Archive for September, 2006

September 22, 2006 Art, Travel

De Young Museum 1

The good word about the Quilts of Gee’s Bend show was the bait that made me desire to make a trip to the De Young Museum in San Francisco. I had never been to the old De Young, so I have no way of comparing the space, or the programs to the new one. I really had no idea what to expect, other than an impressive building and a quilt show, before I visited.

The Museum

We went to the De Young on a Saturday, which although not the best day for museum viewing, is the best day to get an idea of how a museum really functions. It was crowded, but not so much that you felt rushed, or put on by other people.

The exterior of the building is stunning. I used to work with copper a lot in college, and it’s one of my favourite metals. You can do a lot with it, and it will do a lot of amazing things if left on its own. I’m looking forward to seeing what the building looks like as various environmental forces begin to work on it. It looks just right in the park - they’ve got an great big safety pin by Claes Oldenburg and an Andy Goldsworthy - safe, but solid choices for an outdoor sculpture collection.

Inside is another matter. I’ve been going to a lot of museums lately, and the interior space of the building bothers me to no end. The building essentially consists of three linked rectangular blocks, each three stories in length. I don’t know why, but the sterility of the interior design makes me feel as if I’m at the mall - each room another, all too similar store that I must investigate.

The Collection

The permanent collection is huge, and although there are some tremendous pieces, it seems assembled to provide the broadest possible perspective on art history. It’s really the kind of museum where you might be advised to experience through regular, short visits. All of the rooms are ogranised in a pretty common style - rooms full of loosely associated stuff - trompe loeil, stuff related to food, furniture, various geographic regions, etc… I understand that this is the most neutral way to present art to the public and it certainly does allow the viewer to compare similar or related work, but I really miss the targeted curatorial intent that is seen in special exhibitions or gallery shows. Does a museum need to own works by an incredibly broad selection of artists, or can it succeed through more focused attention? I’m not questioning the De Young specifically here, it’s museums in general that I seem to feel lack focus in their collections.

The full Flickr set of my visit is viewable here, but I’d like to pay special attention to a few of the objects in the collection that I have images of.

Wayne Thiebaud - Rivers and Farms - De Young Museum

Above: Wayne Thiebaud, Rivers and Farms

I can’t say enough what a craftsman Thiebaud is. Anyone who’s spent a five minutes with an art history text or even a magazine has seen examples of his work. As much as I’ve loved his cakes and the gumball machines (they have one at the De Young, but it didn’t get photographed - my mistake), I like his landscapes more. While they lack the “easy to read” symbology of the food related paintings, I’m just drawn in by the colours and the brushwork in a way that I’m not with almost any other artist.

Mel Ramos Superman

Above: Mel Ramos, Superman

Mel Ramos was the first non-comic artist I can think of to do real justice to comics (although museums that own his or other comic derived work ever reference the original comic artists who’s work is almost always blatantly copied, in this case DC artist Curt Swan - this is a major error and symobises a failure of museums to adequately present the context or history of works, especially pre-contemporary ones, to the casual viewer).

Cornelia Parker Anti-Mass 1

Above: Cornelia Parker, Anti-Mass

This is a tremendously moving piece. The composition suggests the chaos of an explosion, or more specifically a cubical volume of space seperated from the total chaos of an explosion. In this work I see both the fury of agressor and victim, as if this cube represents a quantified unit of human suffering. It’s both well installed and lit, which is difficult for a piece like this. There’s a colour and surface quality that only comes across in person - the charcoal appearance of the burnt wood is what makes the piece, the photo above doesn’t do it proper justice. The label has a different take on the work than I get from it, describing it as reflective in nature, but knowing the history of the materials, I have trouble understanding it in that way.

De Young Museum - fireplace

Above: Mantlepiece (sorry, can’t read the rest of label)

This is the kind of object I want to see more of in museums. I’m passionate about craft and use objects, and pieces like this can go a long way to contexualise more common museum objects, like paintings and scuptures. This 19th century piece, originally installed in lodge, says a tremendous amount about masculine culture and the asethetics of priviledge at the time. The center of the piece, which features a boar being devoured by hunting dogs speaks volumes.

