Tagged: NYC

Calendar. 10.31.12.


Sunset from the Kosciusko Bridge, NYC, June, 2011. (Photo by C-M.)

Like everyone else in the country, I’ve been tracking the storm as it barreled along the East Coast and pummeled New York, the city I called home for 19 years. It’s been pretty excruciating to watch — and certainly infinitely worse for everyone who experienced it.

As a matter of course (and in a fit of optimism), I’ve listed this week’s NYC gallery openings. But as Hyperallergic, Art Fag City, Artforum, Art in America, Jerry Saltz, and Gallerist NY have been reporting, numerous art neighborhoods have been hit hard by the floods (not to mention lots of individual artist studios) and no one can be sure that any of these openings will go down as planned, especially with the transportation systems in shut-down mode.

Anyhow, I hope everyone is safe and dry and that things soon return to the pre-storm levels of loud-mouthed self-obsession.

xox,
C.

  • NYC: Trenton Doyle Hancock, at James Cohan Gallery. Opens Thursday, in Chelsea. Update: The opening has been rescheduled for Thursday, November 8 at 6pm.
  • NYC: Lima Rooftop Ecology, at Apexart. Opens Saturday at 3pm, in downtown Manhattan. Update: The gallery didn’t sustain any damage in the storm, but is currently closed due to power outages. Stay tuned.
  • NYC: Edgar Arcenaux, Building Loving & Distrustful Relationships, at Maccarone. Opens Saturday at 6pm, in the Meatpacking District. Update: Postponed until further notice.
  • NYC: Cy Twombly, The Last Paintings, at Gagosian Gallery. Opens Thursday, on the Upper East Side. Update: This opening is going on as planned. Any activities at the Chelsea galleries have been postponed.
  • NYC: Artist’s Choice: Trisha Donnelly, at the Museum of Modern Art. Opens Friday, in Midtown.
  • NYC: Francis Alÿs, Reel-Unreel, and Luc Tuymans, The Summer is Over, at David Zwirner. Opens Thursday at 6pm, in Chelsea. Update: This opening has been postponed. New date TBA.
  • NYC: Guillermo Kuitca, Diarios, at The Drawing Center. Opens Saturday, in SoHo. Update: The opening has been rescheduled for next Wednesday, November 7 at 6pm.
  • NYC: Ira Eduardovna, That. There. Then., at Momenta Art. Opens Friday, in Bushwick. Update: The opening has been rescheduled for Friday, November 9th at 6pm.
  • Philadelphia: Stikman, 20.1, at Stupid Easy Gallery. Opens Friday at 6pm.
  • Pittsburgh: Cory Arcangel: Masters, at the Carnegie Museum of Art. Opens Saturday.
  • Detroit: Revok, Ordinary Things, at Library Street Collective. Opens Friday at 8pm, in downtown.
  • Indianapolis: Beauty and Belief: Crossing Bridges with the Arts of Islamic Culture, at the Indianapolis Museum of Art. Opens Friday.
  • Chicago: Anna Jóelsdóttir, flying through the cuckoo’s nest, at Zg Gallery. Opens Friday at 5pm.
  • Miami: Dona Altemus, Onajide Shabaka, Magnus Sigurdarson, Rick Ulysse and Antonia Wright, Trading Places II, at the Museum of Contemporary Art North Miami. Shabaka is leading a tour through his space at the museum tonight at 6pm. This is the last two weeks to catch this show, which is up through November 11.
  • L.A.: Abraham Cruzvillegas, Autodestrucción 1, at Regen Projects. Opens Saturday, in Hollywood.
  • L.A.: (Re-) Cycles of Paradise, at LACE. Opens Thursday, in Hollywood.
  • L.A.: Ken Gonzales-Day, Profiled, Hang Trees, Portraits, at Luis de Jesus. Through December 8 in Culver City.
  • S.F.: Jasper Johns, Seeing with the Mind’s Eye, and Jay Defeo: Retrospective, at SFMOMA. Opens Saturday.

Miscellany. 04.23.12.


Not on Sale, by Skewville. Outside of Woodward Gallery on the Lower East Side. On view through April. (Image courtesy of Skewville.)

The Figure in Contemporary Art: Armory Show Edition.


