tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81449714095936592242024-03-13T03:52:06.914-07:00The LaundromatThe Laundromat blog documents artist- curated contemporary art exhibitions at our space in Bushwick, Brooklyn N.Y.Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-62261448513328686432011-04-26T07:12:00.000-07:002011-04-27T20:42:29.242-07:00Naturaleza Muerta; Contemporary Mexican Painting, May 13-15, 2011<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWodA-30HD8/TbjVX9tZGiI/AAAAAAAAArM/OFXkXxi1eHc/s1600/InvitacionNaturalezaMuerta.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWodA-30HD8/TbjVX9tZGiI/AAAAAAAAArM/OFXkXxi1eHc/s400/InvitacionNaturalezaMuerta.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600460744313870882" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWodA-30HD8/TbjVX9tZGiI/AAAAAAAAArM/OFXkXxi1eHc/s1600/InvitacionNaturalezaMuerta.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><b><i>Naturaleza Muerta</i></b></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"> brings together the work of 5 emerging Mexican painters: Javier Areán (1969), Lilia Basulto (1982), Javier Peláez (1976), Rafael Rodríguez (1977) and Omar Rodriguez-Graham (1978).</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;">The exhibition began as an invitation for Omar Rodriquez-Graham to guest curate a group show of artists from Mexico City. What Mr. Rodriguez- Graham has instead proposed is a kind of symposium. The works to be exhibited are products of an ongoing dialogue among the artists, all of whom are grappling with and complicating a seemingly straight-forward problem: the act of looking at the world and constructing an image from it. His statement:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><i>Naturaleza Muerta is not a curated exhibition. It is </i></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;">the product of<i> an ongoing exchange that attempts to find common ground surrounding the idea of representational painting. Among the greatest forms of western art, painting is simultaneously burdened with history, and enriched by it. We recognize images on the multiple levels of perception, personal experience, and awareness of our cultural history.</i></span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><i>While each artist has approached this idea in his or her</i></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><i>own way, we have found an intellectual cohesion through a shared approach to painting that is principally concerned with its construction and history</i></span><span style="Times New Roman"font-family:";"><i>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We share the view that what must be seen is not that which lies within the painting</span></i></span><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, but</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> what is on the canvas</span></i></span><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><i>, in that fuzzy region between pure formalism and the influence of the real.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><i>We believe that to talk about painting, one must paint. The resulting works are our conversation.</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4NpCAsZUEU/TbjgJc5TeCI/AAAAAAAAArU/CQZ4HPmgaVg/s400/Arean.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600472589615200290" /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;">Javier Areán</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hio-nKAG6dQ/TbjgpRE0f_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/eYNLGHc5efw/s1600/RRodriguez.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hio-nKAG6dQ/TbjgpRE0f_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/eYNLGHc5efw/s400/RRodriguez.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600473136198090738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times-Roman;">Rafael Rodríguez</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times-Roman;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hio-nKAG6dQ/TbjgpRE0f_I/AAAAAAAAAr0/eYNLGHc5efw/s1600/RRodriguez.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hVlTIJ60DQ/TbjgpO9D0lI/AAAAAAAAArs/b5fhPpoGnjg/s1600/Pelaez.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8hVlTIJ60DQ/TbjgpO9D0lI/AAAAAAAAArs/b5fhPpoGnjg/s400/Pelaez.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600473135628669522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times-Roman;">Javier Peláez</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky13v2y6ufM/Tbjgo_O23MI/AAAAAAAAArk/3cCB8f7eRTg/s1600/ORodriguez.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky13v2y6ufM/Tbjgo_O23MI/AAAAAAAAArk/3cCB8f7eRTg/s400/ORodriguez.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600473131408350402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px; " /></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times-Roman;">Omar Rodriguez-Graham</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times-Roman;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lmDYSdXOik/Tbjgokd523I/AAAAAAAAArc/OVXK2EtaAtI/s1600/Basulto.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lmDYSdXOik/Tbjgokd523I/AAAAAAAAArc/OVXK2EtaAtI/s400/Basulto.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600473124223703922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;">Lilia Basulto</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;">Special thanks for their generous support:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mVNL-dcfQ8/Tbjh6lD6CFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/-FchYbvuoV0/s1600/-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mVNL-dcfQ8/Tbjh6lD6CFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/-FchYbvuoV0/s400/-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600474533132372050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 268px; " /></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:12.0pt;margin-left:.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times-Roman;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7mVNL-dcfQ8/Tbjh6lD6CFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/-FchYbvuoV0/s1600/-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDRRW50R5aE/Tbjh6mLwoyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/icmmZZdNDBw/s1600/-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDRRW50R5aE/Tbjh6mLwoyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/icmmZZdNDBw/s400/-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600474533433746210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-56438970060990402892011-03-10T05:11:00.000-08:002011-03-22T20:40:05.397-07:002x4, curated by Joe Nanashe, March 25th-27th& April 2nd-3rd, 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiTJ-DX_tbY/TXjSfBivNlI/AAAAAAAAAps/buMu4Y2eves/s1600/2x4-postcard.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiTJ-DX_tbY/TXjSfBivNlI/AAAAAAAAAps/buMu4Y2eves/s400/2x4-postcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582443168557643346" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiTJ-DX_tbY/TXjSfBivNlI/AAAAAAAAAps/buMu4Y2eves/s1600/2x4-postcard.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPgvJiVtV4k/TXjOhb4KvsI/AAAAAAAAApk/EkBTK7cHQSg/s1600/Brilliant%2B%2528high%2Bres%2529.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPgvJiVtV4k/TXjOhb4KvsI/AAAAAAAAApk/EkBTK7cHQSg/s400/Brilliant%2B%2528high%2Bres%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582438811940077250" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><i>Brilliant</i> by Michael Scoggins</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Cambria;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>2x4<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">(too-bahy-fawr) <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://jimleestudio.com">Jim Lee</a><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.jamielpowell.com/">Jamie Powell</a><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Michael Scoggins<b><o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.carmentiffany.com/">Carmen Tiffany</a><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">2x4: A timber measuring 2 x 4 inches in cross section when untrimmed: equivalent to 1 5/8 by 3 5/8 inches when trimmed. It’s a common construction material, a standard unit, a building block in an almost molecular level. Ubiquitous, common, lowbrow, it’s the material of the laborer. Jimmy Carter uses them to build houses. Termites gnaw holes into them. They warp when wet. You can also beat a person to death with one. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Each artist uses common material, vernacular imagery, slang, with a workman’s sensibility, to explore volatile, profane, and physical experiences. Individually they address the inherent meaning in their chosen material while investing in personal histories and their own experiences. 2x4: 4 artists with 2 works each. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Curated by Joe Nanashe<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Cambria;">March 25-27 & April 2-3, 2011. Opening reception Friday March 25<sup>th</sup>, 7 – 10PM. </span>The gallery will be open from<span> </span>1- 6PM on March 26<sup>th</sup>, 27th, and April 2<sup>nd</sup>and 3<sup>rd</sup>.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Cambria;"></span>The Laundromat is an artist-curated exhibition space located at 70 Wyckoff Ave, # 1J, in Bushwick, Brooklyn. </p><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <!--EndFragment--> </div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-12747741968623662332011-01-26T19:26:00.000-08:002011-03-20T07:55:21.155-07:00Alexa Hoyer and Walsh Hansen, Friday February 18th at the new Laundromat<div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vvu1WTpp_dI/TYUj0w5biBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/xsIRMtEWx7k/s400/instview1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585910302208919570" /><br />Installation view, Walsh Hansen and Alexa Hoyer</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70U-icFzCWI/TYUn3RyEiqI/AAAAAAAAArE/odXIYpVBUnw/s400/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585914743442672290" /></div><div>Alexa Hoyer, <i>Cats, </i>2004<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ceUls-WtOM/TX5og8oOTuI/AAAAAAAAAqE/UV8OCmvkNnM/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e5Iov9E17o0/TX5oHDbJRkI/AAAAAAAAAp8/mA_dIKSordQ/s1600/IMG_1341.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e5Iov9E17o0/TX5oHDbJRkI/AAAAAAAAAp8/mA_dIKSordQ/s400/IMG_1341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584015058373527106" /></a><div>Alexa Hoyer, (L) <i>Subway, </i>2010 (R) <i>Eavesdropping, 2010-11</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i></i><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gANsP2xegBE/TYUm58QkkCI/AAAAAAAAAq8/QElpUbqDCDY/s400/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585913689692999714" /></div><div>Alexa Hoyer, <i>Eavesdropping, </i>2010-11</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e5Iov9E17o0/TX5oHDbJRkI/AAAAAAAAAp8/mA_dIKSordQ/s1600/IMG_1341.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ok22GRhMtq8"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxy-ChnQUxo/TX5norLPWXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/r3a12-QTn7I/s400/Picture%2B15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584014536468289906" /></a></div><div>Alexa Hoyer, video still from documentation of <i>Eavesdropping </i>performance</div><div><br /></div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw2fdykJs6Is227I3mZUJZsagxP000BqPVvwj7eg3C0bFTZ9_xhGW5tM_lEhL1ApvIbMZ4UWyNK5WAUNFTx-w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ok22GRhMtq8"><br /></a><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">Actors: Oscar Montoya and Lorraine Cink</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">Camera: John Loughlin</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxy-ChnQUxo/TX5norLPWXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/r3a12-QTn7I/s1600/Picture%2B15.png"></a><br /><div><div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TVIjl2X4vgI/AAAAAAAAApU/72ZbH0VdeTY/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571554822168559106" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Excerpt from <i>Eavesdropping, </i>text courtesy Alexa Hoyer</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A_1mHybHC3I/TYUlRKFjOxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/iyKE3-gTSBE/s400/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585911889518607122" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgzED35a5qw/TYUlRDirzgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Rx95tYc9ptQ/s400/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585911887761755650" /></div><div>Walsh Hansen, Installation view: (L) <i>The Fawn, </i>2010 (R) <i>The Animals, </i>2009-11</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TVIkpbT-NaI/AAAAAAAAApc/M8fpFuv4NVY/s400/Picture%2B10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571555983135487394" /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TUDzhX8carI/AAAAAAAAAok/q_Vd8AHKGdM/s1600/hoyeralexa9.jpg"></a><i>The Fawn, </i>video still courtesy Walsh Hansen</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTnsv7gIZ6m_tGj3TB_hs1sx_N2T5G4ith6255spGlxsQDnMnrbuj1zDIksDYfCmpcEIQyq9UMaoFQIHVzDg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><div>Walsh Hansen, <i>The Fawn, </i>2010</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BboK28fkPbg/TYUka-cS1BI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ywcUltLkcFw/s400/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585910958679839762" /></div><div>Walsh Hansen, <i>Badge and Gun, </i>2010-11</div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qy4a9i4R2Pw/TYUkLDEz3wI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rO7da1yFLKM/s400/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585910685045612290" /></span></div></div><div>Walsh Hansen, <i>The Animals, </i>detail</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwSYn_X485uIkST7F_8r_5l-VQUhtPoJ5WuxDWI77bKf66Rl-Nlpg8pB9LzSjrBxUdD9VKamvwC6OQ8TjJ40g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div>Walsh Hansen, <i>Duck and Squirrel, </i>2011</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Press Release:</div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Laundromat will feature new works by artists </span></span><a href="http://www.alexahoyer.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Alexa Hoyer</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> and Walsh Hansen for our first exhibition in the new space on Wyckoff Ave. as part of Beat Night, Bushwick galleries stay open late.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Alexa Hoyer will</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> present drawings, photographs and transcribed texts of conversations she overheard on the subway. She will also direct a performance based on these transcriptions. With the contribution of New York based actor and comedian Jen Kwok, a group of selected actors will be reenacting and reinterpreting these dialogues. In much of her work, Alexa Hoyer is concerned with</span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> the idiosyncratic elements of the mundane by highlighting unique quirks of the human experience.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Walsh Hansen will present two videos as well as several related drawings and sculptures. The characters in his videos include people and animals, both live and sculptural which interact in domestic spaces and urban landscapes. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">His work explores his own human tendency to anthropomorphize a representation in order to satisfy a base need for companionship. For the artist, the futility in this act and the inevitably unfulfilled need for reciprocity is evinced in a kitten’s contempt for its own sweater.</span></span><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This will be a two day exhibition. The opening reception is Friday February 18th from 7-10PM, and we are open on Saturday the 19th by appointment.</span></span></p><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hansen was born in Missoula, Montana. He is a graduate of the University of Montana and the Tyler School of Art in Philadelphia, PA. He currently lives in New York City.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Born in Hamburg, Germany, Alexa Hoyer holds a BFA from Webster University in St. Louis, Missouri and an MFA in sculpture from Tyler School of Art. Hoyer has a permanent video installation at the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, and has also shown her work throughout the US and in Europe.</span></span></span></div></div></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-86455659920062118942010-10-13T08:39:00.000-07:002011-03-14T12:16:13.310-07:00Cocktails and Dreams<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TLXTAzCKveI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/v8lHe2j7lz8/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TLXTAzCKveI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/v8lHe2j7lz8/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527556128319913442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:15px;">I was standing under a loft bed watching a young crowd in front of a wall of bargain artworks (NOTHING <span class="caps">PRICED OVER </span>$100) when an exotic-looking blue cocktail held by a lady attracted my eye... .</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:15px;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:15px;">- James Kalm</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:15px;">The Brooklyn Rail, Dec. 2010</span></i></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TLXTAzCKveI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/v8lHe2j7lz8/s1600/Picture+1.png"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb-YL7ih6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/RUJrM8CZVa8/s1600/INST.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb-YL7ih6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/RUJrM8CZVa8/s400/INST.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550403282253547426" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Installation view.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb-YL7ih6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/RUJrM8CZVa8/s1600/INST.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb8rrhxX8I/AAAAAAAAAoA/oufbrE1SN3Y/s1600/Allmaier.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb8rrhxX8I/AAAAAAAAAoA/oufbrE1SN3Y/s400/Allmaier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550401418129661890" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb8rrhxX8I/AAAAAAAAAoA/oufbrE1SN3Y/s1600/Allmaier.jpg"></a>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb8Hp1WWYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/o5wxkJgXqhg/s1600/Atz.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb8Hp1WWYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/o5wxkJgXqhg/s1600/Atz.