Monthly Archive for October, 2008

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Posting notice…

Hey Folks:

Had to make an unexpected journey. The Digest will be back in a few…

xox, C.

The Digest. 10.20.08.


Patroclus, 1780, by Jacques-Louis David. (Image courtesy of lyceo hispanico.)

A little busy…

I’m buried under a little paperwork today. The Digest will be back on Monday.

(Photo by Walter Parenteau.)

 

Calendar. 10.16.08.


Doze Green. (Image courtesy of Jonathan LeVine Gallery.)

The Digest. 10.16.08.


Tadao Ando’s Modern Art Museum, Fort Worth, at sunrise. (Photo courtesy of The Modern.)

Photo: Lia Halloran at Mark Moore in Santa Monica.


San Pedro, Self-Built, 2008, c-print by Lia Halloran. (Courtesy of Mark Moore Gallery.)

A couple of years back, when I was a not-so-young scrub at Time, I had the opportunity to work on an article about skatepark design with Richard Lacayo. In reporting the story, the designers we spoke with talked a lot about “lines.” Not just the lines of their designs, but the lines that skaters take as they carve their way through a half pipe or bowl. Being a non-skater, I was left to imagine these possible trajectories. Not anymore.

Last week, I stumbled into the photographs of Lia Halloran at Mark Moore in Santa Monica. Halloran takes long exposure pictures of herself working her way through a variety of parks at night, with a flashlight or some other light source strapped on. No need to imagine lines here. They’re etched in light, right into the photo. It was an incredible way to see these concrete monuments come to life. Above is a shot from the skater-built park under the 110 Freeway in San Pedro, south of L.A.

The photos at Mark Moore are on display as part of the group show Ultrasonic International, through October 25th. If you’re in Miami, some of her photos just went on display at Fredric Snitzer, and they’ll be up through November 10th. You can see many more pix on her website, here. (Though it’s no replacement for seeing them live.)

The Digest. 10.15.08.


Because I’m feeling sporty this week: Ring of Honor, by Seattle artist John Schuh. See it large. (Image courtesy of Schuh.)

Calendar. 10.14.08.


Kimberly Weiss at the Paper Boat in Milwaukee. (Image courtesy of Paper Boat.)

 

Dear L.A. Times: Waaaaassssup?


Get me rewrite! (Image courtesy of Olivander.)

Regular readers of C-Monster.net will know that I’ve spent the last couple of weeks directing evil thought waves at the L.A. Times. This is because roughly a fortnight ago, the paper where I held my first media job (features department assistant — the glamour!), had debuted an arts and culture blog called Culture Monster, which, needless to say, hits a bit close to home. After a couple of rather hysterical posts on the subject, I decided that the best course of action was to write the L.A. Times a very nice letter, asking them to reconsider their blog’s name. Crazy. I know. But I figured that even though I haven’t been part of the blogosphere since its paleolithic days (1998), I have managed to get linked to by one or two well-known arts sites over the course of my short and senseless existence. Besides if there’s one thing I can claim in all of this, it’s my name. Because how “monstrous” is a newspaper arts blog ever truly going to get?

Anyhow, after sending my note (to a battalion of arts editors, writers and even the reader representatives), all I heard for roughly a week was crickets. (Though the reader reps were kind enough to send me a mass-produced form letter thanking me for my thoughts.) Then I got a nice response back from a blog editor saying that my e-mail was being considered and that someone would get back to me with a decision. And ever since then all I’ve heard are more crickets. Last week, I reached a point where I was worn out enough to let the matter quietly drop. But then I figured it’d be far better to go out in a kamikaze blaze. Either that, or I was gonna have to challenge Christopher Knight to a Jell-o wrestling match. (I think I could take him.)

Anyhow, this is all a long way of saying that I’m posting my letter to the Times. (Read it after the jump.) Please forgive the first paragraph, where I talk about how important I am. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about the art industry, it’s that being a gasbag usually gets you waaaaaay farther than humility.

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Continue reading ‘Dear L.A. Times: Waaaaassssup?’

The Digest. 10.14.08.


Stikman in NYC. (Photo by EssG.)