Wednesday, December 16, 2009

When Gravity Fails

Thank God we still have Negativity to pull us through!


I just cut this out of The Golden Book Encyclopedia Book 7: Ghosts to Houseplants. Click to enlarge. Nothing is safe when gravity fails -- whales, monkeys, native huts, churches, bunches of bananas; as well as trains, boats, and automobiles. Planes and rocketships seem to remain a matter for conjecture, although there appears to be a sputnik hovering over the elephant's butt. Gravity-jamming Soviet sons of bitches!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Serial Color


"Since his first solo shows at various L.A. project spaces in the late ’90s, Sean Duffy has produced a series of quirky, interdisciplinary bodies of work that address the ways in which masculinity is constructed in contemporary visual culture, and how these constructions are used to define the boundaries between high art and popular culture, industrial design and craft. Those first shows consisted largely of Duffy’s re-creations of scenes from the original Star Trek — utilizing materials such as collaged fun-fur under clear upholstery vinyl — with Captain Kirk positioned as a superironic absentee role model for the slacker generation.

Since signing on with Susanne Vielmetter in 2001, Duffy’s subsequent reinterpretive icon-tweakings have included an array of high modernist furniture (most notably George Nelson’s Marshmallow Sofa, subjected to repeated affectionate indignities), the Who, and most of the post-painterly abstractionists — not to mention less specifically identified (though often local) contemporary art peers with whose work Duffy continually engages — the design appropriation of Jorge Pardo and Jim Isserman, the record-sleeve art of Dave Muller and Kevin Sullivan, among innumerable other props and citations. Above all else, Duffy’s practice consists of shuffling the decks of his personal and shared cultural referents, inviting all comers to sit in on the game.

This was perhaps made most explicit in The Grove, Duffy’s 2007 installation at Cal State L.A.’s Luckman Gallery, consisting of bins of thrift-store vinyl to be played on 18 separate turntables connected to 360 dangling speakers by a jungle of wires — an anarchist audio-collage playground, which is simultaneously nostalgic and utopian, a rhizomatic usurpation of the traditional hetero-patriarchal infrastructure of DJ culture, and arguably a lowbrow rendition of one of stablemate Steve Roden’s sound art installations.

For “Can’t Stop It” — his latest show and the last for anyone in Vielmetter’s current Washington Boulevard space before the gallery relocates four blocks west — Duffy has continued on the recent downward spiral that has taken him from the heights of immaculate high-design showroom riffs through the post-apocalyptic cargo-cult office space deconstruction of his 2006 show “Temporary Worker” into the dirty boy’s world of the shop, the basement and the garage...


A slightly darker take on pop seriality and gender can be found in Michael Arata’s latest group of paintings, collectively titled “Remember,” on view at Kristi Engle Gallery in Highland Park. Arata, whose work often hinges on outrageous humor or (as with his wall-creeping modular contribution to the “Some Paintings” L.A. Weekly Biennial) playful interactivity, has shifted into a more solemn — though hardly less edgy — mode, appropriating the images of 54 anonymous women whose photos were found in the apartment of L.A.-based serial killer William Bradford in 1984. Bradford had lured several other women to desert campsites with the promise of producing fashion photography portfolios, then raped, strangled and mutilated them. The 54, all photographed by Bradford, were understandably seen as further possible victims. In 2006, the LAPD finally released the photos on the Internet, leading to some identifications — and attracting the attention of Arata."

Read the rest of Signs of Intelligent Life here.

Duffy (Can't Stop It, (detail) 2009) Susanne Vielmetter Los Angeles Projects through Dec 23

Arata (Remember , (detail) 2009) Kristi Engle Gallery through Jan 9

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Portfolio's Recent Triumph


Today is a year to the day we got our whippet puppies Chloe & Portfolio -- the Sunday after the big Eukenuba dog show in Long Beach. Portfolio went Thursday and Friday, and won Best of Winners (The dog judged as best between the Winners Dog and Winners Bitch) on Thursday (The Dog Hair'n Eggnog Classic, to be precise), acquiring his second point towards finishing his Championship. Unfortunately, the rain logistics meant that I couldn't attend and document (though there should be a professional show photo coming). But I have a few recent other dog events to catch up on, so here are some images (and more to follow):






I should point out that that is the generally triumphant Chloe in the top photo. These snaps are all from the San Luis Obispo Kennel Club show in Paso Robles in November.