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb8Hp1WWYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/o5wxkJgXqhg/s400/Atz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550400799199615362" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb8Hp1WWYI/AAAAAAAAAnw/o5wxkJgXqhg/s1600/Atz.jpg"></a>Liz Atzberger</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQmAILWl9-I/AAAAAAAAAoY/JHQfpusuTiM/s400/moon_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551108893685708770" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Kimberly Brandt</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb7jpnpMsI/AAAAAAAAAng/9nXoOscd6v8/s1600/Bruce4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb7jpnpMsI/AAAAAAAAAng/9nXoOscd6v8/s400/Bruce4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550400180666839746" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb7pL9urUI/AAAAAAAAAno/qcJ-Xjt_6XA/s400/Bruce3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550400275785624898" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Daniel Bruce<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb5tMMrnbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7-2BxsoTMeE/s1600/Bruce2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb5tMMrnbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7-2BxsoTMeE/s400/Bruce2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550398145544560050" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb5tMMrnbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7-2BxsoTMeE/s1600/Bruce2.jpg"></a>Daniel Bruce</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb_iWjYzRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/0UEyn17PtSI/s400/Deo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550404556415356178" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Christopher Deo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb40nh2dZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/HU6namu9V4Q/s1600/Godward.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb40nh2dZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/HU6namu9V4Q/s400/Godward.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550397173628564882" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb40nh2dZI/AAAAAAAAAnI/HU6namu9V4Q/s1600/Godward.jpg"></a>Ben Godward</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb3NfIUIAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zJommbEOY6Y/s1600/Hansen.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb3NfIUIAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zJommbEOY6Y/s400/Hansen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550395401847447554" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb3NfIUIAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zJommbEOY6Y/s1600/Hansen.jpg"></a>Walsh Hansen</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb2rJNDc2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/6RKS8FHtVLk/s1600/Hoyer.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb2rJNDc2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/6RKS8FHtVLk/s400/Hoyer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550394811846194018" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Alexa Hoyer</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb2rJNDc2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/6RKS8FHtVLk/s1600/Hoyer.jpg"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb8rkaBnyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/B6aFJ2CC2F4/s400/Lesher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550401416218124066" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jake Lesher</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb1xp7TY5I/AAAAAAAAAmo/J7IGzusndCo/s1600/LITT.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb1xp7TY5I/AAAAAAAAAmo/J7IGzusndCo/s400/LITT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550393824197698450" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Rebecca Litt</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb1xp7TY5I/AAAAAAAAAmo/J7IGzusndCo/s1600/LITT.jpg"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb4graAUfI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZvjkucYlggg/s400/KohnBest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550396831072014834" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sarah McDougald Kohn</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb1xp7TY5I/AAAAAAAAAmo/J7IGzusndCo/s1600/LITT.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb05AZ2odI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eIm0SJ5LDKM/s1600/KohnGold.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb05AZ2odI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eIm0SJ5LDKM/s400/KohnGold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550392850978873810" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb05AZ2odI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eIm0SJ5LDKM/s1600/KohnGold.jpg"></a>SMK-Detail</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb04vYjWvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5ilbvVdo0Zs/s1600/KohnDet.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb04vYjWvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5ilbvVdo0Zs/s400/KohnDet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550392846410013426" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQb04vYjWvI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5ilbvVdo0Zs/s1600/KohnDet.jpg"></a>SMK-Detail</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWn1MhPZPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/WrbCth1hbuA/s1600/Nanashe1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWn1MhPZPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/WrbCth1hbuA/s400/Nanashe1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550026648139556082" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWn1FVGZmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UaxQU66FsHU/s400/Nanashe2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550026646209586786" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Joe Nanashe</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWnhzNTGcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/lHv-eS1Og28/s1600/inst1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWnhzNTGcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/lHv-eS1Og28/s400/inst1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550026314927512002" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWnhzNTGcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/lHv-eS1Og28/s1600/inst1.jpg"></a>Installation view</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWnOTSWFeI/AAAAAAAAAlw/BFEaAgyh6Mo/s1600/Protheroe.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWnOTSWFeI/AAAAAAAAAlw/BFEaAgyh6Mo/s400/Protheroe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550025979941230050" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWnOTSWFeI/AAAAAAAAAlw/BFEaAgyh6Mo/s1600/Protheroe.jpg"></a>Joe Protheroe</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWmyAlT1KI/AAAAAAAAAlo/C0G5JF2lKII/s1600/Randall.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWmyAlT1KI/AAAAAAAAAlo/C0G5JF2lKII/s400/Randall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550025493884163234" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWmyAlT1KI/AAAAAAAAAlo/C0G5JF2lKII/s1600/Randall.jpg"></a>Carl Randall</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWmG_qLmEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WP2fDC099OQ/s1600/Regan.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWmG_qLmEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WP2fDC099OQ/s400/Regan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024754901784642" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWmG_qLmEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WP2fDC099OQ/s1600/Regan.jpg"></a>Kevin Regan</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWlpTPLjkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KoZudUEZpW4/s1600/Scheib.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWlpTPLjkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KoZudUEZpW4/s400/Scheib.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550024244761169474" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWlpTPLjkI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KoZudUEZpW4/s1600/Scheib.jpg"></a>Bob Scheib</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWlD8cJ-OI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Y4McOSDLQ-Y/s1600/Shioda1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWlD8cJ-OI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Y4McOSDLQ-Y/s400/Shioda1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550023602986416354" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWlD8cJ-OI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Y4McOSDLQ-Y/s1600/Shioda1.jpg"></a>maiko susu shioda<br /><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWkXPA_lsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1cMwrSV_kXs/s1600/Servo.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWkXPA_lsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1cMwrSV_kXs/s400/Servo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550022834878650050" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWkXPA_lsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1cMwrSV_kXs/s1600/Servo.jpg"></a>Rob Servo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWjpJ18UqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3mfgZp1swUo/s1600/Truax1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWjpJ18UqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3mfgZp1swUo/s400/Truax1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550022043216138914" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWkO22OpzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/95W7eFrgYGM/s400/Truax2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550022690952095538" /><br /><br />Stephen Truax</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWi0T4tQMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3ppAISPcccY/s1600/MWalker.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWi0T4tQMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3ppAISPcccY/s400/MWalker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550021135379022018" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/TQWi0T4tQMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/3ppAISPcccY/s1600/MWalker.jpg"></a>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><i>Cocktails and Dreams</i><span>, a group show featuring small works and art- or artist-inspired cocktails by the following artists:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;color:black;">Jon Allmaier, </span>Liz Atzberger, Kimberly Brandt, <a href="http://www.danielabruce.com/">Dan Bruce</a>, Christopher Deo, Ben Godward, Walsh Hansen, Alexa Hoyer, Ianthe Jackson, Jake Lesher, Rebecca Litt, Sarah McDougald Kohn, Joe Nanashe, Joe Protheroe, <a href="http://www.carlrandall.com/">Carl Randall</a>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;">Kevin Regan, </span>Bob Scheib, maiko susu shioda, <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;">Rob Servo, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;">Stephen Truax and </span>Maria Walker</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><i> </i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">This will be the last show in The Laundromat’s current location before we move to a new space on Wyckoff Avenue.<span> </span>The show will feature a number of Laundromat alumni, while also introducing artists whose work we will show in the coming year.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><i>Cocktails and Dreams </i>invites artists to draw inspiration from the art world to create an affordable, consumable, conceptual art experience in the form of a mixed drink.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">The artwork on display will be priced at or below $100 to encourage collectors and to help raise funds for the upcoming exhibition season at the Laundromat.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">The show will coincide with <i>Work that Beat</i>, a night of openings at Bushwick galleries.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">Friday October 22nd, 2010</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; ">7-10PM</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; "><br /></p></div></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-23533625084665702202010-03-01T05:42:00.000-08:002010-03-01T05:54:59.245-08:00Takayuki Kubota at Thierry Goldberg ProjectsLaundromat alum Takayuki Kubota will be included in an upcoming group exhibition titled <i>Unspecific Objects</i> at <a href="http://www.thierrygoldberg.com/exhibitions.html">Thierry Goldberg Projects</a> from March 11th - April 18th, 2010.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S4vGORsA23I/AAAAAAAAAj4/0kIt5zyCwoY/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S4vGORsA23I/AAAAAAAAAj4/0kIt5zyCwoY/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443662523175852914" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S4vGORsA23I/AAAAAAAAAj4/0kIt5zyCwoY/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"></a>Takayuki Kubota, <i>Trois Preludes, </i>2008. Magnetic tape, acrylic panel, wood panel, glue, hair, oil and air.<br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-23712819901934992542010-01-10T23:39:00.001-08:002010-10-15T08:16:35.670-07:00The Laundromat Flat File: Now at Storefront<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S0rV2gTyZOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fx_uKArUqcc/s1600-h/flatfile+sm+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S0rV2gTyZOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fx_uKArUqcc/s400/flatfile+sm+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425383833483764962" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"><div>The Laundromat is pleased to announce the loan of our Flat File, which will be temporarily housed at <a href="http://www.nortemaar.org/storefront.html">Storefront</a> until the end of the summer while our exhibition program is on hiatus. Storefront is a new space opened by Norte Maar director Jason Andrew with artist Deborah Brown, located at 16 Wilson avenue in Bushwick. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>The Flat File contains 30 drawers that are each 9"W x 12"D x 3"H. Each drawer contains artwork(s) by a single artist. There are sculptures, paintings, drawings, installation, video, and even performance pieces that the viewer is invited to engage with. </div><div><br /></div><div>The 30 artists represented are from the US, Germany, Denmark, the UK and Japan. They are: <a href="http://www.laurencarbone.com/">Lauren Carbone</a>, <a href="http://www.sarahmcdkohn.com/">Sarah McDougald Kohn</a>, <a href="http://allmaier.wordpress.com/">Jonathan Allaier</a>, <a href="http://mariawalker.wordpress.com/">Maria Walker</a>, <a href="http://chrisdeo.blogspot.com/">Chris Deo</a>, <a href="http://www.timothybelknap.com/">Tim Belknap</a>, Joe Protheroe, <a href="http://www.audrawolowiec.com/">Audra Wolowiec</a>, Patrick Cuffe, <a href="http://www.danielabruce.com/home.html#">Daniel A. Bruce</a>, Kaoru Sakurai, <a href="http://www.ianthejackson.com/">Ianthe Jackson</a>, <a href="http://www.loiehollowell.com/">Loie Hollowell</a>, <a href="http://www.clockworkatomics.com/">Scott Wilson</a>, <a href="http://www.lizatz.com/">Liz Atzberger</a>, <a href="http://www.bramthomasarnold.com/">Bram Arnold</a>, Lars Rasmussen, <a href="http://amylincoln.com/">Amy Lincoln</a>, <a href="http://jessebercowetz.com/splash.html">Jesse Bercowetz</a>, Suzanne Goldenberg, <a href="http://www.juliane.de/">Juliane Zelwies</a>, <a href="http://ryanmccartney.com/">Ryan McCartney</a>, Emily Blaskovich, Walsh Hansen, <a href="http://www.eleanna.com/">Eleanna Anagnos</a>, <a href="http://brianravnholtjepsen.wordpress.com/">Brian Ravenholt Jepsen</a>, <a href="http://www.godwardsculpture.com/">Ben Godward</a>, <a href="http://helenawurzel.com/home.html">Helena Wurzel</a>, <a href="http://michaeleudy.com/">Michael Eudy</a>, <a href="http://www.carlrandall.com/">Carl Randall</a> and <a href="http://kevinacurran.blogspot.com/">Kevin Andrew Curran</a>.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Please visit us at Storefront, Saturday and Sunday 1-6pm.</div><div><br /></div><div>Click <a href="http://hyperallergic.com/2187/storefront-gallery/">here</a> to read about the Laundromat on the art blog Hyperallergic.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Got questions? Contact the Laundromat: laundromatgallery@gmail.com</div></span></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-44685090888733118812009-11-29T15:59:00.000-08:002010-01-27T20:34:17.254-08:00Takayuki Kubota, December 12th 2009 at the Laundromat.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Installation View<div><br /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S2BLNAjUXaI/AAAAAAAAAjA/e8dx8tOWbXs/s400/1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431423837467336098" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><i>La Plus Que Lente, </i>from the <i>Literature</i> series.<div><i><br /></i><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S2BLNdGHS_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/ywir1SeBOkc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431423845129473010" /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Journal Series, </i>Installation view.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S2BOkFt5afI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6Bah8RYdc-s/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431427532525758962" /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Histories of Art, </i>Installation View.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S2BPpYfKc6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Uo4HY4PdmEs/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431428722975208354" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Vincent van Gogh, Shoes. </i>2009, oil on canvas. From the series <i>Histories of Art.</i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SxMPq4sCnkI/AAAAAAAAAio/V8YDjE_a8sM/s1600/kubota_vangogh_image_01.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SxMPq4sCnkI/AAAAAAAAAio/V8YDjE_a8sM/s400/kubota_vangogh_image_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409684806848126530" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Paul Cezanne, View of the Domaine Saint-Joseph</i></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SxMPq4sCnkI/AAAAAAAAAio/V8YDjE_a8sM/s1600/kubota_vangogh_image_01.jpg"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S2BQeTDwL0I/AAAAAAAAAjg/lAt-3rXaq-Q/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431429632051130178" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Detail.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S2BRZOZj7oI/AAAAAAAAAjo/SgMAAfW2AOY/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431430644412706434" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SxMPq4sCnkI/AAAAAAAAAio/V8YDjE_a8sM/s1600/kubota_vangogh_image_01.jpg"></a>The Laundromat is pleased to announce an exhibition of works by Japanese artist Takayuki Kubota.<br /><br />Kubota will present two bodies of work at the Laundromat. In one, using tape recordings, the artist creates minimalist-looking objects with contents that exist only in the viewers imagination. In the other, Kubota playfully engages ideas of art history and authorship through paintings of museum labels.</div><div><br />Kubota records sounds on magnetic tape and then mounts the tape horizontally on wood panels. For example, in the <i>Literature</i> series the artist records himself reading aloud from novels such as Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray. The viewer is given a hint, but must forge his own connection between what is present visually in the panel and what he imagines its audio contents to be.<br /><br />In the series <i>Histories of Art</i> Kubota makes paintings of exhibition labels for famous paintings. These are the same size as the original works they describe. The use of oil on canvas, as well as selecting paintings from famous museums such as MoMA or the Met plays with issues of art historical authority.