getting something different out of the process. And I am jealous.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Morris will be showing my favorites of her paintings, the water media drawings, at <a href="http://www.harrislieberman.com/?page_id=140">Harris Lieberman Gallery</a> in NYC on March 23-April 21, 2012.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">These canvas pieces are part of her larger body of work. The more she talked about how she made them, the more I liked them. I liked the fact that they are oil paintings but very thin, like watercolor, and if she makes a mistake there is no painting over, only wiping away and starting over. Also, I love the spray paint and the way nothing is exact, and all made with the honesty of her own hand. But I still like the watercolors better, because there is something beautiful about them and these paintings are not about beauty. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">All images from Harris Lieberman's website. I found the manifesto on a blog, so it could be wrong.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-28065098670369196242012-02-11T16:41:00.000-08:002012-02-11T16:54:29.186-08:00More January Openings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As an ever intrepid art explorer, I felt it was my duty as artist, CCA alum, and blogger to see the following San Francisco Art Openings. Most of my evening out was a CCA-a-thon, where faculty, alumni, and current students all had work displayed for us to pretend to see but where we mostly chatted it up with the rest of our CCA community. In addition to the shows at Patricia Sweetow, Haines, and Altman Siegel, I had the opportunity to see an SFAI affiliate (gasp!) and total art hero, Josephine Taylor, at Catherine Clark with my friend Libby and my little buddy Jasper.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">David Huffman "Floating World", <a href="http://www.patriciasweetowgallery.com/">Patricia Sweetow Gallery</a> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(January 5 through February 11)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My former professor, David Huffman, recently made a pretty significant shift with these mostly abstract paintings of color and glitter with appearances by one of his familiar representational narrative elements, the basketball. Huffman has included the deep space of water media and cloud-like formations in his previous, more politically explicit work for some time, and it looks like the space has taken over the narrative in a sort of tongue-in-cheek approach to abstraction. While the basketballs reference African American stereotypes, I missed more of the action and story-telling of his former work. With the repetition of this series, I didn't learn or think about anything past the first painting onto the next. They are pretty, though.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweetow's space is a sort of in-between level in 77 Geary, with cement floors and lots of pillars.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The paintings appeared in different color schemes, like pastel and below, blacks and browns.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You know I like glitter and washes.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Kota Ezawa, "The Curse of Dimensionality" and Taha Belal, "The Atmosphere from Before the Step Down Returns to the Square" <a href="http://www.hainesgallery.com/mainpages/Exhib_Current/Exhib_Current.html">Haines Gallery</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(January 5 through February 18)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought this show from CCA Faculty Kota Ezawa was pretty great, but it was also so crowded that I didn't get a good look at the massive amounts of work shown inside the gallery. Kota's signature flattened cartoonish imagery was shown as animation, light screens, paintings, view boxes, and sculpture. It almost seemed like a retrospective with the inclusion of his work from as far back as the SECA show OJ Simpson series in 2005, but I found it really inspiring that he has been able to use so many different mediums to communicate a similar theme. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Taha Belal is a CCA MFA Alum from 2008 and a native of Egypt. I remember his work from a few years ago of meticulously cut out newspapers, and it looks like he still uses the same techniques, but has also applied stylized patterns that the cut outs create, reminiscent of Arabian designs. Right? I don't really know what I am talking about. The title of his show in the back room suggests a pretty clear message about Egypt and its political turmoil. Belal has been staying in his country of origin, but that's really all I know. I didn't do my homework very well and couldn't look closely at the images.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This turd with the top-not behind the counter ignored me all three times I went to get a water. Get a grip, gallery intern, and get a new hairstyle too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some paintings by Ezawa, my favorite of all the mediums.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some light boxes on the wall and the floor.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Belal's cut outs.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Group Show with Jessica Dickinson, Liam Everett, Alex Olson, Josh Smith, and Garth Weiser</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://altmansiegel.com/main.php?menu=5paintersshow&page=pics">Altman Siegel</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(January 5 through February 25)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am getting to the point where I don't care who reads what I say. The people at Altman Siegel seem really stuck up. There, I said it. I hate going in there- they never look up and say hello, they serve beer at their openings, and then there was the incident last summer where the asinine artist Chris Johanson asked my friends and I to leave his show because we were talking amongst ourselves during his bad-on-purpose band performance to go with his bad-on-purpose art. All that being said, I do really like CCA grad student, Liam Everett's, artwork so I went to the stuck up palace anyway.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The same crowd moving with me from gallery to gallery.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I kind of liked this piece by Alex Olson.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goopy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Something weird was taking place over and over again in front of this beautiful piece by Liam made with acrylic, salt, and alcohol. It made a great backdrop for people to take pictures of themselves, so people kept posing in front of it, instead of taking pictures of the piece itself. I have never seen this phenomenon with an emerging artist's painting, and I thought it was really disrespectful.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, of course, my buddies David and Chrissie, and I had to mock what everyone else was doing.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Josephine Taylor, <a href="http://www.cclarkgallery.com/dynamic/exhibit.asp">Catherine Clark Gallery</a></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(January 7 through February 11)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I mentioned, I am a big fan of Josephine Taylor's work, and have been following her beautiful large-scale ink drawings since I saw her at both the 2005 SECA show at the SF MoMA and the Bay Area Now show at the YBCA the same year. Not many people, at least whom I have come across, make large, airy, realistic, psychological work on big expanses of white paper. What can I say, she had me at "white paper". In juxtaposition with her detailed and soft technique is the heavy imagery of very disturbing things. It's amazing to have met her and know she's a very well-adjusted and lovely person, who must get a lot of things out through her art. One more thing to like about art- it makes for great therapy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her pieces were mostly very large images with figures battling each other.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really liked her choices of filling in some colors and not all. It gave those areas more importance, and gave visual punctuations to the grotesque stories- like the balls and toenail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fight scene really made scary by the body language of the feet.</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-20480301907125917272012-02-05T21:18:00.000-08:002012-02-11T15:35:07.571-08:00Art from Forever Ago<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;">Anything goes...</span><br />
I went to some San Francisco art shows before Christmas and never posted them. Hopefully you might be curious about some great local art anyways, especially if you're like me and want to go see a bunch of shows and but never make it to most of them. At least we can always live vicariously through the internet. Looking back, this round of art offerings seemed especially diverse, pointing to the general truth about art in today's scene: anything goes, and it's all good...or kind of good...most of the time. I personally find it so refreshing that I could be making so many different kinds of paintings, and no one would bat an eye. We have come to accept anything from glitter art to gestural abstraction on a fairly level playing field, and I love it.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Joel Dean and Jason Benson, "La Folie", and Bryson Gill, "The Optimist Gene", <a href="http://basebasebase.com/index.php/bryson-gill-solo-show">Triple Base Gallery</a> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dec. 2- Jan. 1</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well, like I said, anything is art these days. These pieces nailed onto other pieces and sculptural paintings as paintings/as sculpture(?) by the collaborative team of Joel and Jason in the Triple Base back room seemed almost too smart to care about what they were made of.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like that they are different, yet I feel I've seen them before. And like I said above, it's as if there wasn't any love put into them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks as painting.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not really into the marks made.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bryson Gill's solo show in the front room, full of rich oil paintings and sunlight, seemed the remedy to the anti-paintings in in the back. It was obvious that Bryson painstakingly crafted each painting lovingly, as he considered the composition and color of these paintings that were part still life and part abstraction.</span></td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Paul Mullins, "For Here or To Go", <a href="http://www.marxzav.com/artist.php?id=17">Marx and Zavattero</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oct. 29- Dec. 17</span></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Paul Mullins' large scale paintings of collaged dude imagery were nice to see in person- some art just doesn't photograph the same. His combination of light pastel colors and KISS and dogs and tattoos was well-executed but not completely my cup of tea. They left me wanting something more, though I'm not sure I can put my finger on it. I just wondered through the exhibition, why these particular images? What is he trying to say?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A close-up of the tiny painted un-collage parts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, I don't know what it is, but I kind of like this Waterston sculpture. Maybe because it's black and matte. I would probably like anything with black and matte.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I kind of like these Waterston paintings but he had a tough crowd because....Leslie Shows' show in the next room was so AMAZING!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Leslie Shows has been culling her experimental techniques in water media and collage for years and made an unexpected but impressive shift to paint on aluminum. It surely left the audience wondering, how the hell did she do that? (Notice the yellow sculptures on the floor- those are molds of objects created with sulfur. I didn't think they went well with the rest of the show).