Claes Oldenburg - Safety Pin

Above: Claes Oldenburg & Coosje van Bruggen, Safety Pin

I am a sucker for huge stuff. I like “world’s biggest” anything kind of stuff. And I really like Claes Oldenburg & Coosje van Bruggen’s work. As far as I’m concerned every one of their collaborations has been a success. But I always have to ask the question - I bet you could pick up an equally well designed giant anything for less by paying local fabricators and not bothering with the expensive fine artists. What’s the difference between a giant safety pin made by famous artists and a giant fork made by comission by unnamed fabrications? What’s the difference in labor costs between comissioning a pair of super famous international artists and hiring an engineer?

I’d really like to see a vs. battle in which Oldenburg and Bruggen are put against a series of local architects. Possibly carried out as a reality show. It would be way cooler than Artstar, as it would be both a ladder competition and it would have tool/construction junkie/gearhead appeal. Maybe then we could settle this particular art historical puzzle, and in an arena that could not be more representative of our society.
Quilts of Gee’s Bend

I really enjoyed the work in the Gee’s Bend show (no photos allowed, sorry). I’ve spent the past decade sewing a number of elaborate patchwork garments - this was right up my alley. I have some conflicting thoughts on the museum display of “use objects” and the art market that always surrounds folk art of the minute. The realisation that the quiltmakers of Gee’s Bend now serve a market of wealthy patrons, who will likely never huddle for warmth under a thin blanket again in their lives, de-contextualises and in some way lessens the importance of their work. On the other hand, I’m sure that the quiltmakers live far more comfortable and stable lives now that their work finds its way to deeper pockets.

The simple fact that these quilts were originally made for the purpose of maximising sparse resources and providing warmth to those who might otherwise be cold is at the core of their aesthetic and value as objects. The fact that the show has its own mini museum store located right at the entrance (taking the mall analogy further - this reminds me of the carts and kiosks that have become standard in malls today), where one can buy any number of Gee’s Bend logo merchandise, only makes things worse. This to me represents the Disneylandification of museum space, with middle class familes buying junk replaced by upper class individuals buying junk.

The space and atmosphere made it impossible to really see the work. I’m not sure if the gallery they used is their “special exhibitions only” gallery, but the space was like a hallway - the building’s design lends itself to rectangular, hallwayish spaces. Quilts are large work, and to be seen properly, they need lots of light and lots of space, and they had neither, especially given the crowd buildup in the gallery. I’m sure that the situation might have been a little less pressured had I visited on a weekday, but the museum needs to be able to provide a quality experience every day, and the weekend factor is no excuse.

Chicano

I’ll start this off by saying that I’m not particularily sympathetic to indentity politics, and Latino identity politics in particular don’t go over well with me. Living in Southern California, I’ve been blessed with a long term immersion in Latino heritage, but many political elements of the Latino community really turn me off. In fact I’m ashamed as an Angeleno by much of the Latino politcal community. When it comes to art that’s organised around identiy politics, there’s great work out there, but I find much if it relies on amplifications of real and perceived persecution and racism that in the end only serves to further divide people. Rather than engage in a public dialog, work of this nature relies so heavily on sterotype that the artists paint themselves and their work into rather unimaginative corners.

Chicano is a travelling exhibition consisting of three components, first Chicano Visions: American Painters on the Verge, which consists of selections from the Cheech Marin collection, possibly the best collection of contemporary American Latino art in existence, Chicano Now: American Expressions, which is a “5,000 sq. foot interactive exhibit” and Chicano Encounters: Local Places and Global Communities, which is being organised by each museum on the tour as a localised compliment to the other two elements.