<br /><br /> </div><div><br /><a href="http://www.takayukikubota.com/">Takayuki Kubota</a> was born in 1985 in Kobe, Japan and currently lives and works in Tokyo. His interest in art began in early childhood. He received a BA in Art and Asian Studies from Temple University, Japan Campus in 2008. His 2006 exhibition at Gallery Q in Tokyo, <i>Noisy Surface</i>, was reviewed by <a href="http://takayukikubota.com/image/kubota_FlashArt_2007.pdf">FlashArt</a> magazine in January 2007.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Takayuki Kubota</i></div><div>December 12, 2009</div><div>By appointment from 12PM.</div><div>Reception 6 - 9PM</div><div><br /></div><div>Laundromat Gallery</div><div>238 Melrose Street</div><div>4th Floor</div><div>Brooklyn NY 11206</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/S2BR_lhpsRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/44H1NNfJSBU/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431431303455682834" /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-64458908352184271772009-10-25T10:52:00.000-07:002009-11-15T18:32:26.066-08:00Joe Protheroe and Maiko susu Shioda, November 7th and 8th at the Laundromat<div><br /></div><div>Joe Protheroe, <i>Untitled, </i>2009. Gesso on panel.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1s3BtPJI/AAAAAAAAAig/WQmnt2BB8XQ/s1600-h/P1010961.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1s3BtPJI/AAAAAAAAAig/WQmnt2BB8XQ/s400/P1010961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404519335134575762" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1s3BtPJI/AAAAAAAAAig/WQmnt2BB8XQ/s1600-h/P1010961.JPG"></a>Installation view<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1slaLbbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/42Ktvksi1x8/s1600-h/P1010962.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1slaLbbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/42Ktvksi1x8/s400/P1010962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404519330405379506" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1slaLbbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/42Ktvksi1x8/s1600-h/P1010962.JPG"></a>maiko susu shioda, <i>Hair, </i>2009. Cloth, tea, thread and ink.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1a4LdG1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Bv-Pqc-Iafo/s1600-h/P1010965.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1a4LdG1I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Bv-Pqc-Iafo/s400/P1010965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404519026206251858" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1atRYovI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0uRmXagWwZw/s1600-h/P1010964.JPG"></a></div><div>Detail</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1atRYovI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0uRmXagWwZw/s1600-h/P1010964.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1atRYovI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0uRmXagWwZw/s400/P1010964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404519023278334706" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC1atRYovI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0uRmXagWwZw/s1600-h/P1010964.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"></a>Joe Protheroe, <i>Untitled, </i>2009. Ink on paper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC00TaJTHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6qW2wJ9dELs/s1600-h/P1010968.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC00TaJTHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6qW2wJ9dELs/s400/P1010968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404518363500727410" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC00TaJTHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6qW2wJ9dELs/s1600-h/P1010968.JPG"></a>Installation view.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC0jRly_YI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xsxaeHWymOo/s1600-h/P1010969.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC0jRly_YI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xsxaeHWymOo/s400/P1010969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404518070954950018" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC0jRly_YI/AAAAAAAAAh4/xsxaeHWymOo/s1600-h/P1010969.JPG"></a>Joe Protheroe, <i>Untitled, </i>2009. Ink on paper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC0WJ2YyGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/mV2rmG12hzQ/s1600/P1010971.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC0WJ2YyGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/mV2rmG12hzQ/s400/P1010971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404517845538752610" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC0WJ2YyGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/mV2rmG12hzQ/s1600/P1010971.JPG"></a>maiko susu shioda, <i>Untitled (Moth), </i>2009. Paper, glassine and graphite.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC0IyWsSGI/AAAAAAAAAho/oqbecYxjQsY/s1600-h/P1010972.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC0IyWsSGI/AAAAAAAAAho/oqbecYxjQsY/s400/P1010972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404517615893497954" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwC0IyWsSGI/AAAAAAAAAho/oqbecYxjQsY/s1600-h/P1010972.JPG"></a>Installation view.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCz5pKekGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1XX1WSZReb8/s1600-h/P1010977.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCz5pKekGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1XX1WSZReb8/s400/P1010977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404517355728310370" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCz5pKekGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/1XX1WSZReb8/s1600-h/P1010977.JPG"></a>Installation view.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCzo1wW4nI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MyyRY83GVaI/s1600/P1010982.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCzo1wW4nI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MyyRY83GVaI/s400/P1010982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404517067050639986" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCzo1wW4nI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MyyRY83GVaI/s1600/P1010982.JPG"></a>maiko susu shioda, <i>Dream Boxes on Fire, </i>2009. Clay, watercolor, varnish, glassine and graphite.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCzXdaH14I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jj_-8862zjA/s1600-h/P1010983.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCzXdaH14I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jj_-8862zjA/s400/P1010983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404516768457152386" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCzXdaH14I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jj_-8862zjA/s1600-h/P1010983.JPG"></a>Detail.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCzXH0-ABI/AAAAAAAAAhI/UnCV61GlnwA/s1600-h/P1010988.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCzXH0-ABI/AAAAAAAAAhI/UnCV61GlnwA/s400/P1010988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404516762664173586" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Joe Protheroe, <i>Untitled, </i>2009. Gesso on panel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCyieFqgFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kjuUbHUIacM/s1600-h/P1010989.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCyieFqgFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kjuUbHUIacM/s400/P1010989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404515858106712146" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Detail.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCyieFqgFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kjuUbHUIacM/s1600-h/P1010989.JPG"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCyyPoHomI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Zw1DtLxnQkA/s400/P1010991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404516129102602850" /><br /><br /></div><div>maiko susu shioda, <i>Untitled, </i>2009. Graphite on paper with cloth and thread.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCyN6BSqHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/B14DWuTjCPc/s1600-h/P1010998.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCyN6BSqHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/B14DWuTjCPc/s400/P1010998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404515504827312242" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCyN6BSqHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/B14DWuTjCPc/s1600-h/P1010998.JPG"></a>Detail.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCx0V1AOmI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xP_qFkk5-VQ/s1600-h/P1020003.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCx0V1AOmI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xP_qFkk5-VQ/s400/P1020003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404515065615366754" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCx0V1AOmI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xP_qFkk5-VQ/s1600-h/P1020003.JPG"></a>Detail.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCx0O9o8bI/AAAAAAAAAgY/hOLfpqSU82U/s1600-h/P1020004.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCx0O9o8bI/AAAAAAAAAgY/hOLfpqSU82U/s400/P1020004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404515063772541362" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCx0O9o8bI/AAAAAAAAAgY/hOLfpqSU82U/s1600-h/P1020004.JPG"></a>maiko susu shioda, <i>Four Coco (Soft House),</i> 2009. Cloth, tea, thread, synthetic pearl.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCxWhqj35I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JGRI3yiyhfA/s1600-h/P1020010.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCxWhqj35I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JGRI3yiyhfA/s400/P1020010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404514553396715410" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwCxWhqj35I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/JGRI3yiyhfA/s1600-h/P1020010.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SuSRHtRGEiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/UvLPwuYml5A/s1600-h/JMFront.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SuSRHtRGEiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/UvLPwuYml5A/s400/JMFront.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396597815093105186" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br />Joe Protheroe<br /><a href="http://www.maikosusushioda.com/">Maiko susu Shioda</a><br /><br />Two days only:<br />Reception Saturday, November 7th 6-10pm<br />Open Sunday November 8th 12-7pm<br /><br />The Laundromat is pleased to announce an exhibition of paintings, drawings, and sculpture by Maiko susu Shioda and Joe Protheroe. Both artists are concerned with an interplay between dream worlds and reality.<br /><br />In assemblages, drawings, and sculpture Shioda employs imagery from observation, imagination, and dreams. Animal imagery is a recurring theme in Shioda’s work, with each animal symbolizing different emotions or ideas. She makes her work from paper, graphite, charcoal, tea, thread, and hair in a limited palette of white, ivory, cream, gray, and black. The work is both ephemeral and vital, emerging from a rich inner world.<br /><br />Shioda was born in Kyoto, Japan, and lives and works now in Saitama and Tokyo. From early childhood she has felt a strong connection with animals. She studied art at Temple University Japan, an American school where she found that expressing herself in English as a second language became an important part of her artistic identity.<br /><br />Joe Protheroe makes large paintings of his studio at night using black paint on a white ground. He starts his paintings by observing innocuous studio objects, such as boards or mirrors, but soon they take on lives of their own. Windows and drawings in the studio become portals into other realities. Surreal mountainous landscapes are visible through the windows. The paint becomes a living force in his work, sometimes depicting inanimate objects and sometimes oozing through the painting’s space as shadows or mysterious puddles.<br /><br />Protheroe is a Brooklyn-based artist. He grew up in Columbus Ohio, where he graduated from Ohio State University. He went on to receive an MFA in painting from the Tyler School of Art in 2006.</div></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-90138500118681998322009-09-30T20:25:00.000-07:002009-11-15T12:44:21.439-08:00Ianthe Jackson, If the Walls Could Talk, Saturday October 24th, 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBoC7kTxMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/hfbw80smEcg/s1600-h/P1010913.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBoC7kTxMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/hfbw80smEcg/s400/P1010913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404433952403604674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBn2eqTWCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/639QvIkhyFc/s1600-h/P1010918.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBn2eqTWCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/639QvIkhyFc/s400/P1010918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404433738485684258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBnpEmGAsI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VY5j23Wchhk/s1600-h/P1010919.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBnpEmGAsI/AAAAAAAAAf4/VY5j23Wchhk/s400/P1010919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404433508150411970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBnZYoZCII/AAAAAAAAAfw/z524WFNgDzM/s1600-h/P1010920.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBnZYoZCII/AAAAAAAAAfw/z524WFNgDzM/s400/P1010920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404433238650849410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBnGcx4nHI/AAAAAAAAAfo/K3CwJwTiLSY/s1600-h/P1010935.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBnGcx4nHI/AAAAAAAAAfo/K3CwJwTiLSY/s400/P1010935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404432913346894962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBmpL1kUMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_lKPkGE44pU/s1600-h/P1010944.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBmpL1kUMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_lKPkGE44pU/s400/P1010944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404432410582732994" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBUuCdRXJI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1A_Uy8OIU6k/s400/P1010951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404412702754954386" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBmo-e9adI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WFahenaFN3A/s400/P1010945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404432406998247890" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBmWA6Zt3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/8lO2_DijKkI/s400/P1010946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404432081232705394" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SwBU6UeVxKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ffkZNTVwpvQ/s400/P1010947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404412913749705890" /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SsQjUt7Vb4I/AAAAAAAAAew/-PC4n7CX9QM/s1600-h/IJ.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SsQjUt7Vb4I/AAAAAAAAAew/-PC4n7CX9QM/s400/IJ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387469893074775938" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>If the Walls Could Talk features a model rendered from memory of the neighborhood where Jackson grew up in Buffalo, New York. The installation combines sculpture and drawing to model the houses, lawns, streets and inhabitants of Jackson’s childhood home. As well as rebuilding the neighborhood in miniature, Jackson recounts stories of some of her neighbors in a series of animated vignettes.<br /><br />In addition, Jackson will exhibit floor maps of each of the approximately 20 residences she has occupied during her life. Each map details the floor plan, furniture, and personal objects of her former residences. The exhibition chronicles her life’s events through recollections of the spaces she has called home.</div><div><br /></div><div>One night only. Saturday October 24th, 2009. Reception 6-10PM. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also featuring a painting by Riccardi Jules.</div><div><br /></div><div>If the Walls Could Talk is presented in conjunction with other neighborhood galleries as part of This Beat is Sick, a night celebrating the thriving Bushwick art scene with galleries remaining open late: http://www.nortemaar.org/beatissick.html</div><div><br /></div><div>The Laundromat</div><div>238 Melrose St.</div><div>Fourth Floor</div><div>Brooklyn, NY</div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-47994119156074951332009-09-02T20:55:00.000-07:002009-09-30T18:22:16.716-07:00Liz Atzberger and Takashi Matsumoto, September 19th, 2009 at the Laundromat<div>Installation View</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmhUxPMNEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/M5ZtFI7Jdrw/s1600-h/P1010878.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmhUxPMNEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/M5ZtFI7Jdrw/s400/P1010878.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384512207684645954" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmhUxPMNEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/M5ZtFI7Jdrw/s1600-h/P1010878.jpg"></a>Takashi Matsumoto <i>Untitled, </i>2009</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmhMaXvsqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/OpagJvnk02Y/s1600-h/P1010842.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmhMaXvsqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/OpagJvnk02Y/s400/P1010842.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384512064107557538" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmhMaXvsqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/OpagJvnk02Y/s1600-h/P1010842.jpg"></a>Liz Atzberger <i>Untitled, </i>2009</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmgHGzc_MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/anCt8BFVGBM/s1600-h/P1010874.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmgHGzc_MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/anCt8BFVGBM/s400/P1010874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510873444089026" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmgHGzc_MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/anCt8BFVGBM/s1600-h/P1010874.jpg"></a>Installation view<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/Srmf6wXephI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/23Xnt9ui6rA/s1600-h/P1010843a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/Srmf6wXephI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/23Xnt9ui6rA/s400/P1010843a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510661262747154" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/Srmf6wXephI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/23Xnt9ui6rA/s1600-h/P1010843a.jpg"></a>Takashi Matsumoto <i>Untitled, </i>2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmfoUiEUyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tehK9V2V-jM/s1600-h/P1010859.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmfoUiEUyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tehK9V2V-jM/s400/P1010859.