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The great and legendary blue grass guitarist Doc Watson died this week at the age of 89. I saw him perform once about 10 years ago at the Village Vanguard in the west village and it was a truly memorable performance. This is a painting I did over an old monotype of a dog, which I suppose is apropos, considering his blindness and the hang dog blues he sometimes played on his Gibson. It’s a distorted image and not a great likeness, but here’s to Doc.
Doc Watson, oil over monotype on paper, 10″ x 18″
we moved out of our old place, have yet to move into our new place so i am a bit homeless and therefore have no art update. this is an experiment as to how I maintain my identity as an artist while I navigate the changes in life. I will physically get to the studio this week, however, getting my head/heart into the studio practice may present some interesting challenges. in the meantime i’ll enjoy the springtime weather
Yesterday Toni Tiller posted about the show Its a Small, Small World, also called Cluster Fluck, an open show at Family Business, a 10′ x 12′ foot space curated by a very funny Hennessy Youngman. Entertaining art happening. There may have been maybe 100 artists represented; here’s the little piece I had in it. It was in a good spot. On the other hand, when you’re talking about 120 square feet, any spot is a good spot.
Drunken Silenus, ink and graphite on paper, 11 x 8
Below is a recent Monotype reworked with oil.
April, oil paint into monotype on paper, 24″ x 18″
Silvermine Art Center in New Canaan, CT is organizing a fundraising event it has hosted for 10 years now, Signed, Sealed and Delivered. It’s an art sale and auction designed for collectors and art lovers featuring over 500 small, 4″ x 6″ original works in all media for sale at $50 each, to benefit the Center’s programs and outreach.
I’m contributing these 3 tiny paintings, all oil over monotype on Rives BFK printmaking paper. I rarely, if ever, paint this small with oil and I find it to be a disciplined exercise in control and direct manipulation of materials and form. Hellzalotta of fun.
SSD 1, oil on monotype on paper, 6″ x 4″
SSD 2, oil on monotype on paper, 6″ x 4″
SSD 3, oil on monotype on paper, 4″ x 6″
that’s right … last week was work for pay. nuthin more, nuthin less and nuthin to show. i promise this time next week, there will be something worth reading and seeing. until then … here’s a picture of one of my images in a show curated by brian dupont opening october 6 in new york. here’s a link for more info extra gallery
I ran over to MOMA ( the Museum of Modern Art, for all those neophytes) the other night and zipped right in with a membership card through the thousands of tourists and what seems like -every friday night at MOMA- a holiday weekend at JFK. I visited a great show from their Contemporary collection, and a mind-blowingly large retrospective of Henri Matisse. Among the intense range of his paintings and drawings from his years in Paris, Morocco and Nice were some monotypes which he obsessively did for several months in 1914. He made 70 that year, 10% of his lifetime total. The simple, rich, heavy, flat yet deep black with contours drawn to reveal stark white lines against said black were powerfully elegant.
I came home and played around with the black that I had drifted away from. Here is a figure I made using tools like a screwdriver, pencil, knife and razor blade. I’m also including a related but tonally very different image, one from a series made with india ink, pencil and letraset ink on paper.
This film just came out: Herb and Dorothy Its playing in New York.
Herb and Dorothy Vogel were a working class couple living in a rent controlled one bedroom apartment and they spent all their money on contemporary art. The stipulation was it had to be under $100 and it had to fit in the car. Over the past 45 years they amassed a huge half-billion dollar collection they stuffed in their apartment. They eventually donated -not sold- the entire collection to the Smithsonian.
I made a monotype for my father on his 90th birthday celebration.
It is a widely accepted notion among painters that it does not matter what one paints as long as it is well painted. This is the essence of academicism. There is no such thing as good painting about nothing.
- Mark Rothko
Harry, 2009, monotype, 18 x 12
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Recession hurtin’? Want good, reasonably priced art? Huh? well do ya? Check out theAffordable Art Fair in NYC going through Sunday the 10th.