Like the Gee’s Bend show, there is a sales kiosk when you come to the end of the exhitibition. First, I don’t like it that exhibitions have become analogous to theme park rides (in that they have a structured narrative with a beginning and ending), and second, I think we’ve gone too far when it comes to the merchandising of major art exhibitions. I like musuem stores (they’re great places for upper class yuppies to do all their Christmas shopping or to buy all the “right” coffee table books), but I don’t want to feel like I’m being sold T-shirts at high volume after coming off of Space Mountain.

Chicano Visions - I got to spend a fair amount of time with the catalog when I was working on the Patssi Valdez solo show that we had last year at Angels Gate, as her work is prominently featured on the cover and we had a reference copy on hand. There are pieces in this show that I really like, it was great to see them beyond the catalog, and they didn’t disappoint - but I find it sad that so much of the work fails to escape the subject matter and colour scheme that has become the hallmark of Latino art. I know too many Latino artists who’s work stretches far beyond the boundaries of Cheech’s collection, and I feel that the work becomes akin to the Gee’s Bend Quilts in that it serves the consumer needs of a moneyed class who’s vision of Latino culture is limited to sterotype.

That being said, I really enjoyed being able to see George Yepes, Gaspar Enriquez and Melisio Casas work. Although “traditionally Latino” in terms of subject matter and composition, their work is really awesome. I don’t want to come across as knocking the other artists in the exhibition - there’s no work that’s sloppy or weak. I just think that the composition of the collection and the exhibition presents the Latino experience as a sadly limited one.

Chicano Now - I got beef with this one. Although there’s a fun video take off on Neil Diamond’s Coming to America by the Brown Men, much of this exhibit seems to be a lot of “look at all of the things Chicanos can do!” They’re just like regular people! Really! I find this kind of material offensive and racist when I look at it. It’s not important that so and so was the first Latino astronaut - it’s important that no one gives a damn that the astronaut is Latino. I certainly don’t. I like to think that our society has moved past that point - even if we haven’t, making an icon out of every minority group (with white folks the minority in many places in the U.S. are we going to start seeing “first white person to….”?) continues the colonial era behaivor of treating other races like children.

Chicano Encounters - This was the best part of this exhibit. Much of the work consists of prints created through the Mission Cultural Center for Latino Arts in San Francisco. A lot of the work relates directly to both local and national political issues, and a lot of it consisted of prints. This was the most relevant and significant part of the show, and it outshone the “travelling mega-exhibition” that it accompanied. Kudos to the De Young for highlighting some really good work. I wished I had been able to take pictures in this area, but I couldn’t.

September 19, 2006 Art, Travel

I only really managed to zip through the rest of the Asian Art Musuem of San Francisco’s collections, I was running out of memory in the camera, so I could only shoot some of what I saw. The one thing not in this post or in the Flickr set that I really dug was the insanely large jade objects collection. I had no way to either spend personal time with it or to document it for later, but it demands a re-visit, and I’ll be putting aside a few hours for a return visit next time I’m in the Bay Area.

Also seen but not photographed was the insane number of Buddhist and Hindu religious sculptures. The sheer number was totally overwhelming, and felt a bit hodge-podge. I tend not to be particularily interested in that school of imagery, as it reminds me of hipsters and “lost adult” seekers. Sometimes I get into an object because of the craft or the narrative, but it’s really not my cup of tea.

Lastly, there’s a really beautiful collection of Central Asian and Persian ceramics that also deserves a re-visit. I spent as much time as I could there, but I really wanted to take about 20-30 reference photographs. Text and geometric designs - two of my favourite things, and in Arabic, possibly the world’s most elegant looking language. Note to self - buy 4 GB memory card and get it over with.

On to the pictures.

Chinese mystery orb

Chinese bamboo undershirt

Above: China

The museum’s collection of Chinese artifacts is awesome. As noted above, I didn’t have the memory or the time to shoot the jade room, but I’ll be back for that. The two objects above stuck out dramatically from the rest of the collection. The spherical container dosen’t resemble anything that I know of in Chinese art, and seemed totally unrelated to anything in the room with it. It looked more like an ornate space capsule than anything else - now I’m on a quest to learn more about it. The bamboo undershirt was, according to its label, used to prevent sweat stains from damaging silk garments in hot climates. I cannot imagine wearing such a thing, even less making one, but it’s beautiful and revealing.