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384510344553321250" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmfoUiEUyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tehK9V2V-jM/s1600-h/P1010859.jpg"></a>Liz Atzberger <i>Ten Eyck,</i> 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/Srmerq1E_1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/GzxdtieCX4Q/s1600-h/P1010855a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/Srmerq1E_1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/GzxdtieCX4Q/s400/P1010855a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384509302566616914" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Liz Atzberger <i>Untitled, </i>2008<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmdpEs3LdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Hq6WYDcy5P4/s1600-h/P1010856.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmdpEs3LdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Hq6WYDcy5P4/s400/P1010856.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384508158460243410" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Installation view<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/Srmc5ELn1rI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vJCrgcbPcQo/s1600-h/P1010848.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/Srmc5ELn1rI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vJCrgcbPcQo/s400/P1010848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384507333687105202" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/Srmc5ELn1rI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vJCrgcbPcQo/s1600-h/P1010848.jpg"></a>Liz Atzberger <i>Gyre, </i>2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmctX5vZNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XpRmzXQC7Dw/s1600-h/P1010875.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmctX5vZNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XpRmzXQC7Dw/s400/P1010875.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384507132822381778" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmctX5vZNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XpRmzXQC7Dw/s1600-h/P1010875.jpg"></a>Liz Atzberger <i>Teem,</i> 2008<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmcH69takI/AAAAAAAAAdI/20duJq9B7Mg/s1600-h/P1010854.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmcH69takI/AAAAAAAAAdI/20duJq9B7Mg/s400/P1010854.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384506489399241282" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmcH69takI/AAAAAAAAAdI/20duJq9B7Mg/s1600-h/P1010854.jpg"></a>Installation view<br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmdC-KQ6-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/s9lKIwbmNTo/s400/P1010880.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384507503869488098" /><br /><br /></div><div>Takashi Matsumoto, installation view<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmSdqtLd-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/AetrE6uHf2k/s1600-h/P1010853.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmSdqtLd-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/AetrE6uHf2k/s400/P1010853.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384495867875784674" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Takashi Matsumoto <i>Untitled, </i>2009</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmSdqtLd-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/AetrE6uHf2k/s1600-h/P1010853.jpg"></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmYaE6ti9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/DYCVFY3wkBM/s400/P1010860a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384502403262155730" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Takashi Matsumoto <i>Untitled</i>, 2009</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmbJES1YSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JKaZo2ZvyNI/s400/P1010861a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384505409572004130" /><div><br /></div><div><br />Liz Atzberger <i>After Math, </i>2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmQ01I-_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Nb7ni9Ge7Ew/s1600-h/P1010885.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmQ01I-_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Nb7ni9Ge7Ew/s400/P1010885.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494066790497682" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmQ1YaBW8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/9_JDHfI_cNk/s400/P1010852.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384494076257196994" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>-Liz Atzberger<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmO7PAcgbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ds9aIFT2SCY/s1600-h/P1010834.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SrmO7PAcgbI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ds9aIFT2SCY/s400/P1010834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384491977789964722" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For Immediate Release:<br /><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/Sp8_SUdrbOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DSmbmQM_NvU/s1600-h/TLFront.jpg"></a>The Laundromat gallery would like to announce an upcoming exhibition of paintings and sculptures by <a href="http://www.lizatz.com/">Liz Atzberger</a> and photographs by <a href="http://afonline.artistsspace.org/view_artist.php?aid=9937">Takashi Matsumoto</a> in a one- day exhibition on Saturday September 19th, 2009. Both artists take natural phenomena, pattern, and repetition as starting point in their work.<br /><br />Takashi Matsumoto’s black and white photographs deconstruct, splice and reconfigure pictures of objects and textures in nature, such as clouds, soil, or tree branches. The results are kaleidoscopic patterns of organic imagery that reference geometric abstraction.<br /><br />Matsumoto lives and works in Tokyo, Japan, where his work was recently featured in a solo exhibition at <a href="http://www.spica.cc/art/">SPICA Art</a>. This is his first exhibition in the United States.<br /><br />Inspired by natural phenomena such as electromagnetism and emergent growth patterns, Liz Atzberger creates sculptures and paintings in which simple processes repeat or are built up in layers that evolve into complex patterns. The resulting pieces are unruly, brightly colored plastic landscapes. Employing dyed plastic, zip ties, rubber bands, and spandex, the work borders on seductive and slick, yet it is more gaudy and gloppy than fashionable.<br /><br />Her paintings, drawings and mixed media works have been exhibited in venues across the United States and abroad. She is currently an Instructor of Foundations in the Department of Art and Art History at Florida Atlantic University and splits her time between Florida and New York.<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Liz Atzberger</div><div>Takashi Matsumoto</div><div>Saturday September 19th, 2009</div><div>By appointment from 10AM </div><div>Reception 6 - 9PM</div><div>238 Melrose St. 4th Floor</div><div>Brooklyn, NY 11206</div><div><br /></div><div>Laundromat photography by Amy Lincoln</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-43502473999846513122009-07-21T07:15:00.000-07:002009-09-02T22:31:41.099-07:00The Burger Group Show. August 8th, 2009 at the Laundromat.<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SmXOKTiou1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/w7T82HLB-Kk/s1600-h/ZelwiesBurger.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SmXOKTiou1I/AAAAAAAAAbg/w7T82HLB-Kk/s400/ZelwiesBurger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360917607894006610" /></a><br /> Juliane Zelwies, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hamburger Diagram</span><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Laundromat is pleased to announce the first event of its 2009 season, The Burger Group Show an exhibition of artwork and conceptual hamburgers by Laundromat artists Chris Deo, Sarah McDougald Kohn, Maria Walker, Jonathan Allmaier, Juliane Zelwies, Ben Godward, Joe Protheroe, Ianthe Jackson and Liz Atzberger. The Burger Show combines two of New York’s most beloved summer traditions: the group show, and the barbecue, for an evening of multi-sensory fun.<br /><br />The artists will prepare burgers at the gallery, each designed with an art historical or conceptual theme and described on our menu. For example:<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Bernini Burger: Crafted in honor of the 17th century Italian Baroque sculptor Gianlorenzo Bernini, this burger conveys a sense of motion, the suppleness of its materials and a dramatic flair. A beef patty, fleshy and rounded, surmounted by flowing draperies of prosciutto, a cloud of goat cheese, and a splash of the finest extra virgin olive oil. St. Teresa herself never felt such an ecstasy as this burger will provide.</span><br /><br />Visitors may select burgers from the menu, with prices ranging from $5 to $20, and enjoy an exhibition of drawings, paintings and sculpture including selections from The Laundromat Flat File, a collection of small works by 30 emerging artists from the U.S., Japan and Europe.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Burger Group Show</div><div>August 8th, 2009</div><div>6 - 10 PM</div><div><br /></div><div>See also:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://zine.artcat.com/2009/07/burgers-at-the-laundromat.php">ARTCAT</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.nyartbeat.com/nyablog/2009/08/eat-your-art-out-at-the-burger-show/">New York Art Beat</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/08082009/entertainment/masterpieces_of_meat_183581.htm">The New York Post</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.nbcnewyork.com/around-town/food-drink/And-Now-This-Conceptual-Burger-Group-Art-Show-52531407.html">NBC New York</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://brooklynbased.net/everything/tip-sheet-aug-5-aug-11/">Brooklyn Based</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://newyork.grubstreet.com/2009/08/burgermania_reaches_point_of_a.html">New York Magazine</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://c-monster.net/blog1/2009/08/10/juicy-burgers/#more-3934">C-Monster</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://newyork.decider.com/articles/hamburgers-are-art,31417/">The Onion AV N.Y.</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://aht.seriouseats.com/archives/2009/08/the-burger-show-this-saturday-at-laundromat-gallery-in-brooklyn.html">AHT</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://newyorkblips.dailyradar.com/story/the_burger_group_show_august_8th_2009_at_the/">New York Blips</a></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-40781600546652811722009-05-30T22:21:00.000-07:002009-06-20T08:35:27.398-07:002009 Fall Season UpdateThe Laundromat is pleased to announce that our Fall 2009 season will include exhibitions by the artists <a href="http://www.lizatz.com/">Liz Atzberger</a>, <a href="http://afonline.artistsspace.org/view_artist.php?aid=9937">Takashi Matsumoto</a>, <a href="http://www.ianthejackson.com/">Ianthe Jackson</a>, <a href="http://astro.temple.edu/~shioda/maiko/susu_final_final/">Maiko Shioda</a>, Joe Protheroe and Takayuki Kubota.<div><br /></div><div>Details on the Fall schedule will be announced soon.</div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-34030662533092908892008-11-16T18:04:00.000-08:002009-07-06T23:02:57.443-07:00Saturday December 6, 2008: Patrick Cuffe, Ben Godward and Scott Wilson at the Laundromat.<div><br />On Saturday, December 6th 2008 the Laundromat featured new work by artists Patrick Cuffe, Ben Godward and Scott Wilson.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cuffe’s sculptures are made of finely crafted wood, metal, and plastic elements. His work borrows from the construction, wood working, and metal working trades to create objects that deal with the temporary versus the long-lasting, the hand-made versus the mass-manufactured. His work contemplates the societal shift towards disposable culture while employing a precise and exhaustive craftsmanship. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Patrick Cuffe 2008. Mahogany, plastic and paint.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SXFl9HsBbyI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pxsvZMqoaZ4/s400/Cuffe1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123137847160610" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Detail.<br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SX5aUvZtZwI/AAAAAAAAAao/jgK6V5nz5qo/s400/cuffe2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295769524202465026" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Wilson’s work reflects a transient studio practice afforded by an unusual work schedule. He creates fantastical mechanical drawings in ink on paper napkins. Because his work in the city allows for odd bits of time throughout the day, though not enough for a round trip to the studio, Wilson explores his ideas with the materials that are handy in coffee shops, diners, and cafes. His drawings suggest the inner workings of a mysterious and complex machine, while the margins of the page are often filled with intricate, sweeping cursive explanations of his imagined designs that call to mind the renaissance pairing of art and science.</div><div><br /></div><div>Scott Wilson <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">x315. </span>2008, Ink on napkin.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SXFl9SFPJ7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/N489LDnCUW0/s400/Wilson1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123140637271986" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Scott Wilson <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">x198, </span>Ink on napkin<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">.</span></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SlLjI5eAHkI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-gDDwa4t4xc/s400/x198zo+web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355592648902057538" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Scott Wilson <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">x338</span>, Ink on napkin.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SlLjKF-PXXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2H09APByCzM/s400/Wilson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355592669438369138" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Scott Wilson <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">x138</span>, Ink on napkin.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SlLjIhYptyI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YBPCuFYSj6s/s400/x138zoweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355592642437166882" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Scott Wilson <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">x302</span>, Ink on napkin.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SlLjJGTutQI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OsRziJ84XcU/s400/x302z1web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355592652348634370" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Godward employs plastic, rubber, found objects and urethane foam to create large, multi-colored combinations of gesture and form. On the surface, his sculptures resemble colorful abstract expressionistic paintings, but a closer look will reveal underlying themes of pop culture, ravenous consumption, even a suggestion of toxic waste. Godward exploits the viewers attraction to shiny, candy-colored objects, while simultaneously repulsing us with the endless cast-offs of our society.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ben Godward <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Night Swimming. </span>2008, Found objects, urethane foam, plastic, black light, fountain.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SXFl9X12v3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zP-eatTxROI/s400/Godward1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123142183370610" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Detail.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SX3ZEEnQ7fI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ih0--ruNEZE/s400/BenDet1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295627400838704626" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Detail.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SX3sVnjsNSI/AAAAAAAAAag/Pkh6fxcYj8U/s400/BenDet4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295648592997659938" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Please visit <a href="http://bushwickbk.com/archives/778#more-778">Bushwick BK</a> to read a review of this show by artist Kevin Regan.</div><div><br /></div>http://bushwickbk.com/archives/778#more-778<div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Patrick Cuffe is a sculptor based in Utica, NY. His extensive experiences in construction, home renovation and fine wood working are the basis of his practice. He received his M.F.A. in Sculpture from the State University of New York at Albany and won the 2007 Outstanding Achievement in Contemporary Sculpture award from the International Sculpture Center, in Hamilton, NJ. Pat was awarded a residency at Sculpture Space in Utica, NY in 2004. He lives in Utica with his wife, the sculptor Aimee Tarasek, and their dog.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.godwardsculpture.com/">Ben Godward</a> was born in Indianapoils, grew up in the midwest and attended Alfred University in upstate New York. He joined Kappa Psi Upsilon, and eventually completed his B.F.A., despite a one year hiatus taken at the request of the Art Dept. He spent the time away from Alfred working at Shidoni art foundry in New Mexico. Ben received his M.F.A. in Sculpture from the State University of New York at Albany and won the 2007 Outstanding Achievement in Contemporary Sculpture award from the International Sculpture Center, in Hamilton, NJ. His most recent show in New York was at Moti Hassan Gallery in Chelsea. He lives and works in Brooklyn, NY. For more information on Ben Godward, please visit his website: www.godwardsculpture.com/</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.clockworkatomics.com/">Scott Wilson</a> studied painting and art history at the University of Kansas, the state where he grew up. He made his way to New York with his wife Eustacia and they make their home in Astoria, Queens. At work, Scott helps people arrange their art in homes, offices and galleries. His influences include mechanics, physics, mathematics, esoteric science and science fiction.</div><div>For more information on Scott Wilson please visit his website: www.clockworkatomics.com<br /></div><div><br /></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-6349068051504858872008-11-16T17:34:00.000-08:002008-11-16T18:16:14.003-08:00Friday November 14, 2008: Children of Terminator X.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SSDPoASDf3I/AAAAAAAAASs/5AquwdX4TGE/s1600-h/IMG_1689.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SSDPoASDf3I/AAAAAAAAASs/5AquwdX4TGE/s400/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269439850200924018" /></a><br /><br /><div>On November 14th Danish artists Brian Ravnholt Jepsen & Kristian Byskov presented an installation and performance, entitled <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Children of Terminator X</span>, at the Laundromat<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><br />"Children Of Terminator X is a band, a playground, an on-going process, a performance institute of really religious matter and a never-ending installation.