Nigel's Big Butt Bang

So much to catch up on. Also I wanted to buck this less-postings-every-year trend so that entails 10 new posts before the new year. "Vow... locked in!" Here's our version of intelligent design, our local creation myth: the universe cast forth from ye olde whippet butt. From Nigel's recent modeling gig, more to follow. Thanks to Jack Chick, cosmological consultant.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Bring it Off! I mean On!

Here, then, is my now previously forthcoming look back at the best non-gallery "art" of the year; a shopping list, as it were, of things I mostly already got for free, although I paid cash money for a few of them, and haven't yet received a copy of the Jung book (hint hint).

"I’ve been looking around at all these Top 10 Art Books of 2009 lists, and geez, it’s no wonder everyone thinks art is so boring and stuffy. The upside is that if some rich, misguided relative actually buys you the $600 six-volume edition of Van Gogh’s complete letters the cognoscenti are drooling over, you can return it and buy everything on my list, with enough left over for a bag of weed and six hours of Thai massage.

Speaking of a bag of weed, those who routinely flipped by their L.A. public-access cable channel between 1996 and the untimely demise of the medium in January of this year at some point probably stumbled incredulously upon The Threee Geniuses, a transcendently self-indulgent orgy of cheap video wipes, stroboscopic edits, trashy glam psychedelia and incoherent studio actions, all mashed up in real time, usually to the equally fragmentary soundscapes created by the Venemous Invisible Amanda, aka Don Bolles. Augmenting the titular genii (Dan Kapelovitz, Jon Shere and Tim “Mr. X” Wilson) were an array of talents ranging from cable-access luminaries like Francine Dancer and David Liebe Hart to noted schizophrenic street people Andy Dick and Ariel Pink. Titled The Re-Death of Psychedelia the 3Gs’ new compilation DVD proves the show was as physically difficult to watch as it always seemed, and perhaps the most challenging and inventive structuralist video art of the new millennium. If it ain’t headache-, nausea- and seizure-inducing, it ain’t avant-garde!"

Read the rest of Dreaming of a Day-Glo Xmas: Doug Harvey’s mostly psychedelic shopping list here.

Also on the list:

Dear Andy Kaufman, I Hate Your Guts!
YETI 8
Tales Designed to Thrizzle
Xavier: Renegade Angel
Abstract Comics: The Anthology
You Shall Die By Your Own Evil Creation!
Supermen!: The First Wave of Comic Book Heroes 1936-1941
Ultraviolet: 69 Classic Blacklight Posters from the Aquarian Age and Beyond
The Red Book: Liber Novus by Carl Jung

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Storm Passing


The founder of one of the coolest independent ethno/world music labels ever "Original Music" joined the heavenly gamelan a couple of weeks ago.

John Storm Roberts, World-Music Scholar, Dies at 73
By Margalit Fox, NYTImes
Published: December 10, 2009

John Storm Roberts, an English-born writer, record producer and independent scholar whose work explored the rich, varied and often surprising ways in which the popular music of Africa and Latin America informed that of the United States, died on Nov. 29 in Kingston, N.Y. He was 73 and lived in Kingston.

The cause was complications of a blood clot, his wife, Anne Needham, said.

Long before the term was bandied about, Mr. Roberts was listening to, seeking out and reporting on what is now called world music. He wrote several seminal books on the subject for a general readership, most notably “Black Music of Two Worlds” (Praeger, 1972) and “The Latin Tinge: The Impact of Latin American Music on the United States” (Oxford University, 1979).

“Black Music of Two Worlds” examines the cross-pollination — in both directions — between Africa and the Americas, from the influence of African music on jazz, blues, salsa and samba to the popularity in Nigeria and Zaire of American artists like James Brown and Jimi Hendrix.

John Anthony Storm Roberts was born in London on Feb. 24, 1936. His father, an accountant who often traveled abroad on business, brought him records that were then scarcely available in England: jazz and blues from the United States, Brazilian music by way of Portugal and much else. By the time he was in his early teens, John was irretrievably mesmerized by the sounds that leapt from his turntable.