</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What was most impressive to me besides their obvious beauty and my obvious obsession with beauty, was their seeming photorealism in their depictions of glaciers and rocks. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A close-up of many many combined mediums to create exquisite and mysterious techniques.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was a fan before, and I'm still a fan.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Guerrero Gallery hosted a group show full of a random assortment of known and unknown talent, but most notably featured a new sculpture by Libby Black. Her piece, a paper sculpture of a Goyard violin on top of a milk crate with coins inside, brought a sharper political edge to her normally playful pieces.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A quilt by Ben Venom, made out of metal band T shirts. Venom was recently featured in the last Bay Area Now show at the YBCA. I have yet to decide whether I am sold on these quilts as much more than a cute craft. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A piece by Richard Colman, which I didn't realize until now is grip tape on something called 'bonite'. I kind of like it more for this, but it makes it something much more high/low than a boy making a glitter painting. I don't know what that means, really, but it's interesting.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paul Wackers makes nice paintings.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dude art of alien sex. Typical. (By David Jien)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A gold flag by Andrew Schoultz, who recently had a very good December in Miami at the fairs with similar gold prints. Even Diddy, or whatever he's called now, wanted one.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Nice job, San Francisco.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-63926792068457368852012-02-02T13:29:00.000-08:002012-02-02T13:41:23.329-08:00Artists I Love: Ingres<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, I love you.</span> </i> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The french painter, Ingres, is mostly known for this AMAZING image of Napoleon on his imperial throne, as well as the odalisques like the one below. While perhaps not an unsung hero, but I wonder if he gets the due he deserves in the history of art. Perhaps he does, but until recently, I don't think I paid enough attention to his exquisite paintings with their subtle plastification of the figure and their intense homage and servitude to beauty with a capital B. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*Don't forget you can click on the images to enlarge them.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Around the time of the French Revolution, he studied under another absolute favorite, Jacques-Louis David, who I found out through wikipedia said Ingres had a tendency to exaggerate in his work. That in itself is probably what makes me love him so much. As a sort of new Mannerist, exaggerating proportions slightly is what makes the real uncanny, and draws us in and slightly confuses us at the same time. I will let you read the rest about him <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Auguste_Dominique_Ingres">here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">His tendency to apply rich and ornate patterns, fabrics, and jewels only heightens the sense of sumptuousness to each portrait and take it a little over-the-top, and in Napoleon's portrait, a lot over-the-top. Of course, in the tradition of portraiture, the wealthy were the ones commissioning portraits of themselves to create an opulent and fantastical, beautified avatar of themselves, if you will. However, I read in a book about him that he reminded the women in his portraits to bring all of their jewels, as if he knew that would bring them beyond a basic portrait.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What I really found illuminating and inspiring in my recent study of Ingres simply for research for my own work was a book in the CCA library, <u>Portraits of Ingres: image of an epoch</u>, which included all these lovely paintings we have seen before, but also his understated portrait drawings. It's the small things in these drawings that inspire me so much- his use of light rendering and strong lines, as well as small details that call attention to the frame of the image, and his placement of the horizon line that play with the idea of a standard portrait. I took some photos from the book just for my own reference.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the way he has drawn an image of an image, with a decorative symbol on the outside of the frame.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The simplicity of line in her arms and dress combined with her rendered hair and eyes is really refreshingly light.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love her sassy attitude and all the crap she is holding.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another simple line drawing of the outline of the body. I also love the column-like placement of standing figures straight down the middle of the frame.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The way the horizon line is placed so low brings the figure into a setting but removes him from its proximity. It also makes the figure seem larger and grander than if he were placed in the middle of a scene.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love portraits, I love Beauty with a capital B, and I love line. There, you got me. I'm an old-fashioned romantic in a high-tech, soul-stripping art world of fast and easy projects. Here's to the real dudes: Ingres, David, and Bronzino.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">PS I found all the images of his paintings from google and have no rights to them.</span></div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-68767166087111699262012-02-02T12:29:00.000-08:002012-02-02T12:31:37.076-08:00See You in Charleston?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
Quite randomly, a while ago I stumbled upon a little busy beehive of wedding activity with my lovely friends, Seth and Julie of the world-class art blog, <a href="http://www.dailyserving.com/">Daily Serving</a>. I found them inside the CCA letterpress studio on a Saturday, harnessing the print shop skills of our buddy, Rachel, like you would harness the electricity from solar panels to light up your house. Your house of love.<br />
A mutual friend and fellow CCA Alum, Rachel is our go-to lady for all printing needs, with a pretty amazing emerging art career you can check out for yourself:<a href="http://rachelefoster.com/"> http://rachelefoster.com</a>. You might also remember when I used her know-how for my own art project in the screen printing room that I put on the <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2011/03/screen-printing.html">blog</a>. <br />
Seth and Julie, two terribly adorable Southern kids from South Carolina, are getting married this summer in Charleston, and I found them making their save-the-date announcements the really old fashioned way: one at a time, on the letterpress, with a little Rachel Foster flash. I had never seen the letterpress technique in action, nor been in the letterpress studio, so I took the opportunity to check things out while all three of them cut, inked, and sorted things. As Nirvana's <i>Bleach</i> played in the background, I took some pictures and sipped my coffee and made absolutely no attempt to help. What a jerk.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some inked cards, still waiting for a special Rachel imprint.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Julie, hard at work feeding cards into the roller- Is that what it's called?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">True love means slaving away together.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I loved all the little letter stamps all over the studio. And this creative print in red ink.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachel as Vanna White.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got one in the mail a few weeks ago, and here it is on the fridge. It says, "true love, like ghosts, often spoken of, rarely seen". See you in Charleston?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><i>Congratulations Seth and Julie!</i></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-49978656313618570602011-12-27T12:39:00.000-08:002011-12-27T12:50:02.803-08:00Studio Visit: Libby Black<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;">Studio Visit with Libby Black</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;">Berkeley, CA</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.libbyblack.com/index.html">Libby Black</a>, an artist from Toledo, Ohio and a CCA MFA 2001 graduate, is a good friend of mine and a great artist, and plus, you might have even heard of her! Her resume boasts some pretty impressive exhibitions, including solo shows at<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Marx and Zavattero</span> in SF, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Charlie James</span> in LA, the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">San Francisco Arts Commission</span>, and the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">San Jose Institute of Contemporary Art</span>. She was also included in the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bay Area Now 4</span> at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts in SF, the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">2004 California Biennial</span> in Orange County, and exhibitions at the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">McNay Art Museum</span> in San Antonio,TX, the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oakland Museum of California</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Santa Barbara Contemporary Arts Forum</span>, and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Peres Projects</span> in LA, to name a few! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Libby and I met while she was working as the Studio Manager at CCA and I was a student. Now she is a professor there and I have her old job! (Congrats to both of us!) We are friends because we like to draw, scour fashion magazines, talk about nothing, and drink wine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We have also shown together twice in 2011, at Marx and Zavattero in SF and at Underline Gallery in NY, partly because the themes in our work are similar (fashion and fantasy), and partly because we are both women making drawings and paintings which are decidedly more feminine than the traditional man art of that bygone but still popular age of Modern Art. You would think this work would be fairly normal in contemporary art, but as the trend pendulum swings constantly, "female" art like drawing comes in and out of fashion, and leaves those of us doing it as the last of the old guard or the pioneers of a new age, depending on how you look at it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In addition to drawing and painting, Libby makes paper sculptures, which she is most well known for. I posted my visit to her San Jose ICA show <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2010/07/libby-black-work-out-at-san-jose-ica.html">here</a>, where she made an entire weight room out of luxury work out gear. Her sculptures make a strong statement, easily recognized; a painted, handcrafted version of a coveted item questions the fetishized associations with these high end items, like a stack of Louis Vuitton luggage or even a Chanel canoe. Seeing a paper version brings a bit of humor to the concepts of classism and greed, but also leaves ambiguity for the artist. Is she for or against these things? Maybe it's both. In fact, I know it's both, because we talk about it all the time! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Recently Libby has become much more invested in her paintings, so we spent most of the studio visit checking out her new work on canvas and paper. The images she chooses to paint are more complicated for the viewer, which makes them all the more interesting for her to make and to discuss. It makes one wonder, too, how much the economy plays a part in how we perceive tropes of wealth, and perhaps like the fashion of art, the pendulum swings away from sore subjects like money for now. Libby will be showing at Charlie James and Marx and Zavattero in the coming year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Libby shares studio space in a brightly-lit building with a number of other Berkeley artists.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A real bike and a paper bike, and above a painting of Warhol's paintbrush.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Working on a new drawing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her Marc Jacobs animals, a little painting, and an encouraging postcard from her friend, Anne.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some paper sculptures in the works, and some from the "Work Out" show.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some new Manet-inspired flower paintings, and a Westwood penis shoe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Work in progress- an awkward lesbian kiss from the movie "Desert Hearts".</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sculture Libby made as a kid and here she is in clown face paint!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this skeleton drawing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just some flowers, a flamingo, and a lady crotch.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Success! Checking out her finished piece.</td></tr>