<br /><br />It’s the idea of combining performance with installation and musical events involving different homemade toys/instruments and whatever we find lying around.<br /><br />Furthermore it is a combination of creating an environment or a certain type of aestethic atmosphere in which we can operate freely. Building installations, use those installations in our music-creating process – sometimes even play on the installation, using it as a homemade instrument.<br /><br />A playground in other words. A clash of different qualities."<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>- Brian Ravnholt Jepsen, 31<br /><br />“Mostly my work has a touch of humor and sometimes involves real animals like an ostrich or pigeons or simple things like tennissocks, wooden shoes, Mich Hucknall and Chewbacca.”<br /><br />- Artist, musician, writer & freelance art critic for MetroXpress<br />- Studied philosophy at The University of Copenhagen 2001-2003<br />- Last year at the Funen Academy of Fine Arts at Professor Jens Haaning & Michael Baers 2004-2009<br />- Produces works in all medias<br />- Works both as independent and in different collaborations and constellations<br />- Performances and installations that involve the experimentation of sound for the last 3 years involving Children Of Terminator X and other collaborative sound-projects<br />- Solo, group and juried exhibitions in Denmark, Germany and Belgium<br />- Former breakdancer with performances many places in Europe and also in China, Hongkong and USA in the period of 1996-2006<br /><br /><br />- Kristian Byskov Rasmussen, 24<br /><br />-Artstudent/artist<br />-Third year at the Art Academy of Copenhagen, w. Professor Nils Norman 2006-2012<br />-Produces works in all media<br />- Performances and installations that involves the experimentation of sound for the last 3 years involving Children Of Terminator X and other collaborative sound-projects<br />-Mostly working in different collaboratives and constellations, involving both production and teaching. Recently an inflatable disco and A Big Eyed Surveillance Temple of Total Order.<br />-Has done shows and events in Denmark.<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-26948062169287269102008-06-16T08:41:00.000-07:002008-12-11T08:23:13.859-08:00Juliane Zelwies: TODAY + TOMORROW. ZAIM Yokohama, August 1 - 3, 2008.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SIfGB7pQcYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tyFmY24W5Bo/s1600-h/JZ1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SIfGB7pQcYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tyFmY24W5Bo/s400/JZ1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226363629079654786" /></a><div>The Laundromat gallery is pleased to present <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">TODAY and TOMORROW</span> featuring new work by Berlin-based artist Juliane Zelwies at the ZAIM Art Center in Yokohama, Japan.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "><a href="http://za-im.jp/php">http://za-im.jp/php/</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Today and Tomorrow</span>, 2008. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Installation views.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQWQh9YkFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/l_uVbioRJs4/s400/P1000613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243340339415650386" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQ3r78GdnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZvcW-4GrsBg/s400/inst2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243377094129776242" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMRVkNcPRLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/opDy-HtAWtY/s400/inst4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243409946737853618" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMRakWAcQMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VRiQKedyfn0/s400/inst3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243415446595322050" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Today and Tomorrow.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Detail:</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Projected Lov</span>e, 2008. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=5498637898184428258&hl=en&fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Today and Tomorrow</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQZNDTbn1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/81Y9t7OZITM/s400/flower1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243343578181902162" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">When I arrive, it is hot, very hot. The heat and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">the humidity will continue like this for at least another three months, but back then I did not know about that.</span></span></span></div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On board I had felt sick. Ginger Ale and aspirin had not helped. Eventually I had felt so miserable that I had to lie down on the floor of the airplane as I could neither sit nor stand any longer without becoming more sick. The flight attendants had forced me to get up again and wanted to call the ambulance to pick me up on arrival.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I. The Scene of Arrival</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQcouGpXtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/A0nowfQd8Uw/s400/Flower2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243347352062353106" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Philadelphia, August 20th 2005:<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The hostel was an old and yellow Victorian house at the dead end of a long road inside a huge park. For hours I didn't see or hear anyone but a striped cat dozing on the front porch. At night I sat quietly on the porch to sip a cup of tea while I watched the other guests eating and preparing their trips for the following day. Later on I would also hear the snorting of horses from the ranch on the other side of the street.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was hot, very hot. And humid. The crickets were incredibly loud.From the bus station it had been another half-hour walk to get to the hostel. Road signs said "watch turtles", posters pinned on trees warned against a murderer. I felt strange when I found out that the woman, who was raped and murdered six days ago, had stayed at the place where I am now- and when I am told now that the murderer is still not found.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I arrive on campus a few days later, the faculty is surprised. They were not sure whether I would make it to come. To come where? Shortly after the security service explains how I can contact them if I am in danger. In a role-play I also learn how to say hello to a stranger on the street.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">II. First Contacts</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQvByoVadI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UYPgN5SIid0/s400/Flower3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243367573983422930" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Henceforth, I sit every morning in front of the Visitor Center and observe how the tourists start their trips. The employees of the Center wear costumes and speak about the history of the place in well-rehearsed phrases. One of them is dressed like a safari-park ranger and shouts at the visitors to stand in line only from the left side to enter the building. When the line hits a particular point, he wants people to change direction and orders to line up from the right. People follow his orders obediently.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I visit the Visitor Center two times to ask for directions. The first time a black lady behind the counter explains to me patiently how to get to the place I need to go. She ends with: "Do you know that you have wonderful skin?" The next time another lady helps me. When she figures out why I am in the country, she leans back and shrieks: "You must be such a wonderful artist!" Generally speaking, people are very open-minded and friendly to me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">III. Happiness</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQyVcXg1dI/AAAAAAAAAO4/c-mPJLN99vY/s400/flower4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243371210139555282" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last night I went to a bar with three of my male colleagues. They want to get to know me and I appreciate their curiosity. Eventually it turned out that their main interest for the evening was to find out why I don’t have a boyfriend or a husband at home. They seemed to be sorry for me and although I tried to redirect the conversation several times, one of them didn’t let go: "What did your last boy friend look like? Maybe I can find someone for you!“ When I laughed at him and answered that I am not interested in being hooked up, he continued: "I am serious, I want you to be happy while you are here.“</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">IV. The Party</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQzlDehsgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0mWkFkBEuTo/s400/Flower5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243372577847620098" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There were far too many people that I could remember all of them clearly. When I look back, I remember only a few of them:<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The police officer, who could not be alone. The woman, who lost everything but did not learn from that. Her husband, who got almost killed in an accident and was eventually murdered – their son, who happened to be a friend of her friend Chris. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When the party was over I asked Chris if he knows anything in particular about the circumstances of his friend's story. He said he doesn’t know. Instead he described elaborately how he – Chris - gains personal happiness in life, how he is going to be shooting his next movie, why he once thought of joining the army. Like other times before, I was frustrated with the situation. I believed he was lying to me, but I did not dare to let him know.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A few weeks later I came to know that my friend’s friend was a veteran, who became traumatized by his experiences of the war. Since then he has been hospitalized as he needs to be on permanent suicide watch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">V. The Midpoint</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQ47XVAFdI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6XrCBxddpLE/s400/flower6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243378458691638738" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I look to out of one of my windows to the right, I see myself unlocking my bike from that linden tree on the opposite side of the street. I will get on the bike and ride out of sight. When I manage to get fast enough to the other side of my room and look out of the window over there, I will see myself passing.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don’t feel bad, but I am worried. I have been distracted for months now, unable to focus. It must be the weather, the language and “the others”. I am quite different here, mindless and happy. Especially in the mornings I am often extremely happy. I often wish I could prolong one day into two days – and skip tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">VI. I Am My Model</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQ6PVxwY1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/l69GG4BIbPs/s400/Flower7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243379901384385362" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She is nervous, she is stressed out, she is almost panicked as she suddenly understands something: It is not about finding a solution, it is not about finding an answer to something. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you begin with the individual in this way, you will create a type. Your story is about the model. It is about the pursuit. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Their pursuit of happiness. Beauty is just a fabrication.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Did we shake hands in the end?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The longer he spoke the less she could breathe. She knew he was right, and she knew it was necessary that someone finally spoke about it aloud. She tried to sit upright in order to uncramp her chest, but she could not sustain this position for long. Instead she embraced her knees with her arms. She could not look him in the eye anymore. She looked away.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br />She saw him leaving and he would retell the story of their encounter other times, in different situations, always in the presence of others. From now on it was his story - and his performance.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">VII. True Stories</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMQ8WZJFTQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9n1IGvVGAdU/s400/flower8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243382221569871106" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“I finally finished the sculpture that you inspired me to do! The one with the ribbon speaker and the twisting poles. Remember when we got high at the studio last spring and we played with that little crummy proto-type I made? Without you coming over and hanging out, I might never have figured out what to do with that speaker.”<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fog and mist cleared up the morning I agreed that we were all performing, establishing ourselves in front of each other – again and again. Creating both instantly: individual stories and the story of the other. Treasuring these stories for ourselves, but also for the others. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The individual performer may be sincere or cynical, his only obligation is to believe in the part he is playing. For the audience it is almost impossible to judge as it can only guess what is real and what is not real. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">New York, March 31st 2007:<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I left it was sunny. It was not too cold anymore and not too hot yet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br />I had kissed my friends quickly and had left the house in the usual rush. Like any other day I would run down Wyckoff Street, make a left on Smith Street, get down to the subway. That day trains did not run in time and I almost missed the airplane. I still don’t remember how I got on board.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On board I felt sad. Ginger Ale and aspirin did not help. Eventually I felt so miserable that I had to lie down on the floor of the airplane as I could neither sit nor stand any longer without becoming more sad.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br />I don’t remember why I had to get back there today. But when I look out of the window, I see myself passing – again and again. Tomorrow I’ll see if it was true or not.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">-Juliane Zelwies</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SMRWROQT8pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4DGuriuGf5I/s400/james_house%2Bjuliane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243410720050377362" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kevin Curran interviews Juliane Zelwies:</div></div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Kevin</span>: ZAIM has the feel of an office building or a school. There are linoleum and concrete floors, wide staircases and florescent lighting. Approaching the show you hear the sound of a piano coming from inside. The show announcement posted next to the door is a bubble diagram in English and Japanese, and they are inscribed with phrases such as “scene of arrival”, “happiness”, “the heat”, “my insecurity”, “a projection”, “pretext”, “explanation II.”<br /><br />Once inside the door there is a video projection to the right. To the left there is a row of thin booklets hanging along from long cords attached at the top of the wall, so they sway back and forth in the light breeze.<br /><br />Further down that wall are a bunch of framed pictures and texts. They contain bits of love letters as well as pictures of flowers, a man in his regalia of the university, a cat, and a house.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Kevin</span>: The one thing in your installation that I think shades the feeling of the entire piece the most is the music. You told me that this particular song goes back to a personal memory of yours. Your willingness to re-live that moment, that part of your life that you preserve in that bit of music is to me the most personally risky and charged element in your show. The song is so powerful and I wonder how you feel about that, as the artist, ceding so much impact to a song, a feeling provided by someone else. What about the fact that no one who visits your show will have the same feeling of that song that you do?<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Juliane</span>: Of course nobody will have the same feeling of that song – as no one will have the same feeling of the photographs or the video either. I have chosen the song because I believe it is powerful even to someone who has never heard it before. No other element in the installation reaches out for the visitor as much as the music does. The photographs, the video, the texts and the letters: All of it has to be examined carefully by the visitor whereas the music provides an immediate and also emotional approach to the piece.<br /><br />What I was mainly interested in was to figure out how I could tell a story in the given space, how I could use the space as a display for a narration. That is why I arranged miscellaneous elements or “fragments” in the space to possibly become one story in the viewer’s mind.<br /><br />If you argue that the music was more powerful than any of the other elements, I agree with you. That is the nature of music – and for this reason I rarely use music in my work (last time in 2004 for the installation “Der Brainstorm”) as I am not interested in lulling someone if there is no specific reason for it. For “today and tomorrow” I consciously used the song by Keith Jarrett as a possibility to tie the different parts together through creating a distinct atmosphere- truly nothing but a pitiful trick.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Kevin</span>: Your piece was a collection, so of all the stories, images and artifacts that might be included or excluded, what was essential? In other words, what are the different elements included and how do you decide what is vital for your purpose?<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Juliane</span>: I believe that there is no such thing as “one reality” or “a truth” in general. Nonetheless I am constantly searching for it. I always want to find out if my experiences are real, if my emotions are true and if there is a meaning for what I see and hear. When I moved to the USA, a lot of things happened to me that I had never experienced before.<br /><br />And since I asked myself persistently why these things were happening to me, I got very confused. All the sudden I found myself in the position of someone, who was observing the people and subsequently myself as I realized that it was me, who was “the foreigner / the other”. For months I believed that I had to integrate all these newly discovered fragments of the “other world” into my own world.