A polyglot who came to speak more than half a dozen languages, including Swahili, Mr. Roberts received a bachelor’s degree in modern languages from Oxford University. In the mid-1960s he spent several years in Kenya as a reporter and editor on The East African Standard, a regional newspaper. Returning to London, he was a radio producer with the BBC World Service.

Mr. Roberts moved to the United States in 1970, becoming an editor on the periodical Africa Report. He was later a freelance journalist, contributing articles on world music to The Village Voice and other publications.

In the early 1980s, Mr. Roberts cofounded Original Music, a mail-order company that distributed world-music books and records. In those pre-Internet days, Americans outside big cities found these almost as hard to come by as young Mr. Roberts had in postwar England.

In business for nearly two decades, Original Music also released many well-received albums of its own. Among them are “The Sound of Kinshasa,” featuring Zairian guitar music; “Africa Dances,” an anthology of music from more than a dozen countries; and “Songs the Swahili Sing,” devoted to the music of Kenya, an aural kaleidoscope of African, Arab and Indian sounds.

In choosing what to release on the Original Music label, Mr. Roberts did not disdain modern, popular numbers: by his lights, a song simply had to be good. This distinguished him from musicological purists who, in ceaseless quest for the authentic, recorded only material seemingly untouched by modernity.

In an interview with The Los Angeles Times in 1987, Mr. Roberts illuminated his selection process.

“I don’t care how esoteric it is, but it’s got to be terrific,” he said. “Not this ‘you-can’t-hear-it-and-it’s-terribly-performed-but-it’s-really-very-interesting-because-it’s-the-only-winkle-gathering-song-to-come-out-of-southeastern-Sussex’ attitude.”

Read the complete NYTimes obit here.

Download the awesome OMCD Street Music of Java here. This was one of my earliest posts on this blog, which just turned 3.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Sister Aimee: The Art Show -- Opening Tonight!


A collaborative painting project by the students of Doug Harvey's WLAC Painting Workshop

Participating artists include: Louis Caiazza, Imari Capers, Tifarrah Clarke-Waite, Ashley Cooley, Jean Copes, Shawn Doster, Ed Fahlsing, Doug Harvey, Josh Hoorfar, Natalie Hoorfar, David Huynh, Laurelyn Johnson, Tracy Jones, Philip Kung, George Lopez, Jasmine Lozano, Mika Ogawa, Bert Ramirez, Young Summers, Antje Thober-Gujardo, Jada Vernon, Aubrey Whitlock.

PLUS 'Sister Aimee: The Musical' - a new film by the Echo Park Film Center Youth Filmmaking Class

West Los Angeles College Art Gallery
4800 Freshman Dr.
(Just south of Overland & Jefferson)
Culver City, CA 90230

Opening Tuesday Dec 08. 6 - 10 PM
On view during gallery hours Dec 08 - 11 (and maybe longer)



Note: THIS EXHIBIT WILL BE REMOUNTED in the Glendale/Eagle Rock vicinity in the near future, so if you miss the WLAC event, keep an eye peeled for the do over.

Images: Sister Aimee Crosses Over into Pure Abstraction, Ed Fahlsing; The Foursquare Bridal Call Baby Blossom, Aubrey Whitlock & Tracy Jones

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

If You Can Call That an Anecdote


Instead of cueing up in Netflix heaven to systematically explore the best in art house cinema and documentary film-making from across the history of the medium, I have been purchasing these ridiculously low-priced box-sets of highly compressed, poorly transferred "public domain" movies and working my way through them. I wish I could blog about every weird 70's made-for-TV family drug redemption drama or dubbed Italian Star Wars rip-off I come across, but there's just so many, and just so much time.


But this one generated an odd coincidental anecdote, so I'll tell it. The movie, contained on the Box Office Gold 50 Movie Pack (from Mill Creek Entertainment, no less), is called Eliza's Horoscope, and I had never heard of it. Included due to an early star turn by "Tom" Lee Jones, the movie is a bewildering late-hippie country-girl-meets-big-bad-world story, set in 1975 Montreal. Chock full of gratuitous Fellini-esque gewgaws and a puzzling sideplot concerning American Indian activists blowing up a bridge, the film's most interesting formal element was the use of occasional stuttering edits that mimicked certain recursive temporal structures with which I have some familiarity. With a very surprising guest spot by Richard Manuel of The Band, and credits that listed one man as the writer, director, producer, and editor, Eliza's Horoscope intrigued me enough that I stayed awake to do some internet research.