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-size: xx-small;">(image of vanity case from her website)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-24006989816548905262011-12-26T14:40:00.000-08:002011-12-27T11:12:58.256-08:00CCA Wattis: Fall 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, blog, time and time again I fail you like an infidelitous (yes, it's a word- I had to look it up) mistress. My cheap promises of regular posts betray us both, as well as any reader who has come along for the ride. With that admission out in the open, let's pretend I do write on a weekly basis at the very least. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Wattis Institute for the Arts </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Painting Between the Lines"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With my Christmas lazy pants on I will make up for some lost time, starting with the show at the <a href="http://www.wattis.org/">CCA Wattis Institute</a> for the Arts, "Painting Between the Lines". Unfortunately, since I have taken so very long to post anything, the show is over and a new one will crop up in time for the Spring semester. For reference, here is <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2011/02/cca-wattis-shows-undisclosed.html">another post</a> about the Wattis from last year, but to save you time let me explain that the Wattis is a world-renowned two-level gallery on the CCA San Francisco campus, curated by art world darling (and snappy dresser/German-accented) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Jens Hoffman</span>, who recently curated the Istanbul Biennial and formerly the London Institute for Contemporary Art. What I have heard about the Wattis is that it is an ideal situation for a curator, which would explain why fancy-pants Jens would take the job; by being both an independently funded, private institute as well as a non-profit, a curator can use a decent amount of funds at their disposal to curate any number of untraditional exhibitions without worrying about box-office income. Throw in some big names, and the school will get behind it, by giving the participating artists exclusive commissions, as well as residencies and guest teaching spots. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The premise of "Painting Between the Lines", was a fairly good one, and easy to understand in ways that other consecutive shows like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Tino Sehgal</span>'s retrospective are more complicated, and a little annoying. (Tino's current piece runs con-currently with the exhibition, made up of a recurring performance by the Wattis guards who turn off the lights and sing for two minute intervals while people wait for the lights to come back on to view the painting show. If I sound like I am not really a fan despite his major museum star power, I am not). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What Painting Between the Lines takes on are several commissioned paintings by some of the art world's loveliest contemporary painters interpreting paintings described in written form through literature, both old and new. The results were varied and I tried to make notes of which book went with which piece, but often the painting stood on its own. Jens, not a fan of painting, threw me and the rest of us beauty-inspired people a bone with this simple idea, executed well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;">Fred Tomaselli </span>collage with resin, of<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Samuel Beckett's <i>Watt</i></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Detail of eye collage by Tomaselli</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;">Raqib Shaw</span>'s beautiful enamel painting</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Detail of Shaw's enamel and rhinestone-encrusted decoration</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the original books and interpreted quotes were displayed. I'm pretty sure Shaw worked with a paragraph from this book by<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Dostoevsky, <i>The Brothers Karamazov</i></span>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">A nice one by</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"> Norbert Schwontkowski,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"> (I have never heard of him) , and</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, 'DejaVu Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"> </span></span>I'm pretty sure the passage was from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wilde's <i>The Picture of Dorian Gray</i></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A weird one by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;">Laura Owens</span>, of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The Bell Jar</i> by Sylvia Plath</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Captain of root beer paintings (I don't know if he does them anymore), <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;">Marcel Dzama</span>, of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Murakami's <i>Kafka on the Shore</i></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Detail of Dzama's piece with little holes punched throughout- maybe on those old time piano-players paper?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quite a graphic one from Mission School darling, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;">Clare Rojas</span>, of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Marcel Proust's <i>Swann's Way</i></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;">Jordan Kantor</span>. What a difficult guy. (He is a very brilliant professor at CCA). It just says, "Solitare" in the middle; depicting <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Camus's <i>Exile in the Kingdom</i></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;">Laylah Ali</span>'s much softer tone with her version of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thomas Mann's <i>The Magic Mountain</i></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here is the passage printed on the wall for Ali's interpretation. (Click for larger image)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One thing I really loved about the exhibition was the way the artists honored another form of artistry, writing, and how the two people featured with each presentation seemed to call attention to each other. And it made me want to read all of those books, because if it is referenced so lovingly, it must be a great read.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Downstairs was another show I didn't document as much, titled </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"More American Photographs"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, which used the famous photographs from the Depression Era's Farm Security Administration commissions featuring pieces by photographers such as </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Walker Evans</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Dorothea Lange</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span>to start a dialog between those pieces and commissions by ten contemporary photographers who traveled the US to bring back images of our current economic crisis. <br />
The only pieces which really impacted me were </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Katy Grannan</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s beautiful large scale color photos of transients in Fresno and Bakersfield. I LOVVVE her, and one night during the length of the exhibition, was able to hear her speak about her work.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;">Katy Grannan</span>'s watercolor-like photos draped in gorgeous color and light.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The show was hung mostly from these weird, half walls which really changed the way the show looked and gave it a strange amateurish feel, despite the high caliber of work shown. Another easy idea, (borrowing from art history to create a new show), but not as easily or beautifully arranged and executed as the "Painting Between the Lines" exhibition.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One nice thing about working at the school is being able to take my time in these exhibitions right on campus, and to see blue chip artists communicating with ideas created right here with their commissions. While institutions have numerous problems that the art world love to try to complicate, there is something to be said for simply bringing in the work and making it happen for us to see.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-23593283873908081452011-12-04T20:59:00.000-08:002011-12-04T21:00:37.070-08:00CCA in the HallwayOne of the things I do at work at an art school is hang a weekly show of student artwork from different painting classes in the nave of the building. It's just a hallway, but it gets a lot of traffic so it can be exciting to open up what's going on in the Painting Department to the rest of the school. What has been surprising to a lot of people is the quality of the student work. I happened to take some pictures of the mostly graduate work from an interdisciplinary summer studio class in New York led by Jovi Schnell and I thought they were great pieces to post. The hallway doesn't do them the justice a gallery wall would, but you get the idea.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paitning by Rebekah Goldstein</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some awesome figures by Bruna Massadas<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An embroidered and beaded sculpture by Max Esplin and a small painting by Jake Ziemann</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little black paper box/paintings by undergrad Meg Kenny and a smart abstract "painting" by Melissa Dickenson which is made up of wrapped clear plastic over stretcher bars to create the illusion of an a painted surface.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-67345466472576533132011-12-03T20:53:00.000-08:002011-12-03T21:02:51.689-08:00Courtney Johnson at Park Life and Zughaus by Sarah Hotchkiss<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Park Life, San Francisco</span></div>The other day I visited my good friend, Courtney Johnson, as she gave me a tour of her first solo show, "See You Next Tuesday", (slang for C.U.N.T. if you didn't know- it took me a while!), at <a href="http://www.parklifestore.com/gallery/">Park Life</a> in the Richmond neighborhood of San Francisco. You might remember from my <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2010/10/studio-visit-courtney-johnson.html">studio visit</a> with Courtney in 2010, her acrylic paintings of wild and feral women. She has taken the work <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2011/06/cca-mfa-class-of-2011-exhibtion-part-ii.html">she was doing in school</a> during our thesis exhibition and taken the crazy to another level. We also used the photo session as an excuse to get some coffee and chat together after a summer apart since graduating from CCA's MFA program. I was so happy for her and so excited to see the new work!