Sunday, March 2, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
John Currin
In a few sentences--this man can really paint still lives above and beyond. I think his housewives, busty women, impastoed faces and new pornography are awful, though. It’s a case of not have his intellectual thinking match his observational abilities in the handling of paint.
If one needs attention, it’s easy to get it. Eric Fischl consciously did admitted to doing just that with his early representational paintings. “I didn’t want people to see how I was struggling with the figure” he said or a paraphrase thereof.
I guess if I wanted to, I could do the same thing with sensational renderings of...well, I don’t have to go into it. If all I wanted was attention, I would have already done that.
The point of good art is to not only affect viewers is a palpable and mind-changing way, but to bring the domain itself forward to somewhere new. It’s not enough to paint well and here’s where Currin’s technique is at odds with his message.
How ‘bout that turkey, though! Oh my....
If one needs attention, it’s easy to get it. Eric Fischl consciously did admitted to doing just that with his early representational paintings. “I didn’t want people to see how I was struggling with the figure” he said or a paraphrase thereof.
I guess if I wanted to, I could do the same thing with sensational renderings of...well, I don’t have to go into it. If all I wanted was attention, I would have already done that.
The point of good art is to not only affect viewers is a palpable and mind-changing way, but to bring the domain itself forward to somewhere new. It’s not enough to paint well and here’s where Currin’s technique is at odds with his message.
How ‘bout that turkey, though! Oh my....
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Ingrid
There's something quite strange about celebrity being attached to someone one has known from babyhood and watched grow up in front of them. Can this be the shy girl that couldn't manage an all-night sleepover at age 12?
Went to see Ingrid Michaelson at Webster Hall last night with her parents and some other friends of theirs from Staten Island. The crowd was twenty to thirty somethings for the most part and this sold-out concert was entertaining, albeit physically uncomfortable to some extent. And we had seats! What is the deal with people in the VIP section talking (loudly) through the three warm-up acts and pushing their bodies into the back of our chairs when all we could do to accommodate them would have been to throw ourselves two stories down into the crowd? In fact, what is the deal with paying to stand up for four hours? Not my idea of music appreciation.
Ingrid was charming and very funny. She thinks on her feet quickly and comes up with amazingly clever observations as she goes. Which of course, is why her lyrics are so strong. If nothing else, the songs alone will sustain her into her old age because they are timeless and they strike a chord with "real" people. She performs in such a way that the audience is a large part of things--there are sing-alongs and clap-alongs and she's not afraid to respond to what is called out to the stage.
She has proven that the "No guts, No glory" philosophy is true. I was worried that she was giving up her health insurance when she quit her part-time NYC Department of Recreation job!
I just want the world to know that I had her perform at my salons when I had my Edgewater House many years ago and she sang at my wedding in 2004. I'm as proud of her as a non-Mom can be and I so look forward to what comes next.
Went to see Ingrid Michaelson at Webster Hall last night with her parents and some other friends of theirs from Staten Island. The crowd was twenty to thirty somethings for the most part and this sold-out concert was entertaining, albeit physically uncomfortable to some extent. And we had seats! What is the deal with people in the VIP section talking (loudly) through the three warm-up acts and pushing their bodies into the back of our chairs when all we could do to accommodate them would have been to throw ourselves two stories down into the crowd? In fact, what is the deal with paying to stand up for four hours? Not my idea of music appreciation.
Ingrid was charming and very funny. She thinks on her feet quickly and comes up with amazingly clever observations as she goes. Which of course, is why her lyrics are so strong. If nothing else, the songs alone will sustain her into her old age because they are timeless and they strike a chord with "real" people. She performs in such a way that the audience is a large part of things--there are sing-alongs and clap-alongs and she's not afraid to respond to what is called out to the stage.
She has proven that the "No guts, No glory" philosophy is true. I was worried that she was giving up her health insurance when she quit her part-time NYC Department of Recreation job!
I just want the world to know that I had her perform at my salons when I had my Edgewater House many years ago and she sang at my wedding in 2004. I'm as proud of her as a non-Mom can be and I so look forward to what comes next.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
If I Ran the World--Part 1 of 3,457,647
It’s a big mistake to complain sometimes, because then people call on you to make it better and you wind up in charge of something. I am very good at complaining--I like to think I am making the world a better place even though I’ve been told I’m clearly making it worse for them--but I have little or no interest in taking more projects on.
That said, I was at a conference--Using Technology in Art Education--that should have lasted one hour but was stretched out to all day. The mailing said it started at 8:30 so I dutifully got there at 8:30. It didn’t start until 9:30. The materials said continental breakfast. I didn’t know that that meant a plate of sliced lemons for the tea-drinkers--the only solid stuff around. The speakers for 10:00 weren’t in the room so the second presentation went first. It was fine in its way, but was mostly a commercial for a long-distance learning program for the Met Museum, where this was being held. Then we had two presenters who talked about the Met’s Watson Library and the classes they hold and such but no one in the audience could use any of this because it’s for staff members only. I said to the woman who organized it--a very well-meaning person from the Board of Ed--oops I mean Department of Education--that it was like showing us all this candy but then telling us that we couldn’t have any of it.
It was time now for lunch and we were sent to the Met Cafeteria--quite a hike--which of course, was not yet open. We wound up at the balcony cafe/bakery area. Up until then, what had I learned about technology? Nothing!
The last hour was somewhat better with presentations from MOMA and the Gugg. followed by an impromptu look at the Met’s Timeline project which audience members might actually use in their classrooms.
Sponsored by the University Council for Art Education, this was not a worthwhile event, not worth $40 and not worth my time overall. Luckily, I enjoy looking at art and had the late afternoon free, so I wandered the collection without students to worry about. I spent time at the Lehman collection--the Master of Osservanza will knock your socks off--and roamed around the Greek/Roman galleries. Which brings up a topic for another day: why I like painting so much more than sculpture.
That said, I was at a conference--Using Technology in Art Education--that should have lasted one hour but was stretched out to all day. The mailing said it started at 8:30 so I dutifully got there at 8:30. It didn’t start until 9:30. The materials said continental breakfast. I didn’t know that that meant a plate of sliced lemons for the tea-drinkers--the only solid stuff around. The speakers for 10:00 weren’t in the room so the second presentation went first. It was fine in its way, but was mostly a commercial for a long-distance learning program for the Met Museum, where this was being held. Then we had two presenters who talked about the Met’s Watson Library and the classes they hold and such but no one in the audience could use any of this because it’s for staff members only. I said to the woman who organized it--a very well-meaning person from the Board of Ed--oops I mean Department of Education--that it was like showing us all this candy but then telling us that we couldn’t have any of it.
It was time now for lunch and we were sent to the Met Cafeteria--quite a hike--which of course, was not yet open. We wound up at the balcony cafe/bakery area. Up until then, what had I learned about technology? Nothing!
The last hour was somewhat better with presentations from MOMA and the Gugg. followed by an impromptu look at the Met’s Timeline project which audience members might actually use in their classrooms.
Sponsored by the University Council for Art Education, this was not a worthwhile event, not worth $40 and not worth my time overall. Luckily, I enjoy looking at art and had the late afternoon free, so I wandered the collection without students to worry about. I spent time at the Lehman collection--the Master of Osservanza will knock your socks off--and roamed around the Greek/Roman galleries. Which brings up a topic for another day: why I like painting so much more than sculpture.
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