It turns out this was the only feature film made by Gordon Sheppard (the son of the president of IBM Canada) who had previously been married to the first Playboy playmate of the Year, and directed a half hour documentary on Hef. I found one site containing his reminiscences about the making of Eliza's Horoscope. And, though Sheppard recently died of prostate cancer, he still has his own extensive website featuring his photography, other writings, and excerpts and reviews of his last major project, a non-fiction novel about the suicide of Hubert Aquin, a famous Quebec separatist man of letters. The first odd coincidence is that the name of the novel is HA! which has been my signature/art brand logo for some 25 years now.


It turns out that Sheppard was quite unhappy with the pirate copies of his magnum opus floating around, particularly because of the "experimental" jump cut edits, which turned out to have been randomly generated glitches from a sloppy transfer! The other weird coincidence is that the score, by one Elmo Peeler, contains obvious homages to various modern composers -- I even commented to M.A. on the nice fake Satie. Then the next day, Transparency Records madman Michael Sheppard stopped by to drop off some promo materials for his latest enthusiasm -- Italian pianist/composer Alessandra Celletti, whose own work frequently mimics that of the same vexing amphibian. Sheppard/fake Satie:Sheppard/fake Satie. It's 11:11 all over again! Fearful Symmetry... of the Mind!


Anyway, Celletti does real Satie as well, and the piano music of Gurdjieff, her own ambient works and strange pop songs in English, and has been collaborating most recently with Hans-Joachim Roedelius of Cluster. This Saturday (Dec 5), the two are performing at Zipper Hall at 200 Grand Street in downtown LA, next to MOCA Tickets are $20 and available exclusively from Amoeba Records. If Elmo Peeler shows up to jam, melons will explode.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Have Mercy, O Color Wheel of Destruction!


Here's a shot I took in last week's painting class. Heather, the model, is posed as early 20th century LA evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson - the class is doing a collaborative suite of paintings that will be presented as a gallery show alongside the Echo Park Film Center Young Filmmakers' new musical on the life of Sister Aimee -- one week at WLAC (opening Tues Dec 08) then a week at an Eastside gallery location whose address and name I don't know yet. Sister Aimee: The Musical! will premiere at The Downtown Independent Theater, 251 S. Main St, Los Angeles, CA 90012, on Saturday Dec 5th. Doors 3:30 pm, screening 4 pm, Q & A with filmmakers and reception to follow.


The most amazing thing about the session was that Heather (who is also a realtor and costume designer, and volunteered to do an Yves Klein Anthropometrie-style body paintings on the roll of bond paper I was priming) had just been baptized the previous Sunday in a Pentecostal church in the Valley, and her mother had had a dream the week before of her daughter standing in robes on a platform, preaching to a crowd. The Lord works in mysterious ways!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Monkey Do

In Diana Zlotnick's bedroom, I was surprised to to find that the video of primate mating rituals on the TV was in fact an artwork by Rachel Mayeri, whom I knew from the MJT and Super Super 8 Festival. In Primate Cinema she restages a primatologist's field video of baboon behavior using upscale hipsters in a Chinatown bar. It is priceless, and perfect. For her Project Series #39 show at Pomona (Rebecca McGrew's long-standing outpost of curatorial awesomeness), I wrote a short essay touching on a number of my favorite topics, including Death, the monkey paintings of Desmond Morris protégé Congo, and Jackson Pollock's claim of "being" nature.


"As far back as ancient Egypt, art has been seen as an immortalizing agent – overseen by the priesthood, Egyptian craftsmen of the Pharaonic eras followed rigid iconographic formulae designed to maximize the possibility of a favorable judgment in the underworld, where the heart of the deceased is weighed against a feather. Chief interrogator and court reporter at this most consequential measurement was the God Thoth – usually depicted as an Ibis-headed man, but in this case taking the form of a Cynocephalus baboon.