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The neighborhood is quiet and homey. The handle-shaped thing sticking out of the building is a piece by Andrew Schoultz.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's Courtney outside of Park Life, which doubles as an store full of art books and paraphernalia, including the infamous Jeff Koons balloon sculpture knock-off <a href="http://www.parklifestore.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=PLS&Product_Code=BALLOONDOGPERRIWINKLE&Category_Code=HO">bookends</a>, (which made the news when Koons sued Park Life for selling them, even though they are made by a company in Canada).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The store full of goodies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the back room is a wide open gallery space where Courtney's show was hung. Unfortunately, I brought a super-fancy camera from school and I didn't notice that the only picture I took of her was with her eyes closed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love the reflection mirroring!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Zughaus, Berkeley</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Later that evening Courtney and I met up again in Berkeley to see the opening of a show curated by our friend, Sarah Hotchkiss, and featuring work by our buddy Maysha Mohamedi at <a href="http://zughausgallery.blogspot.com/">Zughaus Gallery</a>. What they didn't tell us was that Zughaus, a gallery-in-the-house dealie, was located on a tiny strip of street located directly next to the train tracks. It was lovely inside once we found our way, and one more adventure to add to the art quest list.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Courtney and I walking in the dark on a gravel path next to the train tracks trying to find our way to the destination with our phones.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We found it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside, it was a lovely, architect-designed gallery within a home, where they dedicate the space next to the kitchen to an art space.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Masha Mohamedi painting. You might remember her from the CCA <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2011/06/cca-mfa-class-of-2011-exhibtion-part-i.html">thesis exhibition</a>, too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Masha and Sarah in the cute little kitchen.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unfortunately, I didn't take enough photos of either show. Courtney's show ends tomorrow, Dec. 4, and I'm not quite sure when the show Sarah curated ends (it's not on their website). <br />
<div>What may or may not come across in the photos I did post is the warm fuzzy feeling of continuing to see my MFA friends and their work now that we have been out in the world outside of school for about six months. It's ever the more sweet to continue an art dialog as we were so used to having on a daily basis last year. Here's to the community we created, even if it takes a little more work getting out the calendar instead of walking down the hall through the studios.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-53111085711845949172011-11-26T13:13:00.000-08:002011-11-26T13:25:33.396-08:00Headlands Fall Open Studios 2011Here I am with another belated post. I took pictures of my trip up to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Headlands Center for the Arts</span></span> in Sausalito during their <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Fall Open Studios</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"> </span>day a couple months ago. Given that the studios are only open to the public two or three times a year, maybe my post is still worth perusing. Headlands is one of the only big ticket attractions the Bay Area has to boast about to international artists. As a residency center, some of their studios are devoted to local artists and some by invitation and competition to artists from around the world. <br />
As a semi-local (I spent a lot of my childhood in and around the Bay Area), as well as having studied art in San Francisco for the past eight years or so, I have come to think of Headlands, if not as part of my backyard, but maybe as a dream for the future. Oh, if I had a residency at Headlands, I surely would spend hours walking around the beach and eucalyptus lined trails nearby, getting inspired to make art in a supportive community of like-minded artists. I have posted about Headlands Open Studios in the past <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2010/07/headlands-summer-open-house.html">here</a> so you could compare notes if you wanted to.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Headlands is made up of a few buildings along the waterfront of the bay within walking distance of each other. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty nice views, eh?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think this is Andy Vogt's studio. Look at the size of it, with all that light and hardwood floors!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I like this stuff better than the art- the actual stuff in the works which gives a better sense of the artist at work.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another Andy Vogt- this piece really reminds me of<a href="http://www.runcio.com/mainindex.html"> Jonathan Runcio's</a> work. In art there is always the question, who did it first? Maybe it doesn't matter.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe Ho-Tzu Ni from Taiwan? I am constructing this from a small amount of notes. Anyway, I like drawings.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I went to Headlands with my good friend, Libby. I don't know who made this, but it is a pretty good sign, don't you think?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We caught up with Neil LeDoux, (far right), who graduated with me from CCA this spring. Neil was the big winner of the annual grad prize, the Tournesol Award, which includes a free studio, free meals, and a large cash prize. Neil makes drawings of cats and weird vaginal paintings, but in his studio he seemed to be moving in a new Eastern culture direction.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A paper boat and a female part-ish mandala. I'm not really a fan of the paintings.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We also said Hi to Bean Gilsdorf, the winner of the CCA fellowship at Headlands. Bean was making a large wagon with a video element in the back inside her small studio.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I liked this guy, Evan Despelder, the SFAI fellow next door to Bean. Here he has taken a well-known Gerhard Richter painting, stretched it out through the computer, and re-painted it. It's a simple concept, but he was the only one I saw making beautiful <i>paintings</i>, which is what I want to see when I go out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I think this is Angie Wilson, from SF State, who was making textile pieces out of men's shirts.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm pretty sure this is Marya Krogstad. Playing with shiny things is always seductive, but I don't know, it was a weird cross between too hippy (the sand underneath is like meditation sand) and too simple.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We chatted with SF local, Tucker Nichols, for a while, who has kept a studio here for some time (you can rent some of them out instead of being awarded a residency). I like his simple gouache drawings. I know I just used that word above, but it just goes to show how hard it is to pin down what is good art and what isn't.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tucker's storage system is almost more visually interesting than his art.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eww! I hate it! Get it away! Get it away! It was so awful I had to include it. Weird puddle-pustule boobs hovering over a bad, painted shaped cloth. I don't know who did it, but it's probably better that way.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I have been including lately, I kind of like the natural beauty of the area better than any of the art inside. Love these purple thistles.</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The conclusion of attending these Open Studios at the Headlands is always pretty anti-climactic. One assumes that since most of the studios awarded are based on a rigorous selection process, that it would say something new about the contemporary world of art. Like, this is what's happening and isn't it amazing? Congrats to the people I graduated with who received studios. I'm sure it's an amazing experience, and Bean and Neil deserve their awards. But it's always difficult to be an artist who goes to these events in the subjective climate of a juried application process. Really, the boob girl?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-69895903154037246702011-11-20T14:11:00.000-08:002011-11-20T14:22:50.479-08:00California the Beautiful<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
I am a third generation California native, which means that this incredibly luscious and diverse state has always been somewhat taken for granted by me, and the family I was raised with. <i>Camping, who wants to go camping? Yuck. Let's watch a movie instead</i>. But, as I have been paying more and more attention to the beauty of color arrangements, shapes, and form in nature to inform my own paintings, I have come to love my amazing state more and more. I can change scenery drastically from hour to hour in the car, giving me amazing variety. Also, now that I live in a city, there is only so much nature I can appreciate in people's yards, and it takes a field trip to really open my eyes to all the sublime stuff that surrounded me for my entire childhood in the foothills. Not that I'm going to go all Back-to-the-Land on you, as I was forced to do from ages 9-14 by living off the grid, but when I go on vacation, I tend to take more reference material from the backyards I am in. Here are some pics which might not be the greatest photographs in and of themselves, but I can use them for the color, form, and the perfect imperfections of nature for my artwork.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">South Lake Tahoe</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My family has a condo on the lake in Tahoe, which I spent many a family vacation visiting. It wasn't until my dad took over the schedule from my grandparents that I was able to rent it out with my friends and really have fun exploring instead of playing cards with my cousins or something equally banal.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first time I have ever been in a canoe!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We did a lot of lounging, too, (Julie, Mark, and Michelle).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the color of this moss</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hamming it up on my rock pedestal</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Nevada City</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On another mini-adventure, I went to visit my mom up in Nevada City, CA, where I spent my late teens and early 20's. Here especially, I lived for years without ever exploring the lake up the road, and rarely visiting the magnificent Yuba River because I hated hiking up and down to the water and back. I always thought all rivers looked like that, with giant boulders that look like the remnants of an alien planet. I also thought that all air was that sweet, and the noise of crickets at night and the sights of millions of stars in the sky were, well, everywhere in the world. Boy was I wrong. Living in Oakland can make a girl crazy for winding trails, lost highways, and looking up into the night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My mom's all-wood craftsman house. I stayed in the room with the circular window and made my zines and dreamed of a city life.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took one of the dogs on a trail. It was the same trail we used to go down from the park to drink beer when we were all underage. It sure looks different in the daytime!