<br /><br />That was the base I worked from in order to make this installation. If I go back to the question you asked first: I personally was not interested in re-living that moment of confusion again, but I wanted to bring my audience in the position of someone who needs to ask questions in order to keep moving. That was how I set the pattern and that is how I sorted and arranged the material.<br /><br />If people in the show have asked themselves “Is this the memory of a love story?” or plainly “Does this plant called Zelwieskraut really exist?” I am happy. Beyond that I am still trying to find out how much detective work someone is willing to do in order to unfold the next layer – another reality, which lays behind the original layer.<br /><br />Sometimes things you once believed in may change into something quite unbelievable. These are the moments in life when situations may appear either tragic or funny. I find it challenging to describe such a situation openly without becoming either banal or cryptic.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Kevin</span>: You included love letters you had received from three different men you met while living in the U.S. Can you tell us more about the letters and other items you received from these people and how you feel these artifacts relate to or build on the other elements in the installation?<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Juliane</span>: I received these love letters within a time span of three or four weeks from men I didn’t know at all- one saw me when I was visiting the MET (Metropolitan Museum of Art) in New York City, the other one was a cab driver, who brought me and my friends home in Philadelphia. The third letter was written by someone I had dinner with when I accompanied a mutual friend.<br /><br />Not only that it seemed quite absurd to me to write a love letter to someone you don’t know, it was quite an overwhelming experience to receive these letters. One of these men had sent not only a love letter of 20 pages, but a whole package of information to promote himself - an audiotape with opera music and Irish folk songs, a collection of articles written by him, postcards of his favorite paintings, photographs of himself, his cat, his house in New Jersey etc.<br /><br />I decided to show some of these artifacts as a potential back-story. A back-story, which could be imagined or constructed by the viewer if he /she was in need for more information. Though I am sure that it is fun to work out the comical elements of this particular story by showing the artifacts in a different way, I was not willing to break the story down to such a humorous or ironic statement.<br /><br />Instead I worked with the conflict I found myself confronted with: What happens to you if someone projects his / her emotions on you? How do you change your point of view when it is you personally who is asked to satisfy the wishes of a stranger? All this seemed to be worth an examination and also worth a presentation.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Kevi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">n</span>: Why did you decide to include the flowers and how did you choose which to include?<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Juliane</span>: I had chosen photographs of flowers as it seemed to be a possibility to make the visitor believe in a story, which was easy to follow and which had begun with the music. Also, I was looking for a symbolic translation of the texts I was writing.<br /><br />The more I started to think about the different pieces I was going to show, the more I realized that the work was clearly an examination of stereotypes and clichés. In that sense flowers seemed to be a perfect carrier for “romantic love”.<br /><br />However, I believe that the chosen photographs do not fulfill the idea of what people may expect when they think e.g. of “romantic love”. Nonetheless I believe that these photographs literally illustrate certain expressions of the love letters included in the show. For example the kiwi-plant looks pretty steamy to me – I can’t help but linking it to the “bursting vitality of the springtime” one of the three men wished to share with me.<br /><br /><br /><br />Kevin, thanks a lot for inviting me to show at ZAIM in Japan. It was a great pleasure to work with you! I’d also like to thank Thilo Bock, Amy Lincoln, Philipp Hartmann and Markus Ruff for discussing the work in the process of making with me.<br /><br />Also, here on the web we did not include the dictionary entry “Zelwieskraut”, which may be the key to what you have seen, heard and read beforehand. Instead of having the text on Kevin’s website, please feel free to follow <a href="http://www.juliane.de/zelwieskraut.pdf">this link.</a><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">About the artist:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div>Born 1976 in Berlin, Germany, the artist studied Sculpture and Media Art at the Berlin University of the Art in Berlin, Germany (M.F.A. in 2004), at Konstfack (College for Arts, Crafts and Design) in Stockholm, Sweden and at Tyler School of Art, Philadelphia, USA.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Zelwies has been awarded several grants, prizes and fellowships: From 2007 - 2008 with the NaFöG - grant (research grant by the City Government of Berlin), 2005- 2006 with a grant from the DAAD (German Academic Exchange Service), 2005 Laura H.Carnell Scholarship at Tyler School of Art, 2005 special price from the headquarters for political education in Rheinland-Pfalz (Landeszentrale für politische Bildung), Germany, 2004 Lili-price (best student of the year, Berlin University of the Art).<br /><br />In 2007 she was nominated for the Camera Price Dortmund, in 2005 for the Werkleitz-Project Grant (Germany) and in 2003 / 04 for the EMARE-Program (European Media Artists in Residence Exchange).<br /><br />Her work has been shown in numerous solo and group exhibitions and screenings in Europe (Germany, Austria, Sweden, Bulgaria) and in the USA.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Her video works are represented by the arsenal experimental program (Cinema Arsenal Berlin, Germany).<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For more information about Juliane Zelwies please visit her web site:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "><a href="http://www.juliane.de/">http://www.juliane.de/</a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-2877524743376566982008-04-22T20:47:00.000-07:002008-12-11T08:23:16.710-08:00Lauren Carbone: Workin' it Out. May 19, 2008.<div><br /></div>Jillian Baba, a traveling gallery revered by NY's hip and ava-g, selects Brooklyn for its celebratory, 100th exhibition featuring a local artist. Video candids of gallery goers reveal the true spirit of the event: Art for the spectator's ego. The art turns into a centerpiece for 8 viewers vying for camera time to discuss everything from the gallery's notorious founder, Jillian Baba, to the uber personal. Conflict arises when Jillian's arrival becomes the hot topic of camera conversation. Soon a debate emerges regarding the reason for her tardiness, revealing far too much about the personal motivations of these camera-crazed viewers. Will Jillian show or have the over zealous 8 been stood up?<div><br /><br /><embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-6549316677892279385&hl=en&fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lauren Carbone, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Facemask After a Breakup,</span> 2008. Installation view.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUM1jYautI/AAAAAAAAANU/naqOqrHn5yM/s1600-h/Installationview.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUM1jYautI/AAAAAAAAANU/naqOqrHn5yM/s400/Installationview.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194071859411991250" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Facemask after a Breakup<br /><br />Editing Public Pain: A Formula for Determining the Number of Photographs allowed for Public Display by a Facemasker after a Breakup<br /><br /><br />Start with longest amount of time Facemasker has ever been in a relationship<br /><br />EX: 730 days, 104 weeks, 24 months, 2 yrs.<br /><br />Next determine most pragmatic unit for measuring a Heterosexual-love relationship - The week! (Remember to insert explanation of why a week is the most pragmatic unit for measuring a heterosexual-love relationship, as apposed to a day, month or year)<br /><br />Establish first numbered unit using most pragmatic unit (wk) for measuring a heterosexual-love relationship and subtract from total number of days in 2 year period to get the new total of days in a two-year period<br /><br />Ex: 1. 7 days/1 wk = 730 days - 7 days/1week = 723 days<br /><br />Increase previous numbered unit (Ex: 1. 7 days/1wk) to create next numbered unit by 7 days/ 1 week<br /><br />Ex: 2. 14 days/2 weeks<br /><br />Subtract another 7 days/ 1 week from the new total of days in a two-year period<br /><br />Ex: 2. 14 days/2 weeks = 723 days -7 days = 709 days<br /><br />Repeat until total number of units in two-year period is 0<br /><br /><br />Reaching 0: Establishing Tiers<br /><br />When increasing previous numbered unit by 7 day/ 1 week becomes greater than the new total of days in a two-year period<br /><br />Ex: 13. 91 days/13 wks/ 3 months & 1wk) = 93 days.<br /><br />The next numbered unit cannot be increases by 7 days/ 1 week because the new total of days will equal 98 days, which is greater than the last new total of days, 93.<br /><br />When this occurs, begin with 1 week and add 1 day. Increase week by 1 day and subtract from the new total of days in a two-year period. Repeat.<br /><br />All numbered units falling above the point when increasing previous numbered unit by 7 days/ 1 week becomes greater than the new total of days in a two-year period constitute Tier 1.<br /><br />All numbered units falling bellow this point constitute Tier 2.<br /><br /><br />When increasing previous numbered unit by 1 day is greater then 2 weeks<br /><br />EX: 20. 15 days (2wk & 1day) = 15<br /><br />Since the most pragmatic unit for measuring a Heterosexual-love relationship is 7 days / 1 week, begin with 6 days and subtract from the new total number of days.<br /><br />Repeat, decreasing the previous numbed unit by 1 and subtract from the new total of days in a two-year period.<br /><br />All numbered units falling bellow the point when increasing previous numbered units by 1 day is greater then 2 weeks constitute Tier 3.<br /> <br />Applying the Formula:<br /><br />Application A. (Note: Color coding applies to Application B.)<br /><br /><br />730 days/ 104 weeks/ 24 months/ 2 yrs.<br /><br />Numbered Units New Total Number of Days<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">1. 7 days (1 wk) = 723 days</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">2. 14 days (2 wk) = 709</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">3. 21 days (3wks) = 688<br />4. 28 days (4wk – 1 month) = 660</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">5. 35 days (5 wk – 1 month & 1wk) = 625</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">6. 42 days (6wk – 1 month & 2wk) = 583</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">7. 49 days (7wk – 1 month & 3wk) = 534<br />8. 56 days (8wk – 2 month) = 478<br />9. 63 days (9wk – 2 month & 1 wk) = 415</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">10. 70 days (10 wk – 2 month & 2 wk) = 345<br />11. 77 days (11wk – 2 month & 3wk) = 268<br />12. 84 days (12wk – 3 month) = 184<br />13. 91 days (13wk – 3 month & 1wk) = 93</span><br />________________________________________Tier 1______<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">14. 8 days (1wk & 1day) = 85</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">15. 9 days (1wk & 2days) = 76</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">16. 10 days (1wk & 3days) = 66</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">17. 11days (1wk & 4days) = 55<br />18. 12 days (1wk & 5days) = 43</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">19. 13 days (1wk & 6 days) = 30<br />20. 15 days (2wk & 1day) = 15</span><br />_________________________________________Tier 2_____<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">21. 6 days = 9</span><br />22. 5 days = 4<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">23. 4 days = 0</span><br />_________________________________________Tier 3____<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Combining Numbered Units in Two Year Period to find the Number of Units that will equate the number of photographs for Facemask After a Breakup:<br /><br />Finding combination of numbered units, physically faithful and combination of numbered units, psychologically faithful, will leave the Non-Combinable numbered units.<br />The Non- combinable numbered units are equal to the Actual Total Number of Days heterosexual-love relationship should have occurred and Jersey Number of Facemasker's ex.<br /><br />The total of Numbered Units from each Combination of Numbered Units and Non-Combinable Numbered Units is the number of photographs for Facemask After a Breakup.<br /><br /><br />Directions:<br /><br />1) Define and use the Total number of days Facemasker was physically faithful in heterosexual-love relationship. (Insert definition of faithful)<br /><br />(Ex: Facemasker reports being physically faithful for 1 year = 365 days/ 52 wks/ 12 months).<br /><br />Next, starting with bottom numbered unit of Tier 1 and moving upward, add numbered units to equate total number of days, weeks, months, years Facemasker was physically faithful in heterosexual-love relationship<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(Ex: 1) Combine 13, 12, 11, 10, 5 & 14= 365 days/ 52 wks/ 12 months/ 1 year</span><br /><br />When numbered units from Tier 1 can no longer be plugged in to equate total number of days Facemasker was physically faithful in heterosexual-love relationship, start with bottom numbered unit of Tier 2, moving upward. When numbered units from Tier 2 can no longer be plugged in to equate total number of days Facemasker was physically faithful in heterosexual-love relationship, start with bottom numbered unit of Tier 3, moving upward.<br /><br />2) Find total days facemasker was psychologically faithful in Hetero-love relationship by applying the same formula as above, however, dividing the total number of weeks facemasker was physically faithful in heterosexual-love relationship in half.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(Ex: 1) Combine 13, 12, 11, 10, 5 & 14= 365 days/ 52 wks/ 12 months/ 1 year</span><br /><br />To find next numbered unit, take 365 days divided by 2 = 182 days/ 26wks/ 6 months/ .5 year<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">(EX: 2) Combine 9, 8, 7 & 2 = 182 days/ 26 wks/ 6 months/ .5 year</span><br /><br />Do this until the number of days Facemasker was psychologically faithful in heterosexual-love relationship no longer equals a whole day.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">(EX: 5) Combine 20, 19 & 2 = 23 days/ .3.25 wks/ .75 months/ .0625 year</span><br />23 days divided by 2 = 11.5……STOP<br /><br />The remaining days from numbered units in two-year period will equate the actual total number of days heterosexual-love relationship should have occurred, as well as the jersey number of facemasker's ex.<br /><br /><br />Applying the Formula:<br /><br />Application B (Refer to Application A color-coding via Application B)<br /><br />Actual number of units Facemasker was faithful in Hetero-love relationship = 52wks; 365 days:<br /><br />Numbered Units<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1) Combine 13, 12, 11, 10, 5 & 14= 365 days/ 52 wks/ 12 months/ 1 year</span><br />____________365 days/ 52 wks/ 12 months/ 1 year physically faithful.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">2) Combine 9, 8, 7 & 2 = 182 days/ 26 wks/ 6 months/ .5 year</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">3) Combine 6, 4 & 3 = 91 days/ 13 wks/ 3 months/ .25 year</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">4) Combine 1, 20, 19, & 17= 46 days/ 6.5 wks/ 1.5 months/ .125 year</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">5) Combine 20, 19 & 2 = 23 days/ .3.25 wks/ .75 months/ .0625 year</span><br />____________346 days/ 49 wks/ 11 months/ 0.947316606 year psychologically faithful<br /><br />Remaining days from numbered units in two-year period:<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">6) 10 days</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">7) 9 days</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">8) 6 days</span><br />9) 5 days<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">10) 4 days</span><br />___________34 days/ 4.85714286 wks/ 1.11706698 months/ 0.093088915 year<br /><br /><br />Actual Total Number of Days Heterosexual-Love Relationship should have Occurred and Jersey Number of Facemasker's Ex:<br /><br />34 = 34 days/ 4.85714286 wks/ 1.11706698 months/ 0.093088915 year<br /><br />Total Number of Photographs allowed for Public Display by Facemasker after a Breakup to Express Pain through Separation = Total Number of Numbered Units in Application B:<br /><br />10<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUJCTYaupI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8AzmMAr0Yrc/s1600-h/Lolita1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUJCTYaupI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8AzmMAr0Yrc/s400/Lolita1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067680408812178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUIuDYaumI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2tZv2W9MsUM/s1600-h/Flirt1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUIuDYaumI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2tZv2W9MsUM/s400/Flirt1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067332516461154" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUItjYaujI/AAAAAAAAAME/AlMikzGulws/s400/Blacktie1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067323926526514" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUJDDYaurI/AAAAAAAAANE/YYzq93EyHvE/s400/Rope1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067693293714098" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUItzYaukI/AAAAAAAAAMM/R9QT61IbTSc/s400/Checkbook1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067328221493826" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUItzYaulI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KOY_3c3SAM8/s400/Devistated1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067328221493842" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUJCDYauoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Rvhr-fwm_Iw/s400/Knife1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067676113844866" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUIuTYaunI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZzDCKwCD2tQ/s1600-h/FU1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUIuTYaunI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZzDCKwCD2tQ/s400/FU1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067336811428466" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUJDTYausI/AAAAAAAAANM/4tt01yADnJE/s400/Zen1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067697588681410" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/SBUJCjYauqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ftfo5zM17Pg/s400/Poem1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067684703779490" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lauren Carbone is from Southern California. She has been a competitive figure skater, a Sorority sister, an Art teacher, an NFL cheerleader, a wood shop technician, and an assistant to the director of Trade at the New York Mercantile Exchange. Lauren earned her M.F.A. in Sculpture and New Media at Tyler School of Art, Temple University in Philadelphia, and also studied at the Rome campus. She has a B.A. in Art Studio from the University of California, Davis.