Persian teapot

Above: Persia

I fell in love with the novel design on the above teapot - that’s it. I wonder how well the spout works mechanically, though. Regardless, I’d steal the design if I were making a teapot of my own.

Sikh helmet Indian punch dagger

Above: India

The coolest thing about the helmet is that it was designed for a Sikh, and is shaped to accomodate the wearer’s topknot. Read the musuem label here if you like. The katar (punch dagger) is a great example of an unusual weapon. The design is native to India and is not known elsewhere in the world.

deer-headress

Above: Thailand

I dig crazy hats. I’m really fond of headgear that incorporates antlers or animal horns. The above headdress, designed to portray a magical demon deer in the Ramayama, kicks ass. Why people don’t wear stuff like this all the time is totally beyond me. More info on the label, including a short synopsis of the drama it would be worn in.

cas of kris daggers 2

Above: Malaysia

The msueum has a suprisingly large collection of Kris daggers. The Kris dagger is an interesting weapon, as it combines a great deal of ritual, national identity and superstition with weapon that is best used against an unarmed opponent at close range. In other words, it’s a weapon for killing, not for fighting. They vary widely in design, and the sheaths are as distintive as the blades themselves.

Tibetian ritual objects

Above: Tibet

Once again, I didn’t have anywhere enough memory to take a lot of pictures, but I had to get a shot of the above collection. The ritual dagger, a largely blunt ceremonial object, and the accompanying ewer (pitcher) made from a human skull. I learned a long time ago that I approve of any culture that makes effective use of the skull as a decorative object or as a practical one. There’s a reasonably readable shot of the museum label, with lots of info on the dagger.

Karkhana - Make Your Own Jet Fighter Karkhana - Saira Wasim

Above: Karkhana: A Contemporary Collaboration

Six Pakistani artists, making works in the style of a Karkhana, a traditional gathering of artists of varying skills to collaborate on pieces. I got really into this show - I liked the work and I’ve been reading a lot about Pakistan lately. Ghost Wars, Steve Coll’s definitive text on the CIA in Afghanistan prior to September 11 goes into great detail on the politics of Pakistan, especially the military and intelligence politics of the nation. That, and other reading, have made the idea of instability in Pakistan scare the crap out of me, and I think the artists in the show craft their works with a deeper awareness of the restrained chaos of their homeland.

I really dug the two pieces above. I’m fond of diagrams of any sort, so the jet piece spoke to me on a visual level. The idea of a jet fighter as a toy, also struck me as representative of the military priorities of the region and the lack of responsiblity that Pakistan has taken regarding international security. The Saira Wasim piece, Friendship After 9/11, portrays an embracing Bush and Musharaff, both leaders who probably have no business being on the world stage, but whom a great deal of human destiny resides in.

September 18, 2006 Art

Working backwards (ignoring my aborted attempt to squeeze into the closed “The venue closed at 8 PM” Banksy show that was the last art related thing that I managed to do on a chock-full-of-art weekend. I was acutely and distinctly puzzled by the nature of the security guards at the warehouse - were they doing their job operating the “venue”, or were they a complex metaphor that, failing to penetrate, thwarted me?) in time, I managed to squeeze in a quick visit to the Asian Art Museum of San Francisco in the two hours before hotel check out. Luckily The Pheonix is located three blocks from the civic center where the museum sits, making for an easy trek. Why is the neighborhood most directly adjacent to the seat of civic government always the city’s most destitute?
I usually look at artifacts with a several purposes in mind - one that’s always at the back of my head is “what is the relationship between the culture of the museum and the culture that’s on display?” With Asian art, I’m usually asking the question - who stole this stuff, under what circumstances, and why hasn’t the dude who’s family crest is on the object come here, matching katana in hand, to claim what is most undeniably his. Why is part of somone’s temple located in the heart of Paris, France? Oh, colonialism…

On the West Coast, it’s different. I get to be spared the self-righteousness, as most of the objects are donated by the communities they came from. We’ve got our own Asians here, thank you, and they’re dying to leave their legacy at the local museum. Which is why San Francisco’s Asian Art Museum was unsuprisingly awesome.

