Monthly Archives: January 2010

A Few Things Up My Sleeve

I’ve been scheming my ass off the last couple days, brainstorming and planning a few events. I hope you can join me in all:

First and foremost:

Greenpoint Food Market returns February 13th. It will be a love day extravaganza with enough hearts installed to keep you nauseous for days. There will be aphrodisiac inspired treats, a secret foodmirer bulletin board, and a kissing photo booth courtesy Color Me Katie and my dearest Hyla. Also performance by Rifle Recoil and music provided by dj Jimmy T. I am very excited.

Then on the following day is another love day inspired event. Greenpoint Girls Group‘s FUCK LOVE BRUNCH AFFAIR. I really like the invite I made, which is just paper I held with my mouth whilst sticking up my finger and forming a heart on photobooth. All you Greenpoint Ladies, single or tied, come forth and let’s celebrate the death of love. just kidding…

And finally, I am very proud to present Work It Brooklyn. My dearest Aja originally thought of this event where freelance creative types in North Brooklyn would get together and share their skills and contacts for potential gigs and collaborations and healthy competitions. She brought me along and I brought dearest Briana along and we made this baby called Work It Brooklyn to happen February 24th at the Arsenal. There will be stations pertaining to your field (art, dance, graphic design, etc) as well as speed networking (like speed dating but productive and less awkward). It’ll be fun, join us. Add us to your facebook groups too.

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Apply, Sign Up, Attend, Enjoy

Few things from the inbox:

The Wassaic Project, a public art project in Wassaic upstate put together by a few artists, is accepting applications for a summer artist residency. Deadline is in a few days, Feb 1st. Residency from May – August. I wish I were an artist.

Brooklyn Lyceum’s Holiday Market was Awesome. Their next food & craft oriented market, called Brooklyn Craft Central will be held May 1 + 2. If you are a foodie or crafter and have a thing or two to show off, register. By the way, I LOVE LOVE LOVE their postcard designs.

LES’ Grand Opening is currently storing Trade School, where you can take a class every night through end of February with a range of topics from foraging to swing dancing to throwing an art fair, all in exchange for stuff and services. Barter and learn! Too bad the swing dance is filled up.

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Reader: Jan 27, 2010

– Like the looks of this house. Like the looks of this work/craft space.

Yoga for foodies. “Ssssmell the squassshhhh waaaafting through the air.” Another culture consumed. Pity. omg: “Yoga, a noun, is also used as an adjective by many American yogis, as in “That’s so yoga.”

Village Voice’s 18 Gotham Best Blogs includes Art Fag City and New York Shitty.

– This is the best food blog ever. A post on donut plant and farting on despicable women on the subway. Also, fish and squatting on public toilets. I can learn from this dude.

Bourdain “calling Waters a “visionary” who “says some stupid shit sometimes.”

Unhappy Hipsters are images taken from Dwell magazine with some amazing captions added.

– Behold, the slant ruled notebook.

Susan Sarandon spanks pigs onstage at of montreal concert.

How art can be used to contextualize and understand environmental concerns. Example: Dave Olsen studies the pollution that is Newtown Creek under an alter ego, the vulture. I will contact him in hopes to meet and speak one day.

Ecosexual cake contest. (via c-monster)

When a journalist asks you how much you make blogging : “None of your fucking business” isn’t polite, so I suggest joking evasion such as “I’m making in the low billions, thanks for asking.”


Sex in art.

Astoria’s scum river bridge.

The Onion on Haiti. Also, intro to Haitian music.

–  Whitney Biennial?

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Reader: Jan 26. 2010

– James Kalm documents the blogger panel at X-initiative, and some comments.

Intro to tennis, indie rock style.

Little City Gardens is a small urban farm based in San Francisco. There are such urban farms sprouting in NY, specifically Brooklyn. But I note this here farm because I like their website, drawings and writing style. Poetic. They are also interviewed here.

– Really cheesy and performative sanddrawing. (via jeff bridges)

Penny de los santos, an amazing food photographer is hosting a workshop.

