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Tag Archives: Art
I had a dream last night about a workshop/meeting I attended at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis to engage with the artist Tino Sehgal. This was a considerable time ago, Sehgal was considered cutting edge at the time, and I was in grad-school so cutting edge was lust worthy. But, this morning, I literally [...]
I have to take a second to give a quick shout out and link to one of my favorite Minneapolis artist’s work: Andy Sturdevant’s “The Stroll” writings for the MinnPost. I can’t emphasize how much I agree with and am always surprised by the observations and encounters described in each piece. At the moment I’m [...]
Let me make a confession: I’m a deeply materialistic person. Although consumerism and the relentless buying of new things are activities I try to avoid, I’m still materialistic. I still accumulate. As a result, I do my best to find excuses to justify new things. This is especially true when it comes to the acquisition [...]
An oldie but goodie from the days when George W Bush was still president. Somewhere in central Minneapolis, there was an enormous sculpture/installation of sorts depicting all of the evils of the administration. Nothing says political protest piece like baby heads and astroturf.
What you should do is get a box for a month, and drop everything in it and at the end of the month lock it up. Then date it and send it over to New Jersey. You should try to keep track of it, but if you cant and you lose it, that’s fine, because [...]
So many years will be spent searching, studying, classifying, before my life is secured, carefully arranged and labelled in a safe place – secure against theft, fire and nuclear war – from whence it will be possible to take it out and assemble it at any point. Then, being thus assured of never dying, [...]
I enjoy complaining. In fact, I’d say that a solid 30% of my day is spent complaining about something. Today, I’d like to just briefly air my displeasure regarding the current state of performative elements in art. My lament is basically this: when did it become acceptable to be a complete douchebag, embarrass yourself and [...]