On to the stuff. After being lightly searched and checking my bag, I grabbed a map and headed right for the escalator to the 2nd floor where the Japanese wing is. I figured I’d probably spend the most time there taking pictures, so I should go there first. The AAMSF has a standard no flash, take all the pictures you like photo policy, so I was totally happy. Their docents were so discreet as to be almost invisible, even though they were omnipresent, they were always coming or going, never lingering over your shoulder or staring you down. I took so many damn pictures, I’ll cover the other collections & exhibits in a seperate post.

AAMSF - netsuke rat ballAAMSF - netsuke glasses
AAMSF - netsuke basketAAMSF - netsuke woven

I’m obsessed with netsuke - they’re living proof that the Japanese have been anticipating the arrival of collectable Hello Kitty erasers for centruies. The four above were real standouts in the collection. I love rat netsuke, especially group rat netsuke, but I really liked the carving on the spherical one above. The dude in glasses clipping his toenails - I know there’s a story there, but it’s inaccessable to me. I’m unsure if it’s intended to be humorous, and I like that grey area. The two at bottom, one a meticulously carved ivrory basket containing stones, and the other, a meticulously woven basket in the shape of a mushroom show the attention to craft and detail that goes into the manufacture of these marvelous objects. My only complaint is that the collection is displayed so you can only see the netsuke from the front. The collection at LACMA in Los Angeles has special low cases so you can see all of them front and back.
AAMSF - netsuke & inro 3

You can’t tell me that there isn’t a direct relationship between the aesthetic of inro and netsuke (The sectioned laquered case above is called an inro, the netsuke keeps it from falling off when it’s attached to your obi) and Japanese cell phone culture. Somewhere in Japan there’s a woman in kimono and geta, clip-clopping her way down a narrow alley, wearing a laquered inro designed to carry her GPS DoCoMo keitai. Probably with a Hello Kitty netsuke holding it in place…

Samurai armour face masks and throat guards

My other obsession in any museum is tools - most museums have little to no tools and everyday objects, but they always have arms and armour, which are the next best thing. I have trouble looking at a pot or a painting and imagining how the person who made it or owned it lived, but I have no problem grasping the life of the users and makers of tools. The AAMSF is heavy on mainland Asia - but they have some choice pieces from Japan, like the collection of face masks and throat guards for Samurai helmets above. Once you’ve spent any time at all training with a Japanese weapon you understand the need to deflect sharp objects from the body, and to blunt the penetrations of arrows and other projectiles. Durring the Warring States period of Japanese history 87% of battlefield casualties were from arrow wounds - failure to cover every vital spot invited direct fire death at close range by disciplined Samurai archers.

Samurai helmet - frontSamurai helmet - side
The awesome helmet & face mask above takes the collection to a whole new level. It’s the most beautiful piece of Japanese armour I’ve ever been in the same room with - I wanted to bust open the case and wear the thing. The demonic face with facial hair, and the “you know I’m a badass”" scoops ascending from the back of the helmet. The museum label indicates that the elaborate design of this helmet was to identify the wearer, to both friends and enemies, in the thick of battle.

Japanese matchlock pistol

Two more objects demanded serious attention in the Japanese Collection. The above matchlock pistol and the rifle below. The rifle was no doubt a practical object, meant to be used, but still elegantly designed. The pistol, on the other hand, would have been nearly impossible to fire from horseback, and was most likely crafted and owned purely as a status object. According to the pistol’s label, matchlock pistols were almost never manufatured outside of Japan - they were that impractical. The laquer on the pistol is beyond elaborate and rivals the most beautiful guns of the American West. Someone loved that object, probably brought it out proudly to show every guest that walked in the doors.

