Triumph

| Helios 2009, sunglasses, acrylic plaster, metal, PE, wood, gloss paint, synthetic plaster, 39 x 27 x 26 cm | Bäh, Bäh, Bäh 2008, plastic, acrylic plaster, PE, glass, metal, textiles, 22 x 13 x 17 cm |
Two Mountains

Eyeporium Gallery Exhibition Opening
"Paper+Paint" by Sarah Kretchmer and Marianna Levant
Opening Night is Friday, April 2, 2010
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[Dakis] Joannou, a New Museum trustee, is friendly with Lisa Phillips, the museum's director. Her curator, Massimiliano Gioni, has worked previously with Joannou, and he oversaw the current three-floor Urs Fischer show. [Editor's note: Gioni is also apparently close with Joannou and they speak weekly]. Urs Fischer has curated shows for Joannou; Joannou also owns a good deal of Fischer's work. Fischer's art dealer is Gavin Brown, who also represents Elizabeth Peyton, Jeremy Deller, and Steven Shearer, all four of whom have had solo shows at the New Museum since it re-opened less than two years ago.




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Our new design, a huge new server and fresh exciting directions have finally begun! Keep your eyes here for our electrifying plans. Thanks to Tim Olson for getting it all together, to Marianna Levant for the redesign and to Dave Roth for starting the transformation.
Christian Viveros-Faune, left, Tyler Green, right
The Basel Miami Fair(s) covered from head to toe by Joanne Mattera. Almost all of ‘em. Mattera, a painter, does an excellent job. Check out her comments and images. at the Joanne Mattera Art Blog.
New Yorker art critic Peter Schjeldahl said in a recent speech given there, that Chicago is a “receptor city.”




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... Again - speaking of my condition - I am so grateful for yet another thing. I've noticed that others, too, hear sounds and strange voices during their attacks, as I did, and that things seemed to change before their very...I stumbled across this gem at the ever-so-indespensible Museum of Online Museums.
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, 22 May 1889
In the summer of 2004 when I was teaching an introduction to contemporary art at the Anderson Ranch near Aspen, in Colorado, I came up with two ideas that I felt would help make sense of the confusion that prevails. Are we in a post-pluralist free-fall? Which direction is up? Who threw out the baby with the bath?
I was not convinced that art history and the art world were finished, yet the art world seemed at an impasse. Pluralism, long confused with anti-Leninist socialisms or, on an even deeper level, with polytheism, had been cast aside. Art was tied up in a knot, with no clear prerogatives and certainly without direction. But the term “direction” implies the dreaded Master Narrative that we have all tried to deconstruct, inadvertently letting it be replaced by…..the Market?
Perhaps it was not the end of art history, but the end of a certain restricted art history. Perhaps it was not the end of the art world, but the end of a certain kind of art world. I, of course, knew it was all rhetoric. Or as the Dadaists used to say, art is dead; long live art...........


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"It will be beautiful, it will be beautiful," is the stubbornly repeated, vague incantation of Roger Buergel, artistic director of the forthcoming Documenta 12, scheduled to open in June 2007. --from Artnet, June 2006
of their colleagues and be able to chat, unimpeded by the crowds of ordinary art tourists that can clog the works at other times, so I steadfastly blanked out all references, news stories, and opinions about it. The catalogue sat on my desk for a month with its plastic wrapper intact.


Bicycle Wheel was the first of a class of objects that Duchamp called his "readymades." He created twenty-one of them, all between 1915 and 1923. The readymades are a varied collection of items, but there are several ideas that unite them.Don't be a hater!
The readymades are experiments in provocation, the products of a conscious effort to break every rule of the artistic tradition. in order to create a new kind of art -- one that engages the mind instead of the eye, in ways that provoke the observer to participate and think.
Severity of sculptures stems from caprice
Alan Artner Tribune art critic
August 3, 2007
David Roth's painted wood wall sculptures at the Packer Schopf Gallery have some of the severity of abstract wall reliefs by Russian Constructivists such as Ivan Puni. But their assertiveness is often of a very different kind that comes from the forms being pushed into the territory of caprice to relieve the modern high seriousness.


On January 1, 2008, a new management team will be taking over at Art Basel and Art Basel Miami Beach. Supported by an appointment committee of international experts, Messe Schweiz has decided that the current Director, Sam Keller, will be succeeded by a triumvirate: Cay Sophie Rabinowitz, Annette Schönholzer, and Marc Spiegler will be assuming joint responsibility for the international art shows.
Kevin Nance’s excellent review of Tony Fitzpatrick’s first book, The Wonder: Portraits of a Remembered City -- The Dream City, from the Sun-Times, August 2, 2006, is no longer available on-line. Or at least very difficult to find, as most newspapers tend to delete archives of art articles after a relatively short time. I was able to find it at FindArticles.com, a great resource, which may not exist forever, considering the current, often oppressive, use and interpretation of copyright laws. I think Nance’s article should be readily available to read for individual research. So here it is. Just use it for your own intellectual delectation and study, don’t make any money from it, etc. Fitzpatrick’s books, both volumes, are true delights. Get them!
I have a rather large back yard by many standards, and especially by urban standards, although it is not as large as some of the other Wicker Park properties I view when walking the crazy dog about the neighborhood. My “back yard” includes my garage roof, upon which, as I have previously mentioned, I have installed large boxes in which I grow both tomatoes and potatoes. (I prefer the “toe-mato,” “poe-tato” pronunciation at the moment, but then again this is about being weak.) And a lot of other things. Carrots. Okra. Jalapenos. Cucumbers. Baby Bok Choy. Indian Corn. Zinnias. But even on the garage roof, the trees are encroaching. One of my favorite artworks is a section of a video opera by
Miroslaw Rogala, a hugely underrated media artist who happens to live in Chicago. The section is entitled “The Trees Are Leaving Us.”
I know what he means, and I want to cry at the truth of it. But in my back yard, the trees are coming to me. Shading the southern half of the yard, there’s a diseased Siberian elm that just won’t die while all the magnificent American Elms in the entire metropolitan area wither and succumb to Dutch Elm disease. And then that huge mulberry tree from my northern neighbor’s yard that has claimed all the airspace the Siberian elm hasn’t. And then there is the crab apple tree that was the sole feature of the back yard when I was a mere renter and my elderly Polish landlord kept four or five dogs who trampled the earth so effectively that nary a weed would grow. The crab apple tree hovers over the garage, and it a convenient place to hang my tomato cages when turning over the boxes, but it has grown tall and blocks the sun as it sinks into the west. It has gotten to the point where the yard is dark, and not even shade-loving plants will grow. So of course, being the self-reliant person that I am, I must trim the trees.