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More cool moss on big granite rocks</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the texture of this fuzzy caterpillar with the shiny river rocks</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sundown at the lake by my mom's house</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A man-made lake. It looks like it's from another world.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A trail above the Yuba River, shot by my mom</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like this weird fungus on the trees</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at the beautiful color of this acorn! A dark blue-purple and a warm earthy yellow. It's exactly this kind of natural dynamic color relationships I keep trying to drill into my watercolor classes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The South Fork of the Yuba</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little bro, Greg, and his moppet dog, Willis walked on the trail with us</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some giant mushrooms and lush foliage</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of wooden bridges and the beginning of Fall colors</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Down at the aqua-colored river</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beautiful shapes of the boulders, carved by glaciers so many years and years ago</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'll be back for Thanksgiving!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-38545283742768625802011-11-19T21:59:00.000-08:002011-11-19T22:13:11.291-08:00Smile For the CameraMaybe it's because I grew up with a mom who was always taking pictures, but I have gotten used to the requisite smile-and-pose in front of my artwork for friends or family. What's interesting when I look through old images of me and my work is the evolution of both myself and my artwork. And maybe I am a glutton for punishment, or I like embarrassing myself on the worldwide internet, but I thought it might be fun to put them all in a post.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Recently I have given a few artist lectures and I always include these silly images of my fashion designs from my childhood. They really do seem relevant to my current work, and it's nice to look back and think that my childhood self probably would like the art I make as an adult.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I am, working away at my desk, probably 1987.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't know what I was making, but I think it's cute that I always, always made art. This is in 1993, I think.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh my god, this pastel self portrait is so bad but I was so proud of it at the time! Sacramento City College, 2002.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm a CCA newbie, in my class where we painted self portraits for an entire semester, 2004.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A weird collage of me as an art saint by Reece Baxter. Here, in my senior studio, drawing the pice of Natasha Lyonne below! 2005</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first big show, where I dragged my family to downtown Oakland for the juried show, Bay Area Currents, at the Oakland Art Gallery, 2006.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's my proud dad again, at my college graduation, 2006.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first two-person show shot by Jannine from the Coveted, at Bucheon Gallery in 2007.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A group show at a regrettable gallery in San Francisco, but the first time I put my work in fancy frames! 2007</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tracy Timmins and I at Southern Exposure's Monster Drawing Rally in 2008.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tracy and I next to each other one year later at the Monster Drawing Rally in 2009.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My two-person show with Tahiti Pehrson at 111 Minna, shot by Art Business. It was my Molly Ringwald moment where all my old friends were there, I felt good about my work, and everything coalesced into a perfect evening, 2008.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My solo exhibition, "I Wanna Be Adored", at Triple Base Gallery. It was during my first semester of grad school, and I practically lost my shit and had a nervous breakdown. 2009</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giving my Artist Talk of the Triple Base Dinner Lecture Series. The meal was designed to go with my work by Abner Nolan, so it included individually wrapped fish like special gifts and the "Kate Moss course", which was just a shot of vodka. 2009</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Headdress project, messing around in the grad courtyard, 2010.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another headdress, shot by Emanuel Hapsis as part of my KQED interview, 2011.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's my proud dad again in a ridiculous beret he called the "Drive-By-Shooting", at my CCA Grad Open Studios, 2011.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the cap on all the rest: my graduate thesis exhibition at CCA., 2011. Sort of feels like that's the end of an era, but maybe it's the beginning of a new art life.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maybe this reads as really self-absorbed to put so many images of myself up here, but like I said, I had a mom who took photos of me constantly so it doesn't seem weird to me. It's just a record of the time spent and lessons learned.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-52635958591229535552011-11-12T18:37:00.000-08:002011-11-12T20:52:17.199-08:00In the Make: An Art Blog to Love<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #681c81; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; word-spacing: 1px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #681c81; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; word-spacing: 1px;">OMG, the new Bay Area studio visit art blog, "In the Make", by Klea McKenna and Nikki Grattan is like if the lifestyle blog, "The Selby", and the PBS arts video site, "Art:21", had a blog baby. The pictures by Klea, a CCA MFA Alum, are amazingly crisp and juicy, and Nikki's questions are smart and considered. Finding great blogs is hard for me because I don't like spending the whole day going from link to link in search for something worth reading. When I do find one I am shamed into the reality that a good blog makes mine look like the fat kid at the gym: a little desperate and lazy. Here's a link to my favorite post, an interview with a great CCA professor and a super inspiring and talented painter, Linda Geary:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; word-spacing: 1px;"> </span></span><a href="http://inthemake.net/1867058/Linda-Geary">http://inthemake.net/1867058/Linda-Geary</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Be sure to check out the real interview on their blog, as my template crops the shared page.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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When we arrived at Linda’s studio in Oakland, she met us out in the parking lot and led us into a building and up some stairs, and then into her studio where she paints. A few things struck me instantly: the space is expansive and bright with sunlight and color, the air seems to hang about easily, almost buoyantly, and nothing but the essentials occupy the room. This last fact was the most interesting to me. Usually when we visit artists’ studios there are often odds and ends about that in some way or another hint at their affinities, inspirations and intentions, and collectively these items create a portrait of sorts of who the artist might be. With Linda’s studio there is none of that; her space is bare bones, there is just the work itself and the necessary tools to make it. There are three chairs in the room, all paint splattered, that function as vantage points— Linda habitually takes time out to just sit and look at her work, paying attention to the light around it. Though her space is unadorned and practical, it is still very much alive with ingenuity, wonder, and exploration. This is true of Linda, too; she is incredibly engaged and open, beaming with curiosity and enthusiasm. She was so keen to discuss whatever question I put to her, and she allowed herself time and space to answer— often talking about peripheral ideas first, before getting to the heart of the matter. I really appreciated her way of being in a conversation; it’s unrestricted, charmingly wayward, and full of inquiry and observation. I left Linda’s studio with so many of her insights echoing in my thoughts, and still my memory continues to reverberate with bits and pieces of our conversation.<br />
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<b>When people ask you what you "do", how do you answer?</b><br />
I’m an artist.<br />
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<b>Do you have a day job? What is it? What does it mean to you?</b><br />
Associate Professor of Painting/Grad Fine Arts at CCA. I love my job. We have a vibrant painting program at CCA, and the President of the school, Steve Beal, is a painter. I like the difference between undergraduate and graduate students. The undergrads are excited and experimenting like crazy and their work explodes. They’re so fired up about new ideas and they want everyone to like what they’re doing. The grads experience a certain sense of resistance, which has to do with a completely different pursuit, a deeper inquiry which is more internal and difficult. They’re at a different stage. Sometimes it’s about a shift in their artistic identity or just dealing with a relentless set of questions. I like the difficulty of that too.<br />
I also teach a New York Studio class at CCA where I take a group of students to New York and they have studios there- so they work on their own projects- and then we also do several studio visits with artists.<br />
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<b>What mediums do you work with?</b><br />
Painting mediums: oil, canvas, panel. Gouache, watercolor, and acrylic on paper. Collage.<br />
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<b>How would you describe your subject matter?</b><br />
Body, space, and time.<br />
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<b>What themes seem to occur/reoccur in your work?</b><br />
The idea of proprioception, how one senses one’s own body in space and how that relates to physical space and the translation of that into painting. The absence of it is vertigo.<br />
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<b>What are you currently reading, listening to or looking at to fuel your work?</b><br />
<i>Devotional Cinema</i>, Nathaniel Dorsky.<br />
<i>Philip Guston: Collected Writings, Lectures, and Conversations</i> (Clark Coolidge).<br />
<i>Chromophobia</i>, David Batchelor.<br />
Scott Hewicker’s Streaming <a href="http://wfmu.org/kusf.pls" style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Radio Show</a> on KUSF-In-Exile: every first and third Wednesday night from 9pm-Midnight.<br />
Suzanne Stein’s SFMOMA <a href="http://blog.sfmoma.org/" style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Open Space Blog</a>.<br />
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<b>What are your biggest challenges to creating art and how do you deal with them?</b><br />
The doubt that can sabotage an idea before it has been pushed far enough. I talk to a few different friends to get perspective. Philip Guston talks about having that one friend who can come into the studio and look at the work and assure you that you’re not insane.<br />
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<b>How do you navigate the art world?</b><br />
A long time ago I sent Larry Rinder a letter asking him to come to my studio and he responded right away and came over to the studio. I was surprised at how easy that was. We had a nice conversation. I showed him a group of large paintings and then at the end he said, “if your work changes let me know and I’ll come back.” And I remember thinking ok, I get it, this is about a conversation, this isn’t about getting a show, and I have a choice in how I look at this. I can be offended that he didn’t really respond that positively to the work, or I can look at it as an opportunity to start a conversation with a new person. This is my approach to the art world. The art world is basically you and me. There is no “us” and “them.” My interest has always been to have conversations with people in the studio. Also, I try not to compare myself to others because that doesn’t work.<br />