<br /><br />Lauren will be in a group show at the Collision Machine in Brooklyn on April 26th. Recent solo exhibitions include Jillian Baba, Jillian Baba Gallery in Brooklyn, NY and Success, The Barber Shop Gallery in Philadelphia, PA. She currently lives at Envirolution headquarters on the Lower East Side and dreams of one day designing and producing her own lingerie line from recycled clothing.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Laundromat is grateful to Alex Gamboa, of Envirolution for their support of this exhibition. To find out more about Envirolution's efforts to promote environmental sustainability visit: <a href="http://www.envirolution.org/">www.envirolution.org</a></div><div><br /></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-36877210754045063922008-03-18T18:18:00.000-07:002009-06-07T18:29:33.421-07:00Jonathan Allmaier & Maria Walker: March 15, 2008 at The Laundromat<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://allmaier.wordpress.com/resume">Jonathan Allmaier</a> & Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div>View from gallery entrance.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-B1Tm1a6VI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DmU6IGTCuPk/s1600-h/P1000200.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-B1Tm1a6VI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DmU6IGTCuPk/s400/P1000200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179268551178643794" /></a><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">First Things First. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Acrylic on canvas, 2008.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bzwm1a6RI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9h3vtCimzr4/s1600-h/P1000227.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bzwm1a6RI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9h3vtCimzr4/s400/P1000227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179266850371594514" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I Did Not Parade the "Colors". </span>Oil on canvas, 2007.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bzx21a6SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2qivDFMN-i8/s1600-h/P1000228.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bzx21a6SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2qivDFMN-i8/s400/P1000228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179266871846431010" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier & Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div>Installation view</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzyG1a6TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-l6bCWJFmyk/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzyG1a6TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-l6bCWJFmyk/s400/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179266876141398322" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You Can Try to Have a Nice House, But What Can You Do? </span>Oil on canvas, 2007. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bzy21a6UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7_742f32wT0/s1600-h/P1000221.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bzy21a6UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7_742f32wT0/s400/P1000221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179266889026300226" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Untitled. </span>Acrylic on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzD21a6NI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RP3Q0AGK3so/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzD21a6NI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RP3Q0AGK3so/s400/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179266081572448466" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzEW1a6OI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-HkH13Gjr5E/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzEW1a6OI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-HkH13Gjr5E/s400/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179266090162383074" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier & Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div>Installation view</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzE21a6PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rcbVbCXntNc/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzE21a6PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rcbVbCXntNc/s400/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179266098752317682" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">You Know There Are Two Distances in Your Distance. </span>Oil on canvas, 2007.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzF21a6QI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vnz2v-05sCg/s1600-h/P1000219.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BzF21a6QI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vnz2v-05sCg/s400/P1000219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179266115932186882" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Untitled.</span> Acrylic on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-ByB21a6JI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Hv3zBypD2xA/s1600-h/P1000217.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-ByB21a6JI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Hv3zBypD2xA/s400/P1000217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179264947701082258" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier & Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div>Installation view.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-ByCW1a6KI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jxMC3bImSqc/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-ByCW1a6KI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jxMC3bImSqc/s400/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179264956291016866" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">AMERICAN: Address the Need For a Culture By Starting the Painting Earlier. </span>Oil on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-ByCm1a6LI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sUVdB_0vOUA/s1600-h/P1000206.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-ByCm1a6LI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sUVdB_0vOUA/s400/P1000206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179264960585984178" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier & Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div>Installation view.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-ByC21a6MI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3ACQgs-z2Ek/s1600-h/P1000197.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-ByC21a6MI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3ACQgs-z2Ek/s400/P1000197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179264964880951490" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Untitled. </span>Acrylic on canvas, 2007.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bw-W1a6GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZdbxPGMURtk/s1600-h/P1000216.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bw-W1a6GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZdbxPGMURtk/s400/P1000216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179263788059912290" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">One Way is the Amazon River (Dangerous) Behind a Grate, the Other is the Pacific Ocean. </span>Oil on canvas, 2007.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bw921a6FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iwSLvzfpvu4/s400/P1000213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179263779469977682" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Untitled. </span>Acrylic on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bw-21a6HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ai2Bb-JS8VA/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bw-21a6HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ai2Bb-JS8VA/s400/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179263796649846898" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Sleepwalker. </span>Acrylic on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bw_G1a6II/AAAAAAAAAJM/nFj46SZyYwg/s1600-h/P1000214.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bw_G1a6II/AAAAAAAAAJM/nFj46SZyYwg/s400/P1000214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179263800944814210" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">X. </span>Acrylic on canvas, 2007.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bv0m1a6BI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AMgwMJ7oXvg/s1600-h/P1000235.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bv0m1a6BI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AMgwMJ7oXvg/s400/P1000235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179262521044559890" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Johnathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Banquet of the Starved.</span> Oil on linen, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bv1G1a6CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2hKfGZfa4lw/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bv1G1a6CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2hKfGZfa4lw/s400/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179262529634494498" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">It's Time to Look Past Compositional Style as a Model of History</span>. Oil on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bv121a6DI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pLA55pEjbYg/s1600-h/P1000237.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bv121a6DI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pLA55pEjbYg/s400/P1000237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179262542519396402" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Be Specific About the Gap Between What and What in the Mind. </span>Oil on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bv2W1a6EI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Weg_Qk-Bfgs/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bv2W1a6EI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Weg_Qk-Bfgs/s400/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179262551109331010" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Untitled.</span> Acrylic on canvas, 2007.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Buc21a59I/AAAAAAAAAH0/juS8umYpBPk/s1600-h/P1000204.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Buc21a59I/AAAAAAAAAH0/juS8umYpBPk/s400/P1000204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179261013511038930" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BudG1a5-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/2uqp9lLz5fw/s1600-h/P1000242.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BudG1a5-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/2uqp9lLz5fw/s400/P1000242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179261017806006242" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Slo Mo.</span> Acrylic on canvas, 2007.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BudW1a5_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LWu9aLh6Ruk/s1600-h/P1000243.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BudW1a5_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LWu9aLh6Ruk/s400/P1000243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179261022100973554" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier & Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div>Installation view.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bud21a6AI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WKQzObw9c3o/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bud21a6AI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WKQzObw9c3o/s400/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179261030690908162" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier & Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div>Installation view.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BtzW1a55I/AAAAAAAAAHU/pSDiYf54aIA/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BtzW1a55I/AAAAAAAAAHU/pSDiYf54aIA/s400/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179260300546467730" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Btzm1a56I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cw6ZeKzPHMk/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Btzm1a56I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cw6ZeKzPHMk/s400/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179260304841435042" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Vincent, You Stay Away From My Daughter. </span>Oil on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bt0G1a57I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZO0x00BHoYI/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bt0G1a57I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZO0x00BHoYI/s400/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179260313431369650" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Round Plus Square (What is the Source of Ritual, What is the Nature of Community). </span>Oil on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bt0W1a58I/AAAAAAAAAHs/H8xn5rP1yWA/s1600-h/P1000230.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Bt0W1a58I/AAAAAAAAAHs/H8xn5rP1yWA/s400/P1000230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179260317726336962" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Untitled. </span>Acrylic on canvas, 2008.</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Br4W1a54I/AAAAAAAAAHM/gFevrvPFqY0/s1600-h/P1000232.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Br4W1a54I/AAAAAAAAAHM/gFevrvPFqY0/s400/P1000232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179258187422558082" /></a><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">A Man Providing For The Family. </span>Oil on linen, 2007.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-Br4G1a53I/AAAAAAAAAHE/E3avVy4fA8k/s400/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179258183127590770" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BrFG1a52I/AAAAAAAAAG8/yOZyXuhVGuc/s1600-h/P1000233.JPG"></a></div><div> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BrFG1a52I/AAAAAAAAAG8/yOZyXuhVGuc/s1600-h/P1000233.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BrFG1a52I/AAAAAAAAAG8/yOZyXuhVGuc/s400/P1000233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179257306954262370" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>At the reception for the artists, March 15, 2008.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R-BrE21a51I/AAAAAAAAAG0/_eh8IgoGiX4/s400/crowd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179257302659295058" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin A. Curran interviews Maria Walker and Jonathan Allmaier:</div><div> <br />KAC: Maria, you did not title many of your pieces, what's up with that? What do you think is the function of the title? What happens when there is no title? I think I am harping on the title issue because that was one of the big contrasts I noticed as I entered the info on the blog. It is interesting to me how much Jon has going on with his titles and you seem reluctant to put words to your work. Can language introduce an artwork? Do you think it is better for the audience to bring their own words to your work? Like: Stretched, Poked, Stained, Drips, Dots, Raw canvas, etc.<br /><br />MW: I am not reluctant to title my paintings. I am just very careful in deciding on what the title for a painting is, and deciding on a title often takes time for me. Some titles are very clear, and I know what they will be even before the painting is made. Some paintings I know may have a title, but I need to work and wait at figuring out what that title is. And then some paintings just do not have titles.<br /><br />When I title a painting, I’m looking for a title that engages, but doesn’t impede the experience of looking. I think of the titles like puzzles, and I’m working on solving the right balance between the title and the painting, in which the painting is brought forward as clearly and luminously as possible. There’s a dance and resonance between the two. The titles usually come from the process (rules, logic, order, and surprises in the work), personal associations, or source material. They may come from the experience of what it was like to make the piece.<br /><br />Titles are tricky, though, and a bad title can shut down a painting. I would rather leave a painting untitled and let it come forward as its own, clear self, than muffle it up with a rushed, bad title. There were some very recent paintings in this show for which I simply still don’t know what the titles are. When I decide to leave a painting untitled, it’s because I feel like it comes forward most clearly without any words in conjunction with it. For these paintings I feel like I can’t think of a title that wouldn’t start to shut down the painting in some way.<br /><br /><br />KAC: Your pieces point out their structure and their process. So the language I come up with looking at your work is about these actions that distort the canvas and its skeleton. It is physical work.<br /><br />MW: The making of the paintings works as a series of rules that combine with intuition, creating a puzzle-like process full of risk, instinct, distance, parameters, and analysis. The paintings are not all process, though. The process is a way to get to/ access something a kind of thinking I could not arrive at otherwise. When I paint, I am pushing to arrive at a different kind of relationship to myself and to the painting; this is a point where each opens up in new, unexpected ways.<br /><br />KAC: How do you select color? How do colors relate to one another and to the canvas? What is color doing in your paintings?<br /><br />MW: I work from a similar balance between rules/parameters and intuition when thinking about color. With color, I am interested in both how I can mentally work my way through a painting by subjectively making choices about color, and also what happens when I displace where the choices about color are coming from (for example, by setting up some kind of rule system). I find that color works best when it is essentially part of the painting just like any other element of the work—the canvas, the stretcher, the physical substance of the paint. The same goes for the stretchers. I want the paintings to work as singular objects, with each separate element combining to create something at which point the stretcher on its own or the color on its own isn’t more interesting on removable that the whole, singular thing.<br /><br />KAC: What is boring about a regular stretcher? How do you go about crafting your stretchers?<br /><br />MW: I have nothing against a traditional rectangular stretcher, and actually the subtleties of the nuances of a “regular stretcher” are profound. I began painting on these “shaped” kinds of stretchers because their change of structure helped me start painting more freely. Their very physical nature, combined with the kind of rule-based method I had started working with allow me to enter a painting more clearly, and access the kind of displaced thinking I addressed earlier.