The choice of an ape as avatar for the inventor of writing and measurement – in some accounts Thoth is even said to have given birth to himself by uttering his own name – is puzzling, in that one of the primary differences between our species and the less spectacularly dominant primates is the absence of symbolic language. Particularly relevant to the intersection of apes and art is the function that Count Korzybski – the independent scholar who developed the controversial theory of General Semantics – referred to as “time-binding” – the exponential accretion of knowledge and culture over successive generations of human society.


Even before Jean Jacques Rousseau and the advent of Romantic Primitivism, apes were depicted in art as analogous figures for humans before the Fall: unaware of Death, Time, History, or Causality. Now I’m no professional ethologist, but it seems to me that the ideas of those who study animal behavior – specifically primates in the field – had, by the late 1960s, arrived (after a long and circuitous route through the Deus-ex-machina experimental design models of white-coated laboratory-bound Skinnerians) at a similar lost-Eden archetype. This is the version of primatology – the early revelations about Jane Goodall’s playful, gentle tribe of chimpanzees – that captured and continues to dominate the public imagination, and is the fulcrum about which Rachel Mayeri’s incisive Primate Cinema videos and workshops hinge.

Of course this saccharine trope of the hot-tubbin’ free-lovin’ Bonobo is inaccurate..."



Read the rest of The Art of Biology: Rachel Mayeri’s Primate Cinema and the Legacy of Monkey Painting here, then order the catalog (with copious illustrations and additional essays) from the PCMoAMAC here.

Images: Anon. Thoth as Baboon, King Tut's sarcophagus; Congo painting; Chardin The Monkey Painter; not actually a frame from Mayeri's Primate Cinema: Baboon Friends

Rachel Mayeri's Primate Cinema Project Series exhibition is on view through december 20th, 2009.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Three Closed Art Shows and a CD


If I were an on-the-ball sort of person I'd have gotten this posted in time so that my online readers might avail themselves of the 3 day window of opportunity between publication and the deinstallation of the shows. But I am not an on-the-ball sort of person. At least as far as getting things posted in time so that my online readers might avail themselves of 3 day windows of opportunity between publication and the deinstallation of shows is concerned. I suppose I'm on the ball in other ways. And you can still get the Pere Ubu CD.

"Roy Dowell’s timing is seriously out of wack. For more than three decades, as the art world has careened from poststudio praxis to neo-expressionist painting and back again, L.A.-based painter/collagist Dowell has been steadfastly mining a creative vein whose most conspicuous antecedents are the abstract-formalist vocabularies of early Modernism. A midcareer survey at Margo Leavin Gallery in 2006 demonstrated how much internal evolution had occurred within those parameters, absorbing and translating stylistic elements as universal as fragmented billboard advertising and as personal as the (reciprocal) influence of his longtime partner Lari Pittman. Chair of Otis’ graduate school for the past 20 years, Dowell is about as far inside the L.A. art world as you can get, and I have heard his elegant collages dismissed as “too safe” — the privileged, solipsistic exploration of an anachronistic aesthetic bubble, irrelevant no matter how gorgeous they might be...


The adjacent project room holds a group of works that verge even closer to outsider territory, while deploying an inventory of pictographic symbols that fuse the archetypal and anecdotal realms. Drawing on an extended sojourn in northern Sweden, mixed-media trickster Jeffrey Vallance has appropriated the shamanistic object-making traditions of the indigenous Saami people in the form of a reindeer-skin “Troll-drum” decorated with a complex system of stick figures and abstract patterns, and supplemented by five elaborate preliminary drawings and interpretive legends...


A similar finesse characterizes Brian Tucker’s curatorial pairing of two of 20th-century America’s most intriguing artistic eccentrics at Pasadena City College’sart gallery as part of the biannual citywide Art + Ideas Festival. This year’s theme is “Origins,” and both Polish-born sculptor Stanislaw Szukalski and Pennsylvania native (and extraterrestrial-research pioneer) Richard Shaver are abundantly qualified for inclusion...