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<b>What does having a physical space to make art in mean for your process, and how do you make your space work for you?</b><br />
I’m pretty private about my studio. The artists Sally Elesby and Amanda Curerri have studios downstairs. It’s nice knowing they’re there working but sometimes days go by where we don’t talk. At the end of the day when I’m leaving the studio I don’t talk for a while. I love working on a sunny day because the light is so good. The first thing I do when I get there in the morning is sit and look at the light.<br />
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<b>Has there been a shift or change in your life or work that has led to what you’re making now?</b><br />
I was on sabbatical this past year and at the beginning of that time I had a show at Rena Bransten Gallery where I showed three bodies of work. I showed a body of smaller works that contained more experimental ideas and then more finished larger oil paintings. We did a catalog and Leigh Markopoulos wrote a beautiful essay. It was a great opportunity to see the working out of these three divergent ideas. I have a completely different view of that show now than I did in November and my current interest is to see how those works can fall apart and spill into each other.<br />
In June, I spent some time at the Bau Institute in Puglia, Italy, which is far down on the heel of the boot of Italy, almost to Greece. I had a studio there and did works on paper that are now informing my larger paintings. In Italy I was able to work looser and with more improvisation. There is a clarity of visual information there— the architectural shapes and forms, the clear turquoise of the water, the brightness of the light. It just seeps in through osmosis. I have these works on paper in the studio now and am in the process of translating them into my larger paintings. It’s all trial and error.<br />
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<b>Do you see your work as autobiographical at all?</b><br />
It’s not narrative. If there was a word that describes a physical autobiography having to do with documenting a life through the physical material world and the bodily response to time and space through the varying materials of paint, then maybe.<br />
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<b>Is there something you are currently working on, or are excited about starting that you can tell us about?</b><br />
I’m excited about my new paintings but I don’t have a lot to say about them right now. I’m also working on a book with Colter Jacobsen called <i>Studio Visit</i>. It’s a condensed version of conversations with 100 artists, writers, curators, and gallerists. I’ve done 73 so far. I’ve put the book project on hold for the last few months in order to get back to the paintings. These visits have changed the way I look at my own work. I’ve been experimenting with taking my paintings apart and putting them back together with an altered timing, a different sequence, and as a result everything in the studio has changed.<br />
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<b>What are you most proud of?</b><br />
The balance I maintain between teaching and studio. I keep them extremely separate for practical reasons. At the same time, what I’m doing in the studio is intrinsically connected to what I bring to class. If nothing is going on in the studio, I have nothing to teach. If I’m teaching too much I have nothing to bring to the studio.<br />
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<b>What do you want your work to do?</b><br />
To be able to exist without an artist’s statement.<br />
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<b>What advice has influenced you?</b><br />
Don’t make decisions based solely on money.<br />
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<b>How will you know when you have arrived?</b><br />
I can’t relate to this question but it makes me think of the earlier question about how to navigate the art world and that the focus for me is always on the work, and conversations about the work. There is no “arriving” when the focus is entirely on the work. It’s just whatever the present problems in the studio are, and they never go away.<br />
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<b>Are you involved in any upcoming shows or events? Where and when?</b><br />
In the next few months, the culmination of my <i>Studio Visit</i> book project with Colter Jacobsen.<br />
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To see more of Linda’s work:<br />
<a href="http://www.lindageary.com/" style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">lindageary.com </a><br />
<a href="http://www.renabranstengallery.com/" style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">renabranstengallery.com</a><br />
<a href="http://www.roseburlingham.com/lindageary.html" style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">roseburlinghamfineart.com</a><br />
<a href="http://www.pulliamgallery.com/" style="color: black; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">pulliamgallery.com</a></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-51453280614704826382011-10-23T13:00:00.000-07:002011-10-23T13:13:52.751-07:00Adventures in Art Six Weeks of Openings and Shows (Part II)Even more shows...<br />
As I mentioned in Part I of this post, as part of my 'job' as an artist, I have been looking at a lot of art in San Francisco over the past six or seven weeks. Regretfully, I haven't posted about any of it. Here is a view of some Bay Area Art taken with my very amateur photography skills. I am starting to feel like my blog is too positive- geez, what a curmudgeon I am- so here's to being more honest with you. Because what we desperately need is another mouthy, cynical blogger in the world. So very desperately we do. What can I say- I'm just calling 'em like I see 'em. If you get offended, you can take pot shots at me on your own blog.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seriously, there's something weird about </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Root Division</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Maybe it's the fact that they have art hanging opposite all the bathrooms. Anyway, another round of their annual juried exhibition was under way, "Introductions 2011", and several of my CCA peeps were on the roster so I sort of had to go show my support. Really, the people there seem nice but the implied donation to get in just to the reception is off-putting. And while it's great that they serve a portion of the community with classes and another with studio spaces, there's something I can't put my finger on. I just get the creeps there. Maybe it's the SFAI connections of the staff. Like I have said before, these MFA school loyalties run deep. BTW, this is a chalk piece by </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jillian Clark</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, from my CCA graduate class.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sarah Thibault</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, another grad from my CCA class, was upping her game with this very classy drawing/installation. Word on the street is that fancy-but-wild-bearded art gallerist, Jack Hanley, has been in conversation with her about her work and recently took her pieces to the Frieze Art Fair in London. Go Sarah!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I went to see my old art professor, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">David Huffman</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s, show "Shift" at the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">San Francisco Arts Commission</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, which is situated downtown by all the fancy buildings like City Hall and the Opera House. This view across the street is a nice change from the seediness of the Mission or the Tenderloin or wherever else in the city I end up schlepping around to see art. The show is still up until December 10th.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fancy marble digs inside and a jam-packed turnout.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">David Huffman's installation of a pyramid of basketballs, (I couldn't get back enough with the crush of people to get a whole shot), which was basically a part of his signature sarcastic narrative of black cultural tropes come to life in 3-D. There were paintings and videos, too, but too close to get photos. It was a good show but the space was too small for the grand pyramid even without the people inside. </span> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On the same night as my Arts Commission jaunt, I did a small tour and drove over to Triple Base to see Todd Bura's new show, but I seriously could not find a parking space around the decidedly car-unfriendly Mission neighborhood and said "Fuck It" and drove over to another part of the Mission to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Southern Exposure</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> as the third leg of my gallery crawl. So-Ex was also having its annual juried exhibition with a theme, this time called "Proof". So-Ex, just in comparison to Root Division, was equally crowded with onlookers hung with art I liked or didn't like just as much. A juried show is always a mixed bag. However, it felt much more welcoming as a space, and that does really stand for something. Above is a textile triptych piece by current CCA MFA student, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Johanna Friedman</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Rachel Foster</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s prints hung in constellations and an old lady deciphering Rachel's print depicting the average suicide age for literary greats. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here's Rachel Foster, herself, who forced me to accompany her to Lafayette, a weird outpost of rural suburbs outside of Walnut Creek, to deliver some of her artwork for a show. It just happened to be the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lafayette Annual Art and Wine Festival</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, so we seized the opportunity to people-watch big-boobed blond women and gawk at the terrible art in the lovely weather.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yeesh. The worst kind of art might possibly be faux-naive "Outsider" art of Tom Waits and mohawked nerds with guitars.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The best space I saw this year so far was the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Chapel of the Chimes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, an actual chapel and columbarium (a place which houses ashes), down the street from my house in Oakland. The fact that they had an art show with a call for proposals within the space was sort of dwarfed by the sheer beauty of the architecture, designed by the renowned architect, Julia Morgan. There were rooms within rooms featuring tons of indoor gardens and many of the ashes were encased in vessels shaped like books and held within walls shaped like bookcases, totally changing your expectations of what a columbarium would look like.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There was some art, but it was so small and put into nooks and crannies of the walls so that we could barely detect it in the first place. This is tiny funereal diorama by </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Maggie Simpson</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, which apparently was the controversy of the night because the original display held a real tiny dead kitten inside the miniature coffin. Not cool in the house of the Lord, I suppose.