Where High Gets Low.
Dog Playing Dead, by Mike Stilkey. (Photos by Vidalia.)
West Coast correspondent Vidalia made it to Mike Stilkey’s solo show, Slightly All the Time, at Kinsey/DesForges in L.A. this past weekend. She got some nice pix of Stilkey’s new installations, which include paintings on stacks of discarded books, as well as other, more traditional materials. The show is up through August 16th.
More after the jump.
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An etching on enamel by Michael Genovese at White Walls, in S.F. (Image courtesy of White Walls.)
Quits in Athens. (Photo by server_pics.)
Reeds, by Dale Chihuly. (Photos by C-M.)
Last week, Kenneth Baker at the San Francisco Chronicle gave the Dale Chihuly exhibit at S.F.’s De Young Museum a serious inverted atomic drop. I figured that if the show was truly that bad, then I definitely had to check it out.
It was, indeed, a saccharine-fest. But it’s so over the-top that it’s worthwhile if you happen to be in possession of some Grade A Cali medicinal. There is so much color and so much light and it’s so relentless that you leave the exhibit feeling as if you just spent a binge weekend in Vegas: your brain is slightly numb and you can’t quite remember what happened, but you’re certain you had a very good time.
Chihuly is up through September 28th.
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Up the Dosage, by Marc Johns. From his series of Post-it Note drawings. (Courtesy of Marc Johns.)
Series 3, No. 15, 1993 by Fang Lijun at S.F. MoMA. (Photo by C-M.)
The Day in Land Art: Detail of a playa painting by Andres Amador. (Via Ekosystem.)
It gets even better once you go in. (Photos by C-M.)
Oh. My. God. Where do I start? I have seen some crazy museum stores, but this one is in a category of its own. S.F. MoMA has a temporary gift shop for their Frida Kahlo retrospective that has all the charm of an airport curio stand. Down to the ceramic tile coasters and Frida aprons. It was an orgy of folklore, set amid lots of brightly-painted everything. Seriously, the only thing this place needed to become a full-on Mexi-Disney was to have the cashiers wearing huipiles and braids. And why no mariachis? Or a taco bar? After standing in line to see the show, I sure coulda used a snack.
The show is up through September 28th.
Step inside, after the jump. Click on images to supersize.
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Art with a hard-on: A figure by Beau Velasco waves a big stick at Brooklyn’s Factory Fresh. (Photos by Autumn Marie & Lindsey Elsaesser.)
Factory Fresh in Brooklyn recently opened up a group show called Un Named Rottens featuring new paintings by NYC artistes Beau Velasco, Daniel St. George and Jeremiah Maddock. The opening night was smooth sailing until Maddock realized that a briefcase containing some of his works-in-progress had been quietly disappeared. The staff at Factory Fresh tore the place apart looking for the briefcase to no avail. A few nights later, however, Maddock got a text message from an unknown number telling him that he could pick up his stuff at a Brooklyn tavern. Maddock did as he was instructed, and arrived to find the suitcase waiting for him behind the bar. The contents of the briefcase hadn’t been touched. The only addition was a crudely-written note that read: “I’ve been dying to meet with you Jeremiah.” Sounds like Maddock has a serious fan, or some prankster friends with a wicked sense of humor.
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The Lost Angel, by Mr. Cartoon, in L.A. (Photo by C-M.)