Archive for the 'Mixed Media' Category

What I’m Reading: PRISM Index #2.

The second issue of PRISM Index, the beautifully crafted mixed-media literary/art/music mag  is out and it’s looking just as beautiful as the first (which I wrote about here). As with the first go around, it’s got a lovely silkscreen cover stuffed with stories and art. (I’m digging the pieces by John Malta and Michael Deforge). The hand-stitched package also includes a DVD of short films and a CD of rare and unreleased music which is excellent for moody, bluesy chill-outs (really liking Ohioan’s Come, Reap). This is definitely a publication to dive into and get lost in.

Pick up a copy here.

Photo Diary: Haim Steinbach at Tonya Bonakdar in NYC.

Really dug this show. On view at Tonya Bonakdar, through October 22. (Photos by C-M.)

The Day in Unusual Art Materials: Corn.

Things That Are Totally Awesome: The corn murals at the Corn Palace in Mitchell, S.D. Somebody please put these guys in a biennial. Click on images to supersize. It’s worth it. (Photos by C-M.)

Calendar. 02.22.11.


Kin XXXII (Run Like the Wind), 2008 by Whitfield Lovell. Part of the exhibit More Than You Know at the Smith College Museum of Art, in Northampton, Mass., through May 1. (Image courtesy of the Smith College Museum of Art.)

The light of the many.


Untitled (5×5) (Sin Título [5x5]), 2006 by Alejandro Almanza Pereda at El Museo del Barrio. (Photo by C-M.)

Along with the rest of the world, I’ve spent the past week riveted by what’s happening in Egypt. Partially because both my parents come from countries where oppressive dictatorships have had their run of things. And partially because there is something exhilarating about watching people come together to say, Enough. Naturally, as today’s violent clashes showed, this will be no velvet revolution. Mubarak has run the country under an autocratic state-of-emergency fiat since he took office in 1981. Opposition members are routinely harassed, arrested and tortured. Mubarak, it appears, isn’t about to just slip quietly into the night.

All of these things were on my mind yesterday as I made my way around El Museo del Barrio‘s newly reorganized permanent collection galleries and came across the above piece by Alejandro Almanza Pereda: a row of light bulbs topped by a heavy concrete block. I’m not always a fan of his work (which can get grandiosely overwrought), but this piece seemed to speak to the protest zeitgeist.

Most interestingly, the museum has a program in which groups of local high school students develop the wall text that goes along with the works. Here is what Noel Vega, Rey Flores, Jordan Vega, Aaron Jones and Charmaine Sloan, from Emily N. Carey High, had to say about Pereda’s sculpture:

Alejandro described the light bulbs as the soul of the structure. Just like a building where columns hold up a structure, the bulbs are the columns and when lit it gives an allegory of stress and time. We feel that Alejandro’s pieces are very unique. They are interesting because of the way he sets up the heavy materials on top of lighter materials that anyone wouldn’t think would hold it up. The purpose of his work, we think, is to show that a single thing can’t hold up something heavy but if it’s in a group anything is possible.

Nicely done.

Photos: Dominican artists Quintapata at the Centro Cultural de España in Lima.


Boobies!!! A whole wall of them. The piece is titled Muro, 2009 by Raquel Paiewonsky. (Photos by C-M.)

While my mission on this trip to Lima has been to eat and to eat again, I have managed to sneak in a few visits to art galleries between degustaciones. The best show thus far has been an exhibit of contemporary Dominican art that I happened to catch at the Centro Cultural de España on the Plaza Washington, near downtown. The show, Mover la roca (Move the Rock), features new works by the D.R. arts collective Quintapata, whose members are Tony Capellán, Pascal Meccariello, Raquel Paiewonsky, Jorge Pineda and Belkis Ramírez. Overall, a highly interesting show. And way better than the couch art I’ve been admiring at many of the city’s commercial art galleries.

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Calendar. 05.19.09.


Chusma, 2008 by Luis Gispert. (Image courtesy of Fredric Snitzer.)

Art That Loves You Back: Ernesto Neto at the Park Avenue Armory.


Drippy nutsacks as far the eye can see. (Photo by C-M.)

We love art. We hold it in high esteem. We write about it. We talk about it. We fix it when it’s broken. But what does art ever do for us? (Besides provide us with something to look at while sipping bad chardonnay.) Well, in the case of Ernesto Neto’s piece at the Park Avenue Armory, in NYC, it loves us back. His sprawling installation — think: mom’s pantyhose gone fantastically amoebic — contains various chambers that embrace you in the most womb-tastic ways.

A small, red-tinted tent (on the right), is filled with a squishy soft floor and lavender pillows. Perfect for midday naps. A testicular-looking chamber towards the back features a giant Barney-purple pillow that engulfs you in a spongy bear hug. And a Chuck E. Cheese-style ball pit, filled plastic spheres, suspends you above the ground, while providing needed acupressure. (It’s incredibly restful, provided you’re willing to fight off the three-year-olds.) Connecting all of these sensual delights are monstrous intestines lined with dangling organs that are scented by a line-up of aromatherapy-worthy spices like ginger and clove. 

What’s it all mean? Who gives a crap? All I know is I haven’t felt this good since I chilled out on those labial pillows at the Pipolotti Rist exhibit at MoMA earlier this year. 

The show is up until June 14. Do not miss.

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Calendar. 04.28.09.


Children’s Bedroom, 2009 by Ronald Morán at Bronx River Art Center. (Image courtesy of Bronx River Art Center.)

Calendar. 03.26.09.


Net-Works, 2008 by Penny Hes Yassour at Stux Gallery, in NYC. (Image courtesy of Stux.)