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The problem with an art school is that we learn so much about art that we are over-educated and constantly confused. "Is it art?", Rachel and I discussed many times throughout our wanderings inside the infinite walls of the Chapel of the Chimes. Are the flags art? Are the cones art? The draped coffin-shaped thing? No, was the real answer, but the sad thing (maybe it's not?) about our observations was that sometimes we preferred the random findings to the real art. </span> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here's a ceramic piece by our friend, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Rachel Dawson</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, ( bad image), which was completely hidden within the many cubby holes of the shelves of the columbarium. It was kind of like a treasure hunt to find the art, but we had to cheat our way through most of it because we simply couldn't tell where the work was.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Another night, another art show. Here I am dragged to the Tenderloin again to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jonathan Runcio</span>'s solo exhibition, "Wide Wide Ruin" at a new space, The Popular Workshop. Much to my delight, the space was lovely, (look at those ceilings!), and his art was great, as always. Don't tell him I said that. I don't want him to get a big ego. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some how-does-he-make-it? screen-printing on canvas with beautiful colors.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A metal sculpture. I like it. I mean, geometry is not my number one love, and neither is minimal sculpture, but I think the whole show worked very well together and it's worth checking out just for Jonathan's color combinations. It's still up but the site doesn't say until when. I would guess at least til November 1. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I went on another art adventure with Rachel the other day and had a positively delightful day checking out art, indulging in food, and going shopping. I'm sad to say I can only afford to do such things once every couple months because now I am broke as a joke again. But, the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SF MoMA</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is free for me as CCA staff, at least, and that's where we found not only CCA Painting Faculty, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">John Zurier</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s, luscious abstract painting in the Contemporary Collections section, but also his own dessert in the cafe! "The John Zurier Popsicle"- that's how you know you have arrived.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Outside in the sculpture garden I indulged in a Blue Bottle coffee served in an artisan-crafted Heath Ceramics mug, and the "Wayne Thibaud Layer Cake" frosted to look as delicious as his cake paintings. Awesome. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Down the block we stopped into </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Eli Ridgway Gallery</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to see recent CCA Curatorial Grad, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">David Kasprzak</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s, curatorial venture, "Better a Live Ass Than a Dead Lion". The show, as far as I could tell without reading the press release, was about place and environments. I thought it was a successful show, and not too over-hung. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Elisheva Biernoff</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s hand-painted double-sided postcards and other works were featured predominantly in the downstairs space, and her slide show screening with mist was great, though her heavy-handed environmental message is better off unread. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rachel put on the white gloves to check out Biernoff's art book, featuring an idyllic landscape and the various disasters that could befall it painted into the image. I would have liked it better if all of the disasters happened one after another to create a total anarchic apocalypse, instead of flood, back to normal, fire, back to normal...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A photo negative piece by </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Richard Misrach</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, who I can tell from the price list is a big deal. Check out the show- it will be up til November 5.<br />
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That's pretty much how I can wrap up the last two months of art in the Bay Area. I don't get to everything, and I should be making art and talking about it less, anyway. See you at the next round of openings.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-44265882804801873282011-10-16T18:56:00.000-07:002012-02-11T14:48:53.602-08:00Adventures in Art: Six Weeks of Openings and Shows (Part I)<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I admit it: I failed at keeping up my blog for the last few months. It was partly due to my recent introduction to the full-time working week, and also due to my second job teaching art. It's been exhausting just to get up, let alone make a blog. Does anyone read it? I dunno. I make it because I like pretending I have an audience as enthusiastic about art, travel, and beauty as I am, yet just as caustic and been-there, done-that as I feel most of the time. That's just the way it goes living in the Bay Area's art-filled city. Even if you wanted to be optimistic and appreciative of the sheer amount of art that is out there, it's overwhelming in scope and mostly underwhelming in quality. Maybe that's the school mid-semester blues talking, though... ugh, I digress. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, I have been taking a lot of pictures out in the world while I am looking at art and forming my opinions of it. I figured I might as well share all of it here after I have been out in the field taking it in. I do also have to mention that I have been rather lazy about holding the iphone straight or waiting for the focus to kick in, so my quality of images leaves much to be desired. I promise if you stick with me, I'll make a better effort towards better documentation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's what I have seen, whirlwind style, over the past six or seven weeks.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My good friend, Courtney Johnson, bless her heart, volunteered this summer at </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Southern Exposure</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> for their Mission Voices kids' art program. They had a culminating art reception featuring work like this cardboard geodesic dome, and the night was capped with a flash mob dance scene that I wanted to hate but totally loved.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">CCA</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> had a number of summer art classes for middle school kids including a class on building dioramas. Their classroom was a disaster zone that I was glad to not be responsible for, but their reception for the work had amazing little pieces of art I ended up preferring to a lot of the adult work I've seen in these past weeks.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I didn't get a shot of the actual show in the adjoining room, but here's the scene at </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Andrew Schoultz</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s private reception for his new exhibition at the SF MoMA featuring his work in conversation with the MoMA's collection of Paul Klee prints and paintings. The show will be up til January. It's the biggest thing I've seen from someone I know!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Jesus, take the wheel!" is all I can say in response to this show I saw at </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Lab</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> last month centered around performance. I hate performance, and when you throw in Bay Area concepts, it almost always turns into a personal/political mess of exhibitionists and an uncomfortable audience who just holds their breath out of politeness until the thing is over. This piece involves a bunch of dancers and a bunch of chairs, and some super creepy porno music with a voice-over recording telling the dancers what to do next.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I went to Unspeakable Projects for a show about pop culture which featured a ton of people from CCA so the reception doubled as a reunion of sorts for all of us recent grads. I had never been to this space, which is the bottom floor of a home which is located in an alley. While it feels strange trying to get there, once inside I thought it was curated and hung nicely and I generally was pretty impressed. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I took this picture with the intention of writing a quip about how the world of art is so "arty" that even this is a piece to be considered, and sold. Then I found out it was by my friend, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mark Benson</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, who also arranged the stantion installation above. Well, what can I say? I get it. Objects can be reappropriated to mean something else, and I value that. But still, Duchamp-ian art can look pretty funny and/or indicative of the pretentiousness of the art world.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Later that same crazy opening night I was driven over to the tenderloin to check out </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jonathan Wallraven</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s solo show at Kokoro. While an art space can do very little about the conditions of the neighborhood outside, the simple choice of a space's location can have a big impact on the view inside the gallery. It took so long to find parking on the streets shared by sleazy clubs and sidewalks crowded with crackheads, that by the time we entered the calm respite of the gallery, my agitation was irreversible. Jonathan's strange semi-3D cubes of stretched out drawings were interesting but not quite enough for me.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I went to what is now called "Eli Ridgway Gallery" instead of Baer Ridgway Exhibitions, to see their first big opening of the season, a solo show by </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Brion Nuda Rosch</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. The large, two-level space was filled with really similar pieces. Photocopies of nature with plops of paint on them seemed to say very little, and the same brown, black, and white palette repeated throughout was boring. There were two-sided pieces on pedestals, but I was distracted by the little white brackets holding them in place, which appeared unconsidered.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is a terrible image, but you get the idea. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Julie Heffernan</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s solo exhibition at Catherine Clark was full of saccharine, pastel palettes and rendered figures which offered nothing other than her love for beauty and the old masters. The whole show was sort of eh, despite the craftsmanship which went into the pieces.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Matt Borruso</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> at Steven Wolf Fine Arts was thoughtful, consistent, and detailed. The show was made up of three parts; a nicely hung group of weird, tripped-out dude collages, his signature, well-executed pencil drawings made up of collaged creepy heads, and a venture into film, (a split screen showing a sci-fi movie on the left and the movie about Helen Keller on the right, where cosmically the two meet up and show the same scenario of a person "seeing" for the first time). I loved the hilarity of the movies side by side, but if I did not already like Matt as a person and an artist, I probably wouldn't have invested enough time in the film to get to the punch line. Of course, since I make detailed pencil drawings too, I favor his drawings over the collages, but all in all, I was impressed by his carefully considered show.