Japanese matchlock & pistol

The rifle above (shown with pistol) is well made, not particularily astounding in any way. But the detail that sucked me in is the icon/logo/manufacturer’s mark inlaid on the butt stock. A rabbit, proving that the Japanese fascination with character design is neither new nor novel, sits starkly, daring Sanrio to manufacture a pink 12 gauge shotgun. I love it.

Japanese matchlock detail

So I love the Japanese collection at the AAMSF. There’s more to it, including an impressive palanquin, a collection of woven bag/baskets and small tsuba collection. Those and all my other AAMSF photos are in this Flickr set, for your viewing pleasure.

September 13, 2006 Art, My Art

It’s done - well, sort of. I got my project finished and now I get to sit down, cry and rub Ben Gay into my sore, sore shoulders. I think I almost got sick from the stress & work on Monday. I still feel like I’m operating at 90% after the last week. Here’s my photo wrap-up of the finished project, which I’ve gayly (sp?) named “No Fate” after the words carved into the picnic bench at the desert armoury in Terminator 2: Judgement Day. Young John Connor (played by Edward Furlong, who would later be dumped by human coke vaccuum Paris Hilton for beeing too much of a junkie), future savior of mankind, realises that his mother is quoting herself and the whole quote is “There’s no fate but what we make”, which then leads him to the correct conclusion that she’s gone off to kill Dyson, the guy who is working on developing Skynet from the 1st Terminator’s chip, and like a fucking moron, stops her. Sure he then helps them blow up the lab, but they could have done that on their own, after emptying his brainpan. But I digress…

I digress again… I’m jsut going to briefly anecdote my experience running into Linda Hamilton (or her twin sister, which she does have), late at night (after closing) in an elevator at the Beverly Center. I must have looked pretty agressive at the time, because the three floor elevator ride involved me standing around while she clutched her daughter to her chest, while shuddering in near panic. I’m still pissed about it. I expect a kick ass attitude from Sarah Connor, in or out of character. Digression done…
Los photos

final supplies

The final pile of supplies. We’re going to sew up a shitload of those one pound bags for the Artwalk, to give to visitors. The point is to share my largess with the people. Notice the 50 lb bag of salt. Read Mark Kurlansky’s Salt: A World History, it’s right up there with Guns, Germs and Steel in the “will change your perspective on the history of your species” category.

finalbookshelf

The final bookshelf. Pretty much my current reading list, pared down to relevant texts. 4th Generation Warfare has become an obsession of mine, as it defines a variety of conflicts which are currently the motive forces in the world today. Other items on the shelf include Michele’s Chinese warrior, a Hoover Dam snow globe, a mint in box Family Radiation Kit that I borrowed from Bill Ginder, a hand cast, white bronze, fully functional Rubik’s Cube (more on that elsewhere), a can of Campbell’s Tomato Soup (depicted in the Big Ass Painting) and this insane, anime decorated toilet paper I bought at the Alpine Village Swap Meet, while I was knife shopping.

carving ladies with knives

Guests carving. People really seemed to enjoy carving in the table. I think it’s because most people never handle anything sharp beyond their razor or a kitchen knife. It brings out an agressive streak in people. The malt liquor probably has something to do with it, too.
man sitting on throne

A random dude sitting in my throne. I really liked this guy, he got right into the project and immediately asked if he could sit on the throne. My kind of guest, eager to interact and throw himself into the project.

me with guests

Lastly, me chatting with artist Shannon Fincke and this random dude who got drunk, ate a shitload of cookies, wierded everyone out and somehow left with some German chick’s phone number. Shannon’s about to explode in this picture, if I were her I’d be really nervous, but she seems to take pretty naturally to motherhood. Suprisingly, the pants I was wearing were totally comfortable, I could wear them all day. I’ll probably shoot better shots of me as an element of the project when I’ve got the gallery to myself.