– I still don’t know the difference between a slow cooker and a pressure cooker. I should educate myself in the kitchen with these devices.

Worse album covers ever. (via jeff bridges)

Pistachio date scones.

Radish: a locally sourced prepared foods shop to open in Wburg. My issues: “seasonal prepared foods” made with ingredients purchased largely from local farms and purveyors” BUT, “It’s going to be seasonal food from around the world”. ALSO, what are homemade items?? They will supply bread made by “purveyors that people know well”. The store was inspired by Marlow & Sons and is convinced Wburg is a matchmade in heaven for this plan: “because of the condo boom, there’s such a flux of people moving here from the city. There’s so much room for good food in this neighborhood,” she says. “I think that having specialty food stores on every block would be fantastic. People want good food and variety and there’s room for a lot more ” THIS IS KIND OF MAKING ME BARF. I am skeptical. They also say regarding existing health food stores in wburg: “You can tell they’re old. They look like they’ve been sitting around, and are probably made in some kitchen in Long Island. That sort of prepared food doesn’t look appealing to me at all; it just doesn’t work for us. It’s important to us that food is fresh and made on-site. People should know where their food is coming from.” This all sounds insincere and opportunistic. I will look forward to Radish opening with a very careful and skeptical eye.

– Fever Ray out gaga’s lady gaga. (via free williamsburg)

Notes and video on the Williamsburg bike lane debate at Jamie’s OCD series at Pete’s. More notes here.

Public artists wanted.

Mushroom thyme omelette with gorgonzola.

– Amanda Stern’s to do list.

– Crazy asians. (via skimkim)

Liza document’s the scrumptious beauty that is Kumquat Cupcakery.

– These are some pretty hot foodies.

Lemon curd tart with olive oil.

Clouds are the new mustaches.

Tea sub. Want.

Tips for better ideas.

Carl Kleiner. AMAZING. ARTIST. LOVE. (via design is mine)

Love-O-Scope.

– The 100 best sci-fi & fantasy novels. (via marginal revolution)

Museums should handle their paintings more carefully.

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Thoughts on Tablet

image via gizmodo

I’ve been reading a few blips here and there about Apple’s upcoming tablet. I was pretty indifferent to it as I was with itouch and other devices they come up with. For someone who is rather indifferent and far from being any sort of tech geek, I read this article about the tablet and grew a bit concerned. The device is planned to have all the applications of an iphone and is to be used as a way to read news, books, media, etc. Companies such as conde nast, NYT and the likes would develop templates with subscriber fees to gain access to their publications. It’s a portable reading device that is the convergence of a laptop and iphone.

I will never buy a tablet. I don’t even like the word. It has a crude ring to it. A stone-age savage ring that reflects our current obsession with information, our inability to fully absorb and make sense of that information, harnessing back to an overconsumed frazzled state of uncivilized imbalance. I think the tablet will be unsuccessful and useless, I will just fine with my iphone and laptop. I won’t be receiving wifi in the subway anyway. It’s an excess and as a consumer I feel manipulated and taken advantage of when Apple expects me to pay $500-700 on something I don’t need but will most likely want because it’s going to be the “it” product of 2010. Not to mention I’ll have to pay an extra $200 and sign a contract for data plans. No thank you.

There were some alarming sentences while reading this article. In having successfully conquered the music downloading system, they are essentially “imposing its own will on the music labels, bullying them into accepting Apple’s pricing and other terms. With the new tablet, media companies could be submitting themselves to similar pricing restrictions and sacrificing their direct relationship with customers to Apple…but, they will most likely be “a more benevolent warden of online content, than, say, Amazon.com”. Scary.

Apple as a tyrant superpower is a freakish thought, and we are all buying into it.

I would never have thought to write a blog post about techie devices, let alone have a second thought about it. But after reading this article about content consumption and finding myself constantly struggling with not having enough time to read blogs and websites and process the information extracted, applying it in any productive or useful manner, I’m growing a bit tired of it all and can only see the tablet as an oncoming nuisance.