<br /><br />When building the stretchers, I focus on thinking about what kind of surface and structure I want to work with. What kind of surface do I want to touch? What kind of questions about materials and painting do I have right now, and what kind of structure/frame/stretcher will best help me explore that? I get very involved in building the stretchers. I have been using scraps from old stretchers, leftover pieces of wood from the saw, etc, etc. This wood has been important to me, since it creates a limitation in and of itself to work with. How the stretchers change and develop often leads one to the next, and I’ll make several at one time. Other times, the idea for the stretcher comes with lots of thinking about a particular painting.<br /><br />KAC: How do you and Jon decide how to arrange your work together in the same space?<br /><br />MW: Jon, Amy, and I decided how to hang our work by thinking about what would make the best show. We considered each piece and what it needed, and went from there.<br /><br />KAC: Jon, how do the titles of your work relate to the image?<br />JA: There is not generally much of an image, or that’s not how I think of the paintings.<br />KAC: What do you think is the function of the title? Does the title add something to the image?<br />JA: The title doesn’t add anything per se, as far as I know, either to the painting or to its image. The title exists parallel to the painting – it is the result of a parallel process to the process of making a painting. Like having a show, the title is an important part of the life of the painting, but it is not made of the same stuff as the painting. Still, not unimportant.<br />KAC: Can language introduce an artwork?<br />JA: In the case of painting, I don’t think so. Language and painting are such fundamentally different things, language being so necessarily abstract. Painting can’t be abstract in the same way. It has to have particular physical properties. You could talk about images in terms of language, but not paintings. The one way that painting can be abstract is in the really traditional sense – in the regularity and predictability of the more or less flat thing on the wall. But that is a different type of abstraction that what you get in language. It’s not as purely abstract, but enough to develop a history and a community. Maybe better for developing those things, in some ways, because it’s not as purely abstract.<br /><br /><br />KAC: How does scale function in your paintings? I mean the scale of the canvas but also that of the color forms and fields and the marks in the image.<br />JA: I had been doing small paintings for a while because, when you think of a small painting, the space of a small painting is a mental space. The idea of a small painting is a mental idea. That was the kind of idea I was interested in at that point. But the physical properties of the small stretchers I built, and the paint I used, and the fact that the canvas itself stayed pretty present on the small size, meant that the scale of the canvas, forms, and paint was a pretty physical scale. It goes to show that the body is not reducible to gesture, but shapes our thoughts too.<br />I’m doing big paintings now, trying to think about color very directly, in a very mental or imaginative way, and apply that large physical space to the mind, having learned something from the smaller paintings.<br />KAC: How do you select color?<br />JA: In terms of scale. It’s interesting to really try to make color the primary thing, to make the color generate the scale and the drawing. The main things in terms of selection, or a way of starting, are the size and shape of the canvas, and the color. I’m interested in painting where the color is indistinguishable from the scale and the drawing.<br />KAC: How do colors relate to one another and to the canvas? What is color doing in your paintings?<br />JA: Not for me to say.<br />KAC: How do you and Maria decide how to arrange your work together in the same space?<br />JA: My approach is to pick the painting I want to hang, and then see where that painting ought to go.<br />KAC: What is boring about using manufactured paint?<br />JA: Nothing is categorically boring about it. I prefer making my own paint because that way I know what the paint is, in terms of the pigment it comes from and the way that pigment took the oil to become paint. There will always be some kind of mystery waiting for you about your pigment, even if you made it yourself by grinding up tree-bark or bugs, or used dirt. But making the paint makes the mystery a less arbitrary mystery, because the process of making it has to do with how you are going to use it.<br />KAC: What qualities are you trying to produce in the paints that you craft?<br />JA: You can’t try to produce any qualities, just try to make the best paint you can (I define that as using as little oil as possible). The pigment is not up to you, it’s a physical object. Of course, my paint would be different from yours, but only because painting is not that purely abstract.<br />KAC: What is the significance of intimacy with your raw materials?<br />JA: See above.<br />KAC: Why do you reveal the stretcher below the surface by letting it become part of the image?<br />JA: This is mostly because I like thin stretchers. When I make my own stretcher, the most straightforward way to make a good thin stretcher is to leave off the lip. But fancier stretchers will also show themselves sometimes if they are thin. I like a thin stretcher because it is all you need to stretch a canvas, and because it affects the scale of the canvas (and then the paint) in relation to the stretcher, and to the wall. This is a type of scale that tends to keep the painting unified as (necessarily) that particular thing. You could say that canvas itself is thin, and so is paint, and so a stretcher that stays closer to that level of thickness creates a complexity of scale.<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Many thanks to Maria and Jon, and to Amy Lincoln for an excellent show.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kevin A. Curran</div><div>March 2008.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-42598738580953674542008-02-26T05:04:00.000-08:002008-12-11T08:23:26.081-08:00Upcoming Exhibition March 15th 2008: Maria Walker and Jonathan Allmaier<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8QPAFH2QMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/c2PpgtJFdNA/s1600-h/AWcardfront.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8QPAFH2QMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/c2PpgtJFdNA/s400/AWcardfront.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171274766177681602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8QPAlH2QNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iKu3Fe1d5gE/s1600-h/AWcardback.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8QPAlH2QNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iKu3Fe1d5gE/s400/AWcardback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171274774767616210" /></a><div>The Laundromat will feature paintings by Maria Walker and Jonathan Allmaier on March 15, 2008. Each artist explores and expands upon at least one aspect of the craft of painting. </div><div><br />Walker builds complex stretchers that involve irregular pieces of wood poking out against the canvas. The canvas forms a topography of peaks and valleys which the artist reacts and responds to with acrylic paint in varied hues both bright and subtle. The stretcher dictates the flow of water and acrylic paint across the surface to create the image.<br /><br />Allmaier also works in the abstract mien, though his painterly inquiry involves color and the substance of paint itself. Allmaier mixes many of his own paints from dry pigments. The result is intense, saturated hues of red, pink, green, yellow, and blue which Allmaier contrasts against one another in abstract shapes. The paintings allow us to see pigment as a physical object, each color distinct in texture and behavior, some cracking, others separating, an experiment unfolding before our eyes.</div><div><br />Allmaier has shown his work in Philadelphia, including the Philadelphia Museum of Art; Berlin; Providence, RI; and Lincoln, United Kingdom. Walker has exhibited in Philadelphia, Berlin, and Providence, RI. Both artists graduated from Brown University and earned MFAs in painting at Tyler School of Art. They live and work together in the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn, where they frequently discuss one another's paintings. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan Allmaier "Round Plus Square (What is the Source of Ritual/ What is the Nature of Community)" 2008.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8YtaVH2QSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oyqWs2zMlkQ/s400/Allmaier_Jonathan_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171871152451502370" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Maria Walker "Untitled" 2008.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8YrzVH2QRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/auD-SyaDm9k/s400/07.12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171869382924976402" /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This will be the second exhibition to be presented by the Laundromat. The gallery will be open by appointment March 15th, with a reception from 6-9 pm.<br /><br /></div><div>For additional images of Maria Walker's art work:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://mariawalker.wordpress.com/">http://mariawalker.wordpress.com</a></div><div><br /></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8144971409593659224.post-56731776581617015662008-02-24T12:58:00.001-08:002008-12-11T08:23:30.712-08:00Inaugural Exhibition at the Laundromat: Christopher Deo & Sarah McDougald KohnThe Laundromat is pleased to announce a one-day exhibition of new work by Brooklyn-based artists Christopher Deo and Sarah McDougald Kohn. Although these two artists each studied painting, their individual practices have strayed from the two-dimensional image into sculpture and installation.<div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IEWVH2QAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/51U1UBvGi_c/s1600-h/P1000155.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IEWVH2QAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/51U1UBvGi_c/s400/P1000155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170700103848443906" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Christopher Deo <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Two Untitled Paintings.</span> Oil on drafting film, 2008.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IEWlH2QBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YCwaM5YpUMQ/s1600-h/P1000157.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IEWlH2QBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YCwaM5YpUMQ/s400/P1000157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170700108143411218" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IEW1H2QCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SJSEYF5iS0o/s1600-h/P1000160.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IEW1H2QCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SJSEYF5iS0o/s400/P1000160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170700112438378530" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Christopher Deo <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Untitled Wall Piece.</span> Ink on matte board, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDx1H2P7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/pRuacOHq0c0/s1600-h/P1000153.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDx1H2P7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/pRuacOHq0c0/s400/P1000153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699476783218610" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>detail</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDyFH2P8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/dATjdbq1QqU/s1600-h/DSCF3748.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDyFH2P8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/dATjdbq1QqU/s400/DSCF3748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699481078185922" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Sarah McDougald Kohn <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Untitled (Hang Tight).</span> Acrylic paint, ink, wood, clay, nails and cotton jersey, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDyVH2P9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GwsFUhYmWxk/s1600-h/DSCF3710.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDyVH2P9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/GwsFUhYmWxk/s400/DSCF3710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699485373153234" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>detail</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDyVH2P-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/v56K-k3-t7Q/s1600-h/P1000162.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDyVH2P-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/v56K-k3-t7Q/s400/P1000162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699485373153250" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>detail</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDylH2P_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/g6V4--ImWnI/s1600-h/DSCF3724.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDylH2P_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/g6V4--ImWnI/s400/DSCF3724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699489668120562" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Sarah McDougald Kohn</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Valentine</span>. Wood, clay, acrylic, ink and cotton jersey, 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDalH2P2I/AAAAAAAAADM/muRZZGtWcwo/s1600-h/DSCF3711.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDalH2P2I/AAAAAAAAADM/muRZZGtWcwo/s400/DSCF3711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699077351260002" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>detail</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IgtVH2QHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3S2kRufpc7Y/s400/DSCF3755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170731285311012978" /></div><div><br /></div><div>detail</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDalH2P3I/AAAAAAAAADU/gHsBkhSpSTA/s1600-h/DSCF3719.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDalH2P3I/AAAAAAAAADU/gHsBkhSpSTA/s400/DSCF3719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699077351260018" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>detail</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDa1H2P4I/AAAAAAAAADc/TfhXlrbC6sQ/s1600-h/DSCF3720.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDa1H2P4I/AAAAAAAAADc/TfhXlrbC6sQ/s400/DSCF3720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699081646227330" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Sarah McDougald Kohn</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Everything Has a Name (Floor Piece) II</span>. Wood, clay, acrylic medium, paint and screws. 2008.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDbFH2P5I/AAAAAAAAADk/HHZ7Q5_zh-o/s1600-h/DSCF3713.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDbFH2P5I/AAAAAAAAADk/HHZ7Q5_zh-o/s400/DSCF3713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699085941194642" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>detail</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDbFH2P6I/AAAAAAAAADs/EHuhna-6iMQ/s1600-h/DSCF3717.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IDbFH2P6I/AAAAAAAAADs/EHuhna-6iMQ/s400/DSCF3717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699085941194658" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Sarah McDougald Kohn, Kevin Curran, and Christopher Deo.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8IiflH2QII/AAAAAAAAAFg/ErBPddM0Dzc/s400/DSCF3696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170733248111067266" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This show happened in my space in Bushwick last weekend. I decided to invite Sarah and Chris to do a show together because I know they both studied painting, and I noticed that they are also both really into materials and process. The other reason is that they don't know each other. I wanted them to meet each other, and I wanted her people to meet his people.<br /><br /><br />I have known Sarah for a few years. I met her in school and so the lines were drawn, she was in Painting and I was in Sculpture. Her work has blurred the sculptural and the pictorial for the entire time I've known her and much of the conversation that happened around her work was with people who make two- dimensional images. Does this make a difference?<br /><br />Sarah says:<br /><br />"I believe the way in which something is made plays a vital role in what it ends up being. Although sculptural in nature, my work is primarily about drawing. I use constructed objects, often made from recognizable materials, as marks, gestures, and lines in wall based compositions that have a frontal vantage point."<br /><br /><br />Chris Deo moved to NYC from Minneapolis last Summer and we work together for an art service in the city. Everyone I work with is also an artist, which makes for good conversation as we all studied various things in various places; different axes to grind. I visited Chris's studio and was struck by the care with which he crafted the panels he painted on and how he used unexpected materials in their construction. But when I looked at the abstract ink blot image on the panel I wasn't sure which was more important, the panel or the image?<br /><br />Chris says:<br /><br />" I like the suggestion that we can distinguish between feeling and memory...that somehow a thing, a representation can become the residue of another, first. Current and recent projects have resulted in a developing polarity of materiality and imagery. The point that mediates and distinguishes the two as being opposed is the manipulation and use of expectation, specifically the expectation of an established hierarchy. Through suggestive layers of imagery and a seductive use of materiality, our resulting expectations and interpretations are challenged. Through this use, and specifically a manipulation of the various armatures upon which imagery is hung, these images and their potential for concrete resolve become mutable. It is precisely this characteristic that serves as both a catalyst for and the content of this work. These images are also the result of a cognitive investment in the notion of tedium that is driven both by and to sub-conscious and intuited layers of mark, imagery, and evaluation. These layers, often being of personal/idiosyncratic nature, in conjunction with the overt abundance of time invested, are intended to pre-establish a mode of belief or validation in viewing. It is through this guise of validity that I hope to further question the notion of meaning; this is not an attempt to abolish meaning, but rather an attempt to unravel the boundaries of critique. I see this as being very closely linked to ideas/ideals of presentation and materiality."<br /><br /><br />Many thanks to Sarah and Chris for their careful and thoughtful installation, and to Amy Lincoln for editing the exhibition materials and photographing the show.<br /><br />Kevin A. Curran<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTQXxt0gG1c/R8ImTlH2QJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qfhyXn_Eusg/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170737439999148178" /><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div>Kevin Andrew Curranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01812848300756754216noreply@blogger.com0