Oppositional eccentricity as a creative strategy doesn’t seem to work in the art world anymore — Dowell’s sumptuous compositional exercises ruffle more insider feathers than whatever rehashed nonprovocations pass for novelty this week. Vallance and Tucker succeed on the basis of their ability to insinuate otherness without making overt threats. It’s been more than a century since Alfred Jarry was able to scandalize Bohemian Paris by opening his play Ubu Roi with the nonsense poop-word “Merdre!” It’s almost 35 years since namesake experimental garage band Pere Ubu set out to bring some dissemblance of Jarry’s absurdist science of ’pataphysics into the nascent mass medium of punk rock, and only now are they getting around to directly addressing the absinthe-addled dwarf’s literary legacy..."



Click here to read the rest of Outside In: Two crackpots, a couple of borderline cases and one regular sort of fellow.

The shows online: Vallance & Dowell; Shaver & Szukalski

Purchase or download Long Live Pere Ubu here.

Images: Dowell Untitled (#978); Vallance Lapp Magic Drum; Szukalski Plaster Binder Spines (detail); Shaver Rock Painting cover for 'The Hidden World'; Quay Brothers & Pere Ubu March of Greed

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Swamp Godd Oracle


"Charles Burchfield — an Ohio native who spent most of his career in Buffalo and environs — is best known for his midperiod landscape watercolors: nostalgic Depression-era views of dilapidated small-town architecture or already-crumbling industrial infrastructure in the style that came to be known as American Scene Painting or Regionalism. Its main proponents were Thomas Hart Benton and Grant Wood, and it has generally (if unfairly) been regarded in retrospect as a reactionary retreat into academic realism after the initial impact of the European Modernists after the 1913 Armory show in New York. Fans of this phase of Burchfield’s artistic evolution won’t be disappointed in this show; there are a dozen strong examples, including several, such as the nearly-abstract monochrome Night (undated), in which the balance between his nervous vision and the prosaic naturalism of his chosen style tips waaay to the dark side.

If Burchfields’s career had ended there, it would have been one kind of story. Because in spite of his popular and critical success as an illustrative painter of scrap-metal yards and snowbound factory towns, he had started out painting loose, swooping, color-saturated mystical scenes of nature built largely from an abstract symbolic alphabet of his own device. At the tender age of 24 Burchfield concocted more than 200 of what he referred to as “Conventions for Abstract Thoughts”— simple, biomorphic abstract forms defined by the interplay of dark and light, each one representing a specific emotional state: “Aimless Brooding,” for example, or “Dangerous Brooding,” “Morbid Brooding,” or “Imbecility.” Smells like teen spirit!


This remarkable (and long-lost) pictographic lexicon amounts to a singular declaration of American Modernism, and it’s where guest curator Robert “Culvert-through-the-BVM” Gober chooses to begin exploring Burchfield’s oeuvre. Using his invented abstract vocabulary, Burchfield grappled with what appears to have been a tremendous angst load, transforming his units of brooding and melancholy into components of a seething, psychedelic landscape whose pervasive vitality overwhelmed any petty motivations of self-pity. Instead, Burchfield’s self-indulgence took a different turn. Between 1916 and 1918 he produced hundreds of watercolors — half his lifelong output — each one teeming with symbolic portent, decorative inventiveness and a dreamlike animism where the ominously anthropomorphic or blankly inert architecture of human civilization appears to be in a cosmic struggle with the wildly vibrating energies of the natural world. The Insect Chorus (1917), for example, affords only a background glimpse of the stylized gables of a house almost entirely engulfed in arabesque clouds of foliage, which, in turn, mutate indiscernibly into layered graphic patterns representing the songs of crickets, cicadas and katydids.

It’s not surprising that when arch-Modernist Alfred Barr chose Burchfield for the first solo exhibition at New York’s newly founded Museum of Modern Art in 1930, it wasn’t the contemporaneous work — moody Hopper-esque street scapes like Winter Twilight (1930) — that he included but rather a selection of 27 of these exuberant, intricately coded, synaesthesia-induced fever-dreams from more than a decade earlier. Yet in spite of this belated institutional endorsement, Burchfield continued to hew his path through the decidedly unmystical Regionalist swamp — as Gober details in drolly titled chronological galleries titled “Wallpaper and Marriage” (referring to Burchfield’s lengthy 1920s stint as a wallpaper designer), “Public Acclaim or The Great Depression” and “War and Doubt.” If Burchfield had died in 1942, we would be left with a narrative arc describing a troubled, gifted youth overcoming profound psychological demons and reining in the extravagances of his talent to become an accomplished, well-adjusted, contributing member of society (while coincidentally abandoning introspective European-style Modernism for a meticulously crafted, socially responsible, populist pictorialism.) But Burchfield didn’t die. Burchfield went a little crazy."