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stoner gore drawing by Matt Borruso</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Across the street from Steven Wolf is Guerrero Gallery, where </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Alex Lucas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> was exhibiting a large solo exhibition in Guerrero's beautiful space. The show was full of related works which at first are photo realistic watercolors, but up close are screen prints of cityscapes which have been worked into with paint. Does that matter? No, I guess not- I would assume the artist still spends a long time with each one, adding layers of detail, which in itself doesn't matter either, but labor is almost always impressive. What left me with more eh feeling was the simplicity of the message in the work. The cityscapes, which have been left to rot or drown in water say to me, "Man has done bad things to the earth. Let's all imagine an apocalypse that man deserves". Yawn. That skater mentality of FTW isn't anything other than played out this far into the post punk years. I hope we find new messages to be edgy these days.<br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Part II coming soon!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689629994699274756.post-27517224389026642852011-09-05T15:39:00.000-07:002011-09-06T23:04:44.014-07:00The Fall Art Season Is Here! (Grab your calendars and protein bars)Art's Baaacck! As it always goes, fall school terms starting up again means the Bay Area art world, (along with all your favorite cheesy shows like Gossip Girl, and the wonderful thing called the "Back-to-School" sale), is awakened from it's not-so-warm San Francisco summer nap. In August I longed for something to see once I was back from vacation, while everyone important, (i.e. collectors), were still off in whatever rich land they frolic during the summer months. Well, we're all here now, and my job at art school will start getting mighty full and messy and loud with the students back in it, but thankfully, art is back, too. <br />
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I don't even know how I would possibly go to all the events coming up, but here is a list of things I would/could/should do, just like I did <a href="http://artistsandastronauts.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-fall-art-season-begin.html">last year</a>, so we can compare score cards at the end. <br />
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Starting <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">Thursday, September 8</span></span>, the scene comes alive with a ton of stuff to see and do within a 3 hour time frame. It's First Thursday, which means something sometimes, like when there are shows worth going to in 49 Geary. (Every First Thursday there is an agreed-upon smattering of openings within the walls of 49 and 77 Geary. Lately, though, it seems galleries are changing up the opening dates, and the ones who stick to the First Thursday tend to be stuck on old-fashioned art, as well). <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jonathan Wallraven: "Smile to Your Life" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://kokorostudio.us/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kokoro Studio</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, 682 Geary Street, San Francisco</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Opening 7-10 pm </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">through September 29</span></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jonathan Wallraven</span>, a current CCA MFA grad student, is sure to take sneering, hilarious digs at almost everyone with his large scale line drawings and text. Ala Raymond Pettibon, Wallraven seems to find the perfect thing you never expected his figures to say. His drawings always remind me of the high school drones who were doomed to peak at age eighteen, while the rest of us just kept dreaming of life beyond those four years of hell. It takes a lot to drag me down Geary into the seedy Tenderloin, but this might be one reason to do it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Some Paintings, Sculpture, & Drawings" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.patriciasweetowgallery.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Patricia Sweetow Gallery</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, 77 Geary Street </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mezzanine level, San Francisco</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Opening 5:30-7:30 pm through October 15</span></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Patricia Sweetow often shows some great artists from her roster, and here is a chance to see, well, some paintings, sculpture, and drawings from them. I'm looking forward to work by glitter queen, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jamie Vasta</span>, haunting (usually photo) work from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Suné Woods</span>, and abstract "Afro-Futurism" from CCA Professor, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">David Huffman</span>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yoon Lee: "Minor Inconveniences" </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.marxzav.com/exhibitions.php"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Marx and Zavattero</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, 77 Geary Street </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2nd floor, </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">San Francisco</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Opening 5:30-7:30 pm through October 22</span></span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have grown quite fond of Marx and Zavattero, as a gallery and as a couple, so I would probably go to most of their openings in any case. If you add in a pack of talented artists who bridge craft with a pop aesthetic, you have a pretty solid case to visit their gallery, celebrating its tenth year in business. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yoon Lee</span>, a Korean-born, SFAI MFA graduate, won the Tournesol Prize at Headlands Center for the Arts, making her resume pretty impressive. I am unsure whether I am into her work, however. It brings to mind Chris Finley's swooping, exquisite, digitally manipulated images reproduced in paint so much that I am left wondering whether these works say anything new. However, the fact that I am unsure about them is the greatest reason to go see them in person.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Idyll", </span></span><a href="http://www.wirtzgallery.com/main.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wirtz Gallery</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, 49 Geary Street </span></span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">This group photography show at Wirtz Gallery brings together the best of their well-known photographers, including the late <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Larry Sultan</span>, as well as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Todd Hido</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jim Goldberg</span>, among other talented artists. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Media Love: A Group Exhibition", </span></span><a href="http://unspeakableprojects.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Unspeakable Projects</span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">735 Tehama Street, San Francisco</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Opening 6-9 pm through September 29</span></span></span><br />
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</span></div>I don't know much about Unspeakable Projects, other than that I have posted about a few shows in the past I wanted to see there, but never quite made it. Word has it that the space is one of those gallery-in-the-apartment thingees, but they seem to show work by artists that grab me somehow, including buddies <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Matt Momchilov</span> and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Justin Limoges</span>. Here's a chance to see those artists plus my good friend, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mark Benson</span>, featured above, as well as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mik Gaspay</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">AMTK</span>. The show's press release says, " From obscure sit-com moments to cults of immortality, MEDIA LOVE assembles the artifacts and detritus of a media culture that won’t let go." That sounds like a recipe for love or hate. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Residency Projects II", </span></span></span><a href="http://www.kala.org/exhibitions/current.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kala Art Institute</span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2990 San Pablo Avenue, Berkeley, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Opening 6-8 pm through October 15</span></span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Whew! Are you tired yet? Wait, there's one more opening that would certainly be worth attending! Kala's print-based institution offers competitive residencies and "Residency Projects II" is a culmination of work from the most recent crop of artists to use their facilities and resources. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Elisheva Biernoff</span>'s super flat work, like the image above, sculptor <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Renee Gertler</span> and photographer <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jessica Ingram</span> are all a strong lure to make the trek across the bridge into the East Bay.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">THIS WAS JUST DAY ONE, PEOPLE! Stay tuned for show recommendations for the rest of the week. And as always, remember to bring comfy shoes, breath mints, and your coolest leather jacket.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;">Welcome to Bosnia (again)!</span></span><br />
As my post below explains, I took a much-needed relaxing vacation to Bosnia this summer. Here are some things I found striking in their cultural richness and unexpected variety, through the lens of an American artist on vacation.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A 500-year-old mosque</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the details on these buildings</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reminder of the war- have you seen a shell-blast before? These buildings were everywhere, but quickly being re-developed.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A shiny, state-of-the-art mall in Sarajevo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Those stone walls are the original, centuries-old mall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Graffiti is huge</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My boyfriend's great-grandmother!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His great-grandfather was a kind of aristocrat and here is his adjutant</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous mountain scenery everywhere</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Village life- my boyfriend's cousin's second home</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He bought this "village house" for $25,000!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was totally obsessed with these gnome hut-like haystacks everywhere</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A village</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back in Sarajevo- some art nouveau</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We found this great art cafe called the Goldfish</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's bohemian insides</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where else can you get 40 homemade cookies for $10?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A fair came to town- here is my boyfriend's cousin and his baby Mirza, who at age one had a better Bosnian vocabulary.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was really dramatic weather a lot of the time. Here the heavens are opening up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In our Sarajevo apartment, remnants of a grenade blast</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I said goodbye to my sweet boyfriend.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When I came home I gave my dad a fez.<br />
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