Monthly Archive for November, 2010

Calendar. 11.30.10. Basel Frazzle Edition.


Guess where I’m headed? God help me. (Photo C-M.)

  • Miami Beach: Art Basel Miami Beach, at the Miami Beach Convention Center, opens Thursday at noon.
  • Miami: Pulse Miami, at the Ice Palace in Miami, opens Thursday at 1pm.
  • Miami: Jonathan Meese, Sculpture, at MOCA North Miami, opens Wednesday.
  • Miami: Daniel Arsham, Alter, at Galerie Emmanuel Perrotin, opens today at 7pm.
  • Miami: Drawn and Quartered, curated by Gean Moreno, at World Class Boxing in the Wynwood District, opens Wednesday at 10am.
  • Miami: The Maginot Line, curated by Dennis Scholl, at David Castillo Gallery in the Wynwood District, opens Saturday at 7pm.
  • Miami: Abby Manock, at Gallery Diet in the Wynwood District, through Dec. 22nd.
  • Miami: Seven, a collaborative sort-of-fair among seven galleries, including Postmasters, Winkleman, PPOW and Pierogi, in the Wynwood District, opens today at 1pm.
  • Miami: #Rank, the Miami version of #class (in which artists go to Miami and stay pasty), at Seven in the Wynwood District, opens Wendesday at 6pm.
  • Miami: The opening of the Rubell Collection’s annual shows, How Soon Now and Time Capsule: Age 13-21, plus Just Right, Jennifer Rubell’s regular food extravaganza/freaky breakfast, this Thursday at 9am. All I know is there better be Hollandaise.
  • Miami Beach: Graffiti Gone Global, with Revok, London Police, Michael De Feo, Skewville and many others, at Sushi Samba, opens Wednesday 11am.
  • Miami Beach: Liquid Measures, at the corner of 3rd Street and Washington, on indefinitely.
  • Miami: A book party for Trespass, by Carlo McCormick and the folks from the Wooster Collective, this Friday. RSVP required.
  • Chicago: The Malling of Chicago, a discussion led by architecture critic Edward Lifson, at Goose Island Wrigleyville, this Wednesday at 6pm.
  • Milan: Orlan Aaka Orlan, at the Prometeo Gallery, through Jan. 8.

The Digest. 11.29.10.


Silver, by William Hundley. (Image courtesy of Hundley.)

The C-Mon Giveaway Extravaganza: Free Gift Certficate for Art We Love.


Hot Dog, by Tomoo Gokita. (Image courtesy of Gokita and Art We Love.)

Hey Folks:

The people behind ArtWeLove have kindly given me a $50 gift certificate, valid on their site, for some holiday art buyin’. The site features prints and photography from a stable of international artists — including that juicy hot dog by Tomoo Gokita, above. So, if you’re looking to do a little holiday shopping for that special someone and are plum out of ideas (and money), consider this your early Christmas or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or whatever excuse you use to buy stuff at this time of year…

Leave a comment below to enter. (Even if you don’t win, you’ll be eligible for a 10% discount.) Winner will be chosen by the end of the week.

xox,

C.

And now, for a little holiday show…

If you are looking for a fine way to walk off all that turkey (or tofurkey), may I highly recommend the Charles LeDray exhibit at the Whitney. It is intense. It’s hilarious. It makes you think about why we fetishize the things we do. Best of all: I’ve got a slide show of it up at Gallerina.

Happy Turkey Day.

Jackson Pollock, Pollock’s mother and Lee Krasner, get ready to carve, 1950. (Image courtesy of the Smithsonian Archives of American Art.)

Calendar. 11.23.10.


A still from The Silent Echo Chamber, by Harry Shearer. On view at the Henry Art Gallery in Seattle, through Jan. 16. Another Bouncing Ball offers a good pairing to this image. (Image courtesy of the Henry.)

The Digest. 11.22.10.


Toma Puerto Viejo. (Photo by p.a.t.i.t.a.)

Photo Diary: Sew Draw at Pandemic in Brooklyn.

Because I am on a roll, I made it to the opening of the Pandemic Gallery’s Sew Draw show this past weekend in Brooklyn — and all I gotta say is: Get. Over. There. The rubber sculptures made by Allison Read Smith (out of scraps of roofing rubber) are all kinds of wonderful. The show also includes some highly interesting drawings by Richie Lasanksy.

As always, it’s Thursday, which means you can find my arty New York listings over at Gallerina. (Look for the link to the slug sex video. It’s amazing.) Also, I got to collaborate with Paddy Johnson of Art Fag City on a little report related to The Sound of Art. Woo Hoo!!!

Continue reading ‘Photo Diary: Sew Draw at Pandemic in Brooklyn.’

Art: Birds Do It.


Pimpin’: The artful design of this bowerbird nest is intended to attract a mate. (Image courtesy of National Geographic.)

Over the weekend, I was working my way through my tower of unread magazines and stumbled into the most remarkable story in the July 2010 issue of National Geographic about bowerbirds. The birds are endemic to Australia and New Guinea and are known for their spectacular nests. The male of the species build these — adding all manner of decorative elements, from leaves to rocks to flowers — in the hopes of attracting a mate. Once the lady arrives, they mate. After their business is done, she takes off and he prepares the nest for the next bird in question. Interestingly, the nests aren’t actually used to live in or nurture young — they are intended merely as showpieces for courtship, making them the avian world’s version of a pleasure palace. (Like the stuff you see on Unhappy Hipsters.)

What’s most interesting to me are the aesthetics of the nest. The male birds dedicate their lives to create  pleasing arrangements that might attract the female of the species, laying out Andy Goldsworthy-esque constructions of acorns, flowers and even detritus. (The latter look very Whitney Biennial.) One species, the satin bowerbird, even creates his own type of paint out of plant matter, which he then uses to shade (and flavor) the inside of his nest.

As Virginia Morell writes in the story:

Given all these talents, some researchers have attributed an aesthetic sense and the glimmerings of culture to bowerbirds, traits rarely suggested as found in any species aside from our own. (Some primates, such as chimpanzees and orangutans, are now regarded as having cultural traditions, but not aesthetics.)

Which means if you were feeling all superior because we as a species make art, you might want to reconsider your position. Like many artists working today, these little birds are making incredible works for the basest of reasons: they simply want to get laid.

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(The link to the National Geographic article has been quite glitchy. If you can’t pull up the story, find a summary and a short photo essay at NPR. But if you have the time, try to locate this issue at a library — because the photography and the story are both amazing.)

Calendar. 11.16.10.


Flesh Of High Places, by AJ Fosik. On view at Guerrero Gallery in San Francisco, through Dec. 4. (Image courtesy of Guerrero.)

On an unrelated note:
I was interviewed by the ADVERVE podcast, in which I talk about writin’ and journalism and psycho Peruvian bus rides that involve bolsitas de barf. Check it!!!