Read the rest of American Dreaming: Charles Burchfield’s Imagination; Bridled and Otherwise here

More info on the Heat Waves in a Swamp exhibition here.

Images: Sun and Rocks 1918-50; The Insect Chorus 1917; Glory of Spring (Radiant Spring) 1950 - all watercolors

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Uncanny My Ass: Penetrating the Performative Object


Just thought I should bump this up for them that are thinking "Friday night on Halloween weekend and nothing to do. What's happening in LA that's cool and "with it?" -- better check "DougH on the Go!"

Found and recovered video and cinema featuring ventriloquist dummies and related simulacra, featuring LIVE IN PERSON Marnie Weber and David Liebe Hart!!! Only $5!

Friday October 30, 2009, 8PM
The Echo Park Film Center
1200 N. Alvarado St
Los Angeles, CA 90026

Scroll down or click here for more details.
Image: Michael Redgrave and Hugo in Dead of Night

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Outsider Holiday Music Again Again


I received a request to re-upload these compilations of unusual seasonal recodings (songpoems, celebrities, novelty, developmentally different, amateur, etc) again but it turns out some of the links are still live so I'll just repost those here..

"You may order your pastels from Alaska,
Imported, as the Igloo, in review"
- Evelyn Christmas (songpoem, Vol 2 track 4)

Download Outsider XMAS Vol 1
Download Outsider XMAS Vol 2

Tracklists in Comments



Images from Silent Night Deadly Night 5: The Toymaker

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

I Love You You Big Dummy


CCCP-SCC
The Coalition for Cinema Conservation and Preservation – Southern California Chapter

In conjunction with The Echo Park Film Center

Announces a one night only event – Friday October 30th 2009 at 8 PM

Uncanny My Ass: Penetrating the Performative Object

Join Hugo, Woody, Conky, Hugo, Chip, Marcy, and many others for a selection of found and recovered video and cinema featuring ventriloquist dummies, marionettes, sock-puppets, Resusci-Annie, crash test dummies, and anything else we can scare up.

Featuring special live IN PERSON appearances by Los Angeles artist, musician & filmmaker Marnie Weber (Party Boys, Spirit Girls) presenting her new short film “The Sea of Silence” and David Liebe Hart and His Puppet Friends (Junior Christian Science Bible Lesson Show; Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job!) performing songs from a new original musical detailing the history of LA’s Pacific Electric Red Line!

The rest of the evening will be given over to a survey of ventriloquist dummies (and related simulacra) in popular culture, including excerpts from classic horror films “Dead of Night” and “Devil Doll” the “Conky” episode of Trailer Park Boys, and classic ventriloquist routines including a rare puppeteer-free video of Christian ventriloquy legend Little Marcy, and much more!

PLUS Legendary door prize raffles, Halloween refreshments, Surprise special guests and MORE!

The Echo Park Film Center
1200 N. Alvarado St
Los Angeles, CA 90026
(the blue building at the corner of Alvarado and Sunset)
phone 213 484-8846
www.echoparkfilmcenter.org

Friday October 30th 2009 at 8 PM

Sunday, October 18, 2009

For Those with a Jonestown Jones


No sooner had I put my audio sampler up on my under-construction website than I get an email from one Fielding M. McGehee III of The Jonestown Institute asking me about the track entitled Jonestown (white night/white noise mix) created primarily from electronically processed recordings of Rev Jim Jones. I had never heard of the Jonestown Institute, but tracked them down easily enough - it turns out "Mac" is the spouse of Rebecca Moore, whose two sisters - higher-ups in the Peoples Temple organization - died at Jonestown, and whose book Understanding Jonestown and Peoples Temple was published by Praeger in March.


