A Peg to Hang It On will feature the work of Betty Woodman. The show opens tomorrow, 7:00 - 10:00pm at White Flag Project in St Louis, Missouri.
MARILYN MINTER: PRETTY/DIRTY
Opening Reception: Friday, April 17, 2015 | 6:30-9PM
On View: April 18 – August 2, 2015
Slick, steamy, soiled, smeared: Such is the work of Marilyn Minter, the painter and photographer whose composite images of female body parts and excess (think a mouthful of muddy pearls) have been embraced and reviled for their sensual magnetism for more than three decades. Collected by everyone from the Guggenheim to Jay Z — she makes a dancing cameo in his video for “Picasso Baby—Minter is about to receive her first museum retrospective, which will open Saturday at the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston before it travels to Denver, Orange County, and finally the Brooklyn Museum in the fall of 2016. In advance of that milestone, Minter sat down with Vogue.com for a candid conversation about a few of her favorite things and the state of her art.
Leonard Nimoy Thalia at Symphony Space - Friday, April 3rd at 7:30
The progenitive NYC icon Richard Hell's influence on popular culture runs so deep it is hard to quantify. With the pioneering 1970s bands Television, the Heartbreakers, and ultimately Richard Hell and the Voidoids, he helped invent punk and what came next. He retired from music in 1984, and has since established a reputation as a writer rivaling his achievement in music. He's the author of two novels, Go Now and Godlike, the collection Hot and Cold, and much journalism in magazines from Vice to the Village Voice to BlackBook (where he was film columnist) to the New York Times. His most recent book is the autobiography I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp. For Night Out with Richard Hell, he takes up residence in the Thalia to set the stage for artists that interest him today. Each evening in the series features an interview by Richard with an artist chosen by him followed by the artist's performance - five events you will not forget.
For this installment, Hell welcomes Jayson Musson.
Musson, a premier trickster and provocateur of contemporary art, became an internet phenomenon in 2010 as Hennessy Youngman, a roughly hip-hop persona he assumed to nail the art world with hilarious precision in a series of instructive monologues he called “Art Thoughtz.” Hell will speak with Musson about his entire career, from his days in the Philly rap group Plastic Little, through his Hennesy Youngman period, on up to his recent Studio 94 Gallery shows of Coogi sweater "paintings” and the "Exhibit of Abstract Art" (derived from "Nancy" comic strip parodies of modern art), and beyond. The interview will be sprinkled with multimedia presentations of Musson's various artworks. Though his works are often rooted in humor, they’re as intellectually stimulating and good to look at as your more solemn art.
Adrianna Campbell reviews Laurie Simmons' solo show How We See in Artforum's 500 Words. The exhibition is opening its doors at the Jewish Museum today.
Congratulations to all the participating artists in the Venice Biennale. Especially the Estate of Terry Adkins, Huma Bhabha and Lorna Simpson!
Laurie Simmons' How We See is opening at the Jewish Museum on March 13. Read an interview with Simmons on Style.com!
Come to the Madison Square Park tonight for the opening of Glazing Globes! Also read the article about her installation in T Magazine.
An Enchanted Global Invasion
‘Gazing Globes’ by artist Paula Hayes comes to Madison Square Park
Who doesn’t love snow globes? “That Lilliputian world,” agreed the artist and landscape designer Paula Hayes.
“And, of course, the magical snow falling. Everything becomes coated with this beautiful material. Each part of snow is unique and crystalline.” Obviously, she gets it. So I was excited to hear about Ms. Hayes’s new installation—“Gazing Globes”—in Madison Square Park. The exhibition, which consists of 18 illuminated, transparent polycarbonate spheres of different sizes and heights, opens Feb. 19 and runs through April 19. But why only two months? Let’s make it permanent. The problem with this world isn’t that there are too many snow globes, but too few. Though, strictly speaking, these are gazing globes—which Ms. Hayes informed me date to 13th-century Venice and reached the apex of their popularity in Victorian England—not snow globes. You can’t shake them up and watch the pretty white stuff fall. Large, heavy and attached to fiberglass pedestals, they’d be a challenge to lift. There’s also the matter of their contents. Pretty much anything will be improved by placing it inside a crystal ball. But I’ve been conditioned since childhood to anticipate something Christmassy akin to a winter wonderland with Santa schussing between pine trees, his reindeer close behind. Or maybe New York City in a blizzard. This was anything but. Brooke Kamin Rapaport, the Madison Square Park Conservancy’s Martin Friedman Senior Curator, described it as “post-apocalyptic.” The globes were filled with—what, I couldn’t exactly say—but it drew associations less with Currier and Ives than Fukushima. There were what appeared to be black shards and spare parts floating in some sort of toxic-looking broth. “But she looks at these in a very positive way,” the curator added, referring to the artist. Then again Ms. Hayes also writes science fiction, believes in extraterrestrials and cheerfully told me about the time she got buried in quicksand. “Up to my neck,” she recalled. “It was in the Hamptons.” While there was an eerie beauty about the contents, I couldn’t quite visualize wanting to shrink to tiny size and join the objects inside—which is pretty much the litmus test for snow globes. “It has parts from vintage radios,” the artist explained when I mistakenly identified one of the cylinders floating in the soup—the medium was actually pulverized CDs that sparkled with iridescence and that Ms. Rapaport describes as “fairy dust”—as a miniature Leaning Tower of Pisa. “There’s also shredded rubber tire in there,” Ms. Hayes announced almost festively. “And a little on-off switch.” I gently broached the idea of whether she might have been tempted to include something more recognizable or conventionally attractive. Maybe a model of the Flatiron Building across the street. I knew a souvenir shop around the corner that sold them. Ms. Hayes, who is known for her terrariums, said that when the Madison Square Park Conservancy originally approached her it was with the thought that she’d do terrariums. But the artist decided that would be redundant. “I thought, this is a park and the horticultural aspect is already beautifully cared for. It evolved to be the gazing globes.” The artist was also seeing them for the first time, in situ, and was delighted with the results, especially the way they reflected the surrounding skyline. “I like the way they’re communicating with the spire of the Empire State Building,” she said of a globe that was spouting stalagmites. She described some of their contents as glacial and oceanic. And indeed they were. Some looked like they contained icebergs, if that vortex of debris—the Great Pacific Garbage Patch—had migrated to Antarctica. Utterly apart from my minor reservations about the contents, I was concerned about the gazing globes’ safety. Perhaps because the sound system for that night’s Kanye West concert, right next to the park on Broadway, was being tested and belching out disorienting noise. But Ms. Hayes assured me the globes were virtually indestructible. “You can shoot it with a bullet,” she said, though she admitted that she’d never tried. She compared the material to those dividers used to thwart robberies at liquor stores or delis. I also raised the scenario—again perhaps prompted by the crowds already assembling for the Kanye West concert—of pranksters being tempted, by the park’s recreational atmosphere, to try to remove the globes from their pedestals and use them as bowling or bocce balls. Ms. Hayes also expressed no fear in that regard. “I believe it will elicit more protectiveness in the public—‘How can that be outside?’ ” the artist observed. As we spoke, the sky grew dark, the wind began to blow and large flakes of snow started to fall, swirling around the illuminated globes. It was as if 18 miniature worlds had suddenly come to life. And it was actually quite lovely. http://www.wsj.com/articles/an-enchanted-global-invasion-1424138081?tesla=y