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1-28-10

Dear friends and Fellows, I’d like to invite you to join me this Saturday, 4 pm at the Art Los Angeles Contemporary Fair for X-TRA Magazine’s special live realization of Micol Hebron’s quarterly column 1 IMAGE 1 MINUTE. Inspired by Belgian film director Agnes Varda, Hebron has invited artists and writers to choose a single image to comment on in each print issue of X-TRA. Last year’s public realization of this project sold out in seconds! This year, along with 50 or so other artists, curators and historians I’ll be presenting a single photographic image and talking about it for one minute.   Good Lord, my friends, I have so much fun talking to you in my head it would be a real