Their website is a huge and remarkable resource of information about Jones, Jonestown, and Peoples Temple, and they were very involved with the excellent documentary "Jonestown - The Life & Death of Peoples Temple." So when Mac asked me to write a short blurb about the Jonestown (white night/white noise mix) track and for their annual online journal The Jonestown Report, I was flattered, and jumped at the chance. The piece was actually the soundtrack for a painting, as seen above, and one of many works that I've produced concerning the episode in Guyana. One of my early essays for Art issues. - entitled The Aesthetics of Paranoia - also dealt with the legacy of Jonestown, and conspiracy consciousness in general. The new edition of the Jonestown report is online now, and features an extensive section on the Peoples Temple LP He's Able. My short essay is here.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

"Thought Styling" and "Thought Stylist" are Registered Trademarks of the Buck Burns Center for Temporary Issues


"Even if you’ve heard of the Yes Men, “high profile” might seem a stretch for a pair of media hackers with a healthy Internet following and a moderately successful documentary to their names (or their pseudonyms). But just moments into their new film, The Yes Men Fix the World (previewing at the Hammer on October 21), you are jolted into a different perspective — as Yes Man Andy Bichlbaum nervously prepares to go live on BBC television in front of 300 million viewers, posing as a representative of Dow Chemicals, to announce long-overdue reparations to the victims of the Union Carbide disaster in Bhopal, India, in 1984. Within a couple hours, Dow’s stock value had plunged $2 billion.

Fix the World documents several more of the group’s two-pronged subterfuge — taking exploitative commodification to logical extremes, grisly (Vivoleum — a new energy source) or ridiculous (the Halliburton Survivaball, an inflatable disaster-survival suit resembling a bloated tick); or using their mistaken identities to demonstrate the concrete possibility that corporations can “Dow the right thing.” Which is, of course, an impossibility. No matter what the Supreme Court says, corporations are not people, and they don’t have consciences. Recent findings indicate that corporations are, in fact, a malevolent, parasitical, conceptual organism from a nearby star system, bent on the destruction of the human body, mind and spirit. The hapless primates that organize themselves into corporate enclaves are helpless pawns — if only corporations didn’t dangle such shiny things just out of our reach!

Beneath the hilarity and satirical incisiveness of the Yes Men’s antics lurks an awareness of this reality. Audience reaction shots focus on bored lackies breaking out in relieved, conspiratorial grins. By the time New Orleans mayor Ray Nagin responds to the Yes-Men-as-HUD with a rambling allegory about “a well-dressed lie chasing the naked truth,” it seems like everyone’s in on the gag — they just don’t know how to get out. The best art is always about dislocation, whether it’s a picture of a bison on the wall of a cave or an upside-down urinal rejected by an avowedly unjuried art show."

Read the rest of True Lies II: The Yes Men fix the world here.

The Yes Men Fix the World opens locally at the Laemmle Sunset 5 and Playhouse 7 on November 6

"Thought Styling" and "Thought Stylist" are Registered Trademarks of the Buck Burns Center for Temporary Issues

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

25 Minutes of Jim Pyke's Life He'll Never Get Back


I just ran across this flattering but inexplicable blog entry from last January, in which Jim Pyke of Ann Arbor reads my essay from the Gary Panter Picturebox book... aloud... in its entirety. The really unnerving thing is that this was Jim's last blog entry, after which pajkossy appears to have gone dormant. Welcome to the Mouth of Madness, Jim.

Monday, October 5, 2009

There's Always Time for Jar Jar Binks


I should be writing, but you gotta prioritize and when its a question of sharing a poop-walk photo of a reflected shopping-cart dude as the aorta of Jar Jar Binks, I think we all know what goes on the back burner.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

South from Arcata with Bears & Fabio


Well, I thought I'd be blogging daily about the Stone Summer Theory Seminar, but there was no time, and then with the Viking wedding in Arcata and all and most of my pictures still on the laptop and back to teaching and art writing, you're all just going to have to wait to find out "What Do Artists Know?" In the meantime here are some shots from the roadtrip back from Arcata - about 14 hours straight.







Images: First five at Redcrest CA - Bear signage at Redcrest Redwood Gifts; Marnie Weber & Welcome Bear; Outside and inside the Eternal Tree House; Christian Cummings and Fabio, Apricot Tree Restaurant, Firebaugh CA