With late summer in full swing in Southern California, I have been applying for a few teaching positions and reconnecting with printmakers I used to share studio time with at the U of M. Ben Etten was an undergrad at the U when I was working my way through the print program. Here are a few of his incredibly detailed, beautifully printed etchings that have me wishing I was in a print studio right now. He also has some pretty great drawing’s at his portfolio site…
I recently had the pleasure of checking out the Urs Fischer exhibition at MOCA and MOCA Geffen in LA on two separate occasions. Fischer’s work blurs the distinctions between sculpture, installation, and individual pieces of art. Perhaps that’s why I so enjoy and dislike the work simultaneously. Continue reading
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 woke up thinking “what a douche bag”. I guess, honestly, I’m just too old to find hipsters rolling on a museum floor thrilling. Pity me.
More info on Tino Sehgal.
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 especially engrossed in “When you hear the roar in south Minneapolis, look up to add color and form” about the air traffic that traipses through the skies over MPLS. I specifically remember when I first moved to Minneapolis from Nebraska thinking “Finally! I live near an international airport. If I have to flee the country in the night, I can at least get to Amsterdam.”
When I moved away from Minneapolis to begin my letterpress, the most startling thing I noticed about Green Bay was the absolute lack of aircraft noise overhead. Sure, when you live in a city, it is an annoyance. It is the ultra loud noise that seems to appear EXACTLY when you’re about to make a point in a conversation. But, when it is gone, there is an uneasy tension. There is a nagging feeling that amounts to roughly “Did I really just move to a place so barren, so remote that airlines won’t fly here?”
Now that I have relocated to Los Angeles, the feeling of isolation has been replaced with an uneasy relief (hey! people actually WANT to be here) paired with a bit of paranoia (why is that helicopter STILL hovering over my apartment building?).