http://www.portlandart.net/archives/2009/06/first_thursday_39.html
A picture of some of his work in his studio while I was working on his show last summer.Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Go to this show
In the Fall of 2008 I curated an exhibit for renowned local artist D.E. May, the show was called "D.E. May: the Artist as Archivist". He is a great, somewhat reclusive mixed-media artist who relies on found objects and abject materials for his work. He is represented by PDX Contemporary Art in Portland Oregon, and is currently having a show of new drawings there for the month of June. I'm sad I'm going to miss it so you should check it out on my behalf.
http://www.portlandart.net/archives/2009/06/first_thursday_39.html
A picture of some of his work in his studio while I was working on his show last summer.
http://www.portlandart.net/archives/2009/06/first_thursday_39.html
A picture of some of his work in his studio while I was working on his show last summer.
Friday, June 5, 2009
A toast from afar
I've sufficiently recovered from my illuminating trip to Chicago and have decided as a good service to all that I would record my shenanigans on the nets. I've kept the name of my award-winning column (ugh, I'm so sorry but I had to do that) mostly because I think it suits me the best. Chicago was truly-in all of its cheesy connotations-a life-changing experience. I can't remember the last time I was this happy (a direct correlation to the amount of art I have recently seen). Must share experiences. I must. Otherwise its going to come bubbling out of me all projectile-vomit style.
So there I was. Chicago and I met face to face-and it was love at first sight. Quite the rarity in my life. Maybe it was the skyline overlooking Millennium Park and its Frank Gehry amphitheater, or the beautiful undulating Chicago-style facades, but whatever it was, I felt right at home. I had never been to the Midwest so this was all too exciting for me. Professor Heidi Grew strongly believes that I belong in Chicago so I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I was staying with fellow Willamette student Marco Fiallo (who has his own blog, estoyenchicago.blogspot.com) in a dorm downtown.
But I'm gonna cut to the chase. Lets talk about the Art Institute of Chicago, the place I spent literally all of my time during the day. I can barely even put my experience into words. For me, art has never let me down, never hurt me, always inspired me. Seeing new great works of art, as a friend once described it so aptly, is like having your heart broken and falling love at the same time. Few things in this world make my knees weak-but a Lucian Freud painting will.
Tuesday morning I wandered over to the the AIC. I already had somewhat of an idea about what the museum held since I had scoured the website with anticipation (it didn't fully hit me that I was actually going to see Picasso's Old Man Guitarist, which I would come to realize later). I had appointments scheduled up until two, which made me go a little nuts- the feeling akin to being a little kid on Christmas eve. Then again, I did have an appointment with the goddamn director of the museum. In the art world, unfortunately, if you don't have money who you know is pretty important. Plus, Jim Cuno is a Willamette alumni as well, back in ol' 1973.
The interview was insightful, good advice for a future graduate school student in the art world. Affable, charming, humble-and totally non-pretentious. Not exactly what you expect out of the director of the second largest art museum in the country. What makes this trip even more exciting is that the new modern wing of the AIC just opened on May 20th. The wing was designed by world-renowned Italian architect Renzo Piano. Moral of the story--a shit-ton of amazing stuff to see.
After lunch I found myself in a position I never thought I would (no, not that kind good lord). Face to face with Egon Schiele, Henry Darger, and Albrecht Durer drawings. Some without a frame-history literally within my hands. Art boner!
Well, thats it for right now, I have to go cool myself off.
So there I was. Chicago and I met face to face-and it was love at first sight. Quite the rarity in my life. Maybe it was the skyline overlooking Millennium Park and its Frank Gehry amphitheater, or the beautiful undulating Chicago-style facades, but whatever it was, I felt right at home. I had never been to the Midwest so this was all too exciting for me. Professor Heidi Grew strongly believes that I belong in Chicago so I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I was staying with fellow Willamette student Marco Fiallo (who has his own blog, estoyenchicago.blogspot.com) in a dorm downtown.
But I'm gonna cut to the chase. Lets talk about the Art Institute of Chicago, the place I spent literally all of my time during the day. I can barely even put my experience into words. For me, art has never let me down, never hurt me, always inspired me. Seeing new great works of art, as a friend once described it so aptly, is like having your heart broken and falling love at the same time. Few things in this world make my knees weak-but a Lucian Freud painting will.
Tuesday morning I wandered over to the the AIC. I already had somewhat of an idea about what the museum held since I had scoured the website with anticipation (it didn't fully hit me that I was actually going to see Picasso's Old Man Guitarist, which I would come to realize later). I had appointments scheduled up until two, which made me go a little nuts- the feeling akin to being a little kid on Christmas eve. Then again, I did have an appointment with the goddamn director of the museum. In the art world, unfortunately, if you don't have money who you know is pretty important. Plus, Jim Cuno is a Willamette alumni as well, back in ol' 1973.
The interview was insightful, good advice for a future graduate school student in the art world. Affable, charming, humble-and totally non-pretentious. Not exactly what you expect out of the director of the second largest art museum in the country. What makes this trip even more exciting is that the new modern wing of the AIC just opened on May 20th. The wing was designed by world-renowned Italian architect Renzo Piano. Moral of the story--a shit-ton of amazing stuff to see.
After lunch I found myself in a position I never thought I would (no, not that kind good lord). Face to face with Egon Schiele, Henry Darger, and Albrecht Durer drawings. Some without a frame-history literally within my hands. Art boner!
Well, thats it for right now, I have to go cool myself off.
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