The Armory Show provided the perfect location in which to scope out some works for my series on the figure in contemporary art (see parts one and two). Above, Marc Quinn’s Michael Jackson, from 2010, at Thaddaeus Ropac. A classical take on a fallen icon — reminding me of Michael Jackson and Bubbles by Jeff Koons, except naked.


Pieter Hugo, Mohammed Rabiu with Jamis, Asaba, Nigeria, 2007, at Yossi Milo. I was blown away by this series of photographs by Hugo when they came out, and it was nice to see a large print in person. The fair was heavy on photojournalism, especially series that deal with Africa.


Anish Kapoor, Untitled, 2010, at Lisson. True to my Midwestern roots, I wore blue jeans and a white T-shirt to the Armory… Now, thanks to Anish Kapoor’s reflective tendencies, you’ll all know about my child-bearing hips and incredible forearms. There was an abundance of mirrors, mirror finishes, and reflective plastics at the fair.

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The Digest. 02.08.10. Super Ranty Edition.


Boans, aka Booker, in NYC. (Photo by Jake Dobkin.)

  • Who Owns What in art history. (@tabgirl.)
  • Late addition: The NYT profiles Eli Broad, “a billionaire philanthropist whose beneficence comes with not just strings but with ropes that could moor an ocean liner.” (@KnightLAT.)
  • I love it when Jerry Saltz gets RANTY. Dude needs a YouTube channel, stat. A few points I take issue with in this writing-about-art tirade:
    • One, there already are online art mags out there (see Triple Canopy, Idiom).
    • Two, there’s an implicit assumption that art magazines offer a writer editing. C’mon dude, one word: ArtForum. If that stuff is “edited,” I don’t want to see what it looked like before it went in. Most unedited bloggers I read produce better copy than that. Besides, good editors are hard to come by in any media.
    • Three, dude has got to get over the anonymous trolls. They’ve always been around, it’s just that the Internet makes their trolling more public. I’ve worked at news dailies and weeklies where we’ve gotten vicious, crazy shit via every imaginable means — letters, packages, e-mails, not to mention psychotic phone calls. My advice: Let. It. Go. By getting enraged about this, you’re egging those freaks on.
    • Lastly, because I have to add my two cents: I think everyone in the art industry — especially writers — should be obligated to hold at least one job outside of it at all times (like long-haul trucker), ‘cuz there’s something to be said about having experience in the big wide world and not just in cement boxes full of objects. (In the interest of transparency: My name is Carolina A. Miranda and I approved this post.)
  • In a related story: the atomic drops are flying in ¡The John Yau versus Jerry Saltz Art Critic Smackdown! Let’s get ready to ruuuuuuuuuuuumble!!!!
  • And because it’s All-Jerry-All-The-Time here on C-Mon: Some websquatter is trying to send the The Great Saltzino a message.
  • Whew. Onto other things: Japanther is debuting a book in collaboration with Dan Graham.
  • Jeff Koons is hiring. (@16miles)
  • SFMOMA has raised $250 million for its new wing. (Arts Journal.)
  • 17 museum admissions tags from around the world. (@musueumnerd.)
  • Have been enjoying Man Bartlett’s 1stfans Twitter feed for the Brooklyn Museum. And yes, you have to be a museum member to read them. (It’s $20 a year, the price of about 5 cappuccinos. And no, I don’t want to hear any belly-aching about it.)
  • Shit I Wish I’d Made Up: The Marina Abramovic Energy Blanket, only $460.
  • Artspeak, “a grey porridge of abstract nouns.”
  • Silvio Berlusconi made of sand.
  • A Q&A with Shaquille O’Neal, curator. My favorite line: “I”m working with the greatest artist in the world, Peter Max.” (@ARTnewsmag.)
  • TwitPics from space. (@simondumenco.)
  • A blog called Studies in Crap. (Out There.)
  • One in four Americans is employed to protect the rich. (The Rumpus.)
  • When fine art plagiarizes fine photography.
  • Graffiti New York, one man’s three-decade chronicle of graffiti in the NYT. Funny line: “Some European aficionados arrive and immediately start asking how they can paint the side of a train. (Mr. Felisbret says some also think that teenagers rule the city and all graffiti writers are break dancers.)” See the slideshow.
  • Today’s Street Art: The tree shadows of Pablo Sánchez Herrero in Salamanca.
  • Madonna, aging pop star/green architecture patron.
  • Chocolate anus. Seriously.