September 8, 2006 Art, My Art

Friday - lunchtime. After 3 hours of intense and intimidating Tendo Ryu training, I’m about to go back into the studio, but first some unwarranted sharing!

throne is shaping up

Here’s the #10 can throne, all tied up. I need to finish the back tonight, and the support that will keep it from falling over, with me on it, backwards, during or right before the opening, embarassing me until the end of time

Tent inside

Above - interior view of the tent-space. I’m really happy with the tent, and I’m feeling “almost done” with the project, but I’m sure there’s many a detail to hammer out still.

September 7, 2006 Art, My Art

There’s so many small tasks to do in preperation for Saturday’s opening that it almost seems impossible, but then you finish one and the world gets a little brighter. My painting is damn near done - at least one actual painter seems to think it’s good, and it carries the narrative that I want it to. Last night we came into the space to discover that there’s a leak coming down from the mysterious concrete and steel heavens of the building, possibly from a bunch of Burners who returned the night before in a cloud of dust, zombied their way upstairs and probably took the longest showers ever, after being absent during our entire installation. Nothing was permanently damaged, but Adrian de la Pena’s piece “A Nice Meal for Yamauba” is certainly threatened by the leak, and something’s going to have to be done about it. We also discovered some other leak indicators in one room, necessitating the thoughtful placement of a pair of video projectors and their trappings.

Can throne testing

With the exception of the final construction and placement of the above throne of cans (anyone want 60 gallons of tomato sauce? Perhaps for bikini wrestling?), everything I’m doing now is about fine details.

Michele block printing

Here’s Michele block printing the bags that will be filled with rice. Linoleum block printing on burlap is not as easy or as productive as it seems. I had a ton of fun carving this block, I’m looking forward to carving more blocks in the future. Good thing that anything post apocalyptic can look a little rough!

malt liquor & lemonade tap handles

The beer taps! The only reason some folks go to openings, for the free booze. Well I hope our guests enjoy 10% ABV malt liquor, because there’s no cheap wine at this party, only quality home brewed malt liquor and a homemade lemonade. I used some wood I’ve been aging out back behind Walled City for the box, it’s nice and sturdy. The super phallic tap handles were a gift from genuis brewer Bob Tower.

Apocalypse bookshelf

The shelves - half stocked with my “apocalypse reading list” and other domestic objects. Mostly books on military subjects, also some books on apocalypse related topics, including Adam Parfey’s awesome Apocaylpse Culture books.

Big Ass painting 10

I’ve managed to include some more cleanup and details onto the painting - I’m happier, but not 100%. I’m a lot happier with the shirt, knowing what it looks like in real life, it’s hard for me to accept it without being cluttered with details. I love the way it looks in the space, especially now that I’ve curtained off my whole area.

September 6, 2006 Art, My Art

We got a lot done last night, I decided that my whole area needs to be much more tent-like. So in addition to the entry flaps, I sewed up a “tent side”, furher isolating and seperating my installation from the gallery space. It’s feeling pretty cozy now, and I like the effect.

Big Ass painting 9

I got the silver and gold onto the Big Ass Painting, cleaned it up a little, but I didin’t get to the final shading, and I want to do some more work on the shaft of what was originally going to be a spear (I like the concept of impalement - it’s final, decisive and fatal), but what I decided should be a naginata, as it’s a much more personal object to me.

Bench and tent wall

Above is where I tented in one side of the project. This did a great job of isolating the light sources, as well as blocking off access to the storage closet and keeping this immense television out of sight. The picnic bench is primered white, and I’ll be painting it black tonight. I’m going to be providing a pile of sharp implements for the convenience of viewers/participants table carving desires.

Installation view 9-5-06

Installation view - This is looking at my installation from the gallery. You can see where we’ve built out a bar height counter over the regular Brewery Project table, my pile of #10 cans, the tent flaps open, and the Big Ass Painting all sit. You can kind of see my “Apocalypse Reading” shelves behind the right hand I-beam.