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Dan Perjovschi at Lombard-Freid Projects

Postcards from America, all images via Lombard-Freid Projects

The first time I’ve seen Dan Perjovschi‘s wall drawings were at Lombard-Freid and MoMA last year. I fell in love with the brevity, the instantaneousness, the incisive punch, the cartoonish gesture and automatic nonchalance, the presentness of its cultural specificity, and the ephemeral, rebellious and temporal medium of marker on wall. All these factors were very welcoming. As a viewer I was able to join the conversation with a level of homey comfort, appreciating a voice that was critical but not overpowering, personal but reflective of the collective thought. I can imagine the process of these resulting images, the artist playing around with letters in words, a quick gesture of the hand marking a significant meaning, a simple and quick reaction to some political and cultural happening, saying much while doing little.

The current show at Lombard-Freid Projects were not wall drawings but a series of hundreds of postcard sized drawings created during his travels around the world, a satirical commentary on the artist’s stature as an “international artist”. It’s based on his 1994 series Postcards from America, drawings pasted onto cardboard, installed into a massive grid of 500 drawings. I experience a serious brain fart whenever walking into installations of massive accumulations of info, a serial concoction of sayings, figures, expressions, and opinions are overwhelming but peer into as many as you can, as personally as you can, and it’s a gratifying experience.

Perjovschi’s signature practice of wall drawings is put aside here, the temporal medium that is washed away/painted over after a show does not qualify here, making the work more pertinent/permanent, following an order as patterned by the cards. I almost wished for a more messy installation, with the cards literally jumbled and haphazardously placed around the gallery, running rampant with no clear placement, the way his wall drawings are usually installed, reflecting a thought process that is as non-linear as a daydream. The rigidity of the postcards’ placement made it less fun but still powerful in its brainstorming and aphorisms.

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Josh Dorman at Mary Ryan Gallery

st. tremble (all images via mary ryan gallery)

I first experienced Josh Dorman‘s paintings whilst interning at Pierogi Gallery a few years back. I remember the old topographical survey maps, tinted with age and layered with meticulously arranged shapes and images, colors flowing within and outside of existing contours, combining histories and facets of the past to embrace a dream that is reflective and inquisitive of the real world.

St. Ember

Viewing his new series of works at Mary Ryan Gallery was a refreshing reminder of my great enthusiasm for all things collage, especially if it invokes looking at and thinking about the world with fantasy inducing stories while incorporating an undercurrent of criticism, passive yet incisive questioning, and a loss of order or norm.

Versus

This is exactly what these paintings endorsed for me and I particularly appreciated their overwhelming cascade of images, and the filling in of existing grids within the map, tiny squares that must represent streets, brimming with shades of red and blue so that from a distance creates a smokey explosion of color, gradations of residue, or a conquering of abstract landscapes. This is especially seen in the works St. Tremble and St. Ember. These patches of color are centered, surrounded by an accumulation of objects and animals, images that have been cut and pasted (the old school way) from a vast collection of pre-photography illustrations. Specificity of location and identity of objects is blurred and insignificant, everything is given new life in a process of incorporation and re-christening into a surrealistic world of chance arrangement.

Untitled (If on a Summer's Night, A Traveler)

There is no clear narrative in these works. Rather I see it as a brainstorming gesture, an automatic process, a supposition, a inconsequential arrangement of form, that suggest dreams, a return to origins, a reverence for nature, a nostalgia for pre-industrial purity, a conscious forgetting of borders and territory infatuation. Manmade cultures don’t apply here. There is no beginning or devastating end. Just a continual progression of undulating landscapes.

Whisper

Bridges are a main motif in these paintings, a seeming exodus from one point to another, yet we are unsure where they are headed, if it’s an escape, an emptying of spiritual inventory, a divide between the human and animal, or a convergence between the two. The combination of atmospheric washes of paint with the rigidity of bicycles, canons, and industrial devices coalescing with monkeys, elephants, and parrots instill a sense of experiencing a creepy dream as it unfolds, opening the vault of a chaotic mind attempting order and compartmentalizing, all in vain. In the end, specificity is nullified, ethereal and nameless prevails.

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