Frank Ryan, Overpass, oil/canvas, 40×48, 2008 (Click to enlarge)
Archives for 2009
Today Show fall guy – Kerry Skarbakka
You can pull all the stops out
Till they call the cops out
Grind your behind till you’re bent.
But you gotta get a gimmick
If you wanna get a hand.
You can sacrifice your sacharo
Working in the back row.
Bump in a dump till you’re dead.
Kid you gotta have a gimmick
If you wanna get ahead.
Stephen Sondheim, Gypsy
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Sam Falls – night moves
Sam Falls (Click to enlarge)
Tania Kitchell – every breath you take
Air Supply, 1-5, 2004 Images via Western Bridge from James Harris Gallery. (Click first four to enlarge)
Silke Zeidler – street signs, continued
Silke Zeidler (Click to enlarge.)
The Icarus question, continued
Brianna Sendziak, Sea, 40 x 30 inches, C-print, 2009
More Icarus here.
End days for Garden and Cosmos
Garden and Cosmos: The Royal paintings of Jodhpur closes on Sunday at the Seattle Asian Art Museum. More information than you want to read here.
A lot younger than Jesus at the Jacob Lawrence Gallery
In response to Jen Graves’ provocative article, The Vancouver Problem (my response here), Ries Niemi logged the following reflections on Artdish, quoted in part:
I know a lot of Vancouver artists- and, some of them are just like Jen
describes, while others are just as provincial as she accuses Seattle
artists of being.
And in Vancouver, the shadow of a certain style of text and photo
based, detached and cold conceptual work, somewhat Baldessari-esqe,
hangs over a lot of the artists.
There has been a big concern lately, as Emily Carr has been closing all
the “crafty” art departments, and going more and more towards a Photoshop-only curriculum, that nothing but one style of art is
“approved” in Vancouver. And, strangely enough, THE EXACT SAME THING
has been happening at the (University of Washington).
Ries:
The text/photo crowd, most of whom are not “cold and detached” although
there’s nothing wrong with an ambitious chill, is in the ascendancy
everywhere. The extra reason why at the University of
Washington comes down to faculty: photographer Paul Berger and photo-technician/curator Michael Horn (neither of whom has a Web site), along with Rebecca Cummins and Ellen Garvens. Add the recently demised Larry Sommers, and you’ve got the Pied Pipers of the art department.
A
good crew graduates from the UW this year with BFAs in photography,
video and whatever trails those categories as installations.(Exhibit at
the Jacob Lawrence Gallery, through May 2. Tuesdays-Saturdays, noon-4)
From Sol Hashemi, Special Event
is a collage of the world’s corny surfaces, what takes up space around
us, our sometimes inadvertent lightening and brightening touches. At the
last minute, Hashemi added to the show a forlorn construct he’d made on
his way in, titled, Untitled (Mardi Gras Mylar Spray Pick #2).
He was doubtless thrilled to see it booted out soon after and placed
near a trash can, not in the trash can, which I presume would have been
better.
(Click images to enlarge.)
In the spirit of Robert Rauschenberg, rejoice.
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Congratulations, Holland Cotter
Mr. Cotter won the Pulitzer for criticism, story here.
Art critics have long been passed over for Pultizers. He’s an excellent
place to start. In an Allan M. Jalon profile of Cotter last December in
the Columbia Journalism Review (only the lead online), Jalon quoted me
saying..:
Of all the critics out there, I think I might like Cotter the most, not
only for his knowledge and insight (lots of critics have that) but for
the heart and soul he quietly brings to each piece.
Frank Zoretich – the cat god
Frank Zoretich was leaving the PI as I arrived. We met in passing but kept up, at first through his newsletters sent under the title, Friends of Frank, and later, as his fame grew, in a second edition, Friends of Friends of Frank. At the PI, he was known as the king of fluff, a title he wore with pride. Let others battle for the big news story, the trend, the deepish investigative foray. Zoretich is all about what others with an eye on the substantial disdain, such as, stories about cats.
Back in Seattle after stints at several newspapers in the Southwest, Frank contributed My God, the Cat! to A News Cafe, his first online only venture.
(Image, Julia Salamonik. Click to enlarge)
The problem with religion so far is that humans have chosen such
unreasonable gods to worship. Why haven’t we been smart enough to have
gods who are easy to please, who make demands we can meet without
excessive sacrifice?It’s a problem that vexed me for years – but I’ve solved it.
Although I always liked my cat, it wasn’t until I decided to embrace
theofelinity that our relationship deepened into something refreshingly
spiritual.A cat is a wonderful god. I’m not talking about the big cats like
lions or tigers or the fearsome part-feline beasts worshipped by
certain ancient civilizations. No, the perfect god is a house cat, a
god not likely to eat you alive for some minor infraction of its rules,
a god grudgingly dependent upon you for its survival, a god, in short,
very much like my cat.Scratch (that’s his name) requires only food on a regular basis, a
place to sleep that’s warm and dry, and petting sufficient to energize
his purr.Prayer to a cat is entirely optional. Despite the most fervent
pleading for divine favor, a cat will not intercede on your behalf. It
would be a waste of time to ask a cat to improve the weather, increase
the harvest, rescue you from financial difficulty, or smite your
enemies.And there is little to dread in the way of punishment for
transgressions, although Scratch did once afflict me with the
pestilence of ringworm. (Continued here)