So my niece Margaret (Meg), a fine photographer – Meg’sBlog– comes over to hang out and paint, but we decide to head on out to Coney Island instead, to shoot some photos and maybe spot LizardMan. Steph prompted the whole idea in an earlier post, but it was well past his show time when we got in the car. The fog was thick as soup and Meg and I were crawling around in the misty mess when finally we spotted the Circus Sideshow Freak Bar, and low and behold, there was Lizardman hmself, holding a post-performance chat with his fans and a few gecko groupies. He spoke of his sword swallowing techniques among other things, and we took some pictures. His dedication to his self-mutilation –– that is, uh, craft – is remarkable. Well, here are some shots.
And then we meet Jim Morrison- uh, I mean, the Lizardman:
Ever since my father took me to Madison Square Garden, when I was 7, to see the Barnum and Baily circus I have been fascinated with it and the side show.
An artist and photographer, James Mundie, let me know about this.
There is an exhibition of human oddities and medical anomalies at a gallery in downtown Los angeles called the Todd Browning Gallery, named after the director of the classic horror film, “Freaks”. The gallery specializes in vintage and contemporary photography by international artists. The show is called Shock and Horror
from New Museum.org:
The New Museum’s current show “The Generational: Younger Than Jesus” will be the first major international museum exhibition devoted exclusively to the generation born around 1980, tapping into the different perspectives, shared preoccupations, and experiences of a constituency that is shaping the contemporary art discourse and prescribing the future of global culture. In the United States, this demographic group is the largest generation to emerge since the Baby Boomers, while in India half the population is less than twenty-five years old; the sheer size of this generation ensures its worldwide influence. By bringing together a wide variety of artists and contextualizing their different approaches, “Younger Than Jesus” will capture the signals of an imminent change, identify stylistic trends that are emerging among a diverse group of creators, and provide the general public with a first in-depth look at how the next generation conceives of our world. Revealing new languages and attitudes, the exhibition will comprise a portrait of the agents of change at the beginning of the twenty-first century.
It opens today in manhattan.
This Saturday, April 4th is the opening for a group show of monotypes curated by the
Monotype Guild Of New England , an organization dedicated to the unique print, of which I have been a member for a few years. The guild boasts some very dedicated and talented printmakers. The show, Endless Possibilities , is at Lynn Arts, in Lynn, Massachussetts, and is one of several events being held throughout the Boston area in conjunction with the North American Print Biennial. So if anyone is in the neighborhood over the next month and likes free alcoholic grape drink and soft cheese-foods, check it out.
Borias and Orythia (after Rubens), 2008, monotype, 16 x 20
We went to see the documentary,“Guest of Cindy Sherman” , last night in Greenwich Village and it left me with mixed feelings. Very entertaining and maybe a little too long, it paints a great, bitter picture of the overblown downtown art scene, the biggest joke being the bloated Julian Schnabel’s performance. I’d recommend seeing it if and when it comes to your neck of the hemisphere.
This link combines my love of several things, art, subways, irreverence, and outlaw parties. Improv Everywhere is a group dedicated to causing “scenes of chaos and joy in public places”, and they decided to have a gallery opening in the 23rd street subway. Check it out.
An art collective I belonged to years ago, Blueprint, did something similar about 15 years ago, but instead of treating what was there as art we went down and hung our own. It took about a month of planning, measuring out and allocating billboard spaces to about 25 artists, who then had the rest of the month to make something according to size. Then on the appointed date we swarmed the station with a bucket of wheat paste and a makeshift bar. I can’t say any of the art hung was particularly good or groundbreaking, but we had a hell of a time. Considering the strict vandalism laws it was surprising only one person got arrested and they had to work really hard to get that to happen. I guess if you strip off all your clothes, wrap yourself in paper and paste and then roll around on the hood of a police car eventually they have to give in and arrest you.
-Toni “bunnie” Tiller