September 5, 2006 Art, My Art

A post a day keeps abandonment away! I spent much of yesteday and this morning knocking out elements from the Contemplating Apocalypse installation. Edith’s plastic bag roof is shaping up, Michele is sewing up bean/rice bags, I built a proper bar, even my block prints are working out (I hope…). All of the PR E-mails are out there, now I get to finish my project while I wait and see who comes to our opening on the busiest opening night of year, as the “art season” starts. These early September openings can be really successful, or they can be heartbreakers.
Big Ass Painting 7

Here’s progress on the Big Ass Painting. I had to paint on the super high parts with a brush on a stick, which worked suprisingly well. I was kind of nervous that I was going to sneeze or something and cock up the whole thing, but it worked. Everything is pretty much done on the painting, but I still need to do extra coats, cleanup and add more details.
Big Ass painting 8

Above is a closeup of the “Strong Man/Aggressor” figure, aka, me. I’m not 100% on the colour of the shaft, I’m going to use a darker shade for the 2nd coat. I think the blue leg of the pants needs work, and I’ve got to fix my right foot some more.

September 4, 2006 Art, My Art

I totally abandoned this website - I couldn’t help it - I’ve been so goddamn busy and processing audio tape takes too much damn time… Anyways, I’m going to make some honest attempt to right this ship, as I need a place to host images and jibber jabber about all my ongoing projects, as well as boring the public at large with details of my exciting personal life.

Right now I’m in the middle of a huge project, so no new audio for a week or two. With the closure of the gallery aspect of Walled City, I’ve been keeping myself busy by organising the exhibition Contemplating Apocalypse at the Brewery Project. With only 5 days to go till we get to find out if my own art sucks and if I can fit into my overbuilt pants (that’s another post in itself), I’ll try and post some installation and opening night goodness.

Let’s start with some images of my project for the project. I’m constructing an environment, designed to contextualise my Conan-esque personal fantasy as a post-apocalyptic warrior king. I’m still not 100% on the final design. The space I’ve chosen is wierd, it has a big step, slumping concrete and is divided from the rest of the gallery by two I-beams that make a big V.

The primary visual element is a large scale painting that I’m making on a 12′x8′ billboard panel that I’ve managed to construct and which leans against one of the walls. I normally paint right on the wall, but the wall was funky and I wanted a flat surface. The panel is made of three 3/8″ MDF boards, and I’m painting on the textured side, which handles kind of like unforgiving canvas. Since I’m not a painter (I’m just a guy who occasionally needs to paint something as an element in a project), and this is the most detailed large scale painting I’ve done yet, I’m pretty nervous. This piece has shading, clothing folds and other details that need to be looser than the more graphic stuff I’ve done in the past. Loose is good, since it softens the edges and helps create the illusion of motion, or something like that, I think.

So here’s what I’m working on so far.

Setting the last panel

That’s me setting the last panel into place. Getting 4′x8′ plywood and 16′ long 2″x4″s into the building was a project into itself. Everything gets brought up a narrow, sharply turning staircase to the 2nd floor gallery.

painting projectionAfter it was installed, I hit the lights and turned on the projector. I use a monchrome version of the final image so that I can get good lines, as the colour image can be blurry when projected. Not only can I not paint, I can’t draw, either. So essentially I’m a double loser, tracing my art and painting by numbers. Someday, like Jeff Koons, I’ll be able to pay pathetic “desperate to be somebody” graduate students to to this for me…
Big Ass Painting 3

This is what the painting looks like at the end of the 1st day. I’ve got a lot of work to do, but it’s looking alright.

Big Ass Painting 4

That’s a closeup of what I’m calling the “begging figure” or “weak man”. John Gill was the model for the image. Yes, he’s holding a cheezy ass Campbell’s Tomato Soup can. It’s more of a “whatever” than a reference. The paper taped next to him is the colour guide, as there are no notes on the painting itself. The image was composited from two photos, and I’m re-sized to make me look larger and closer to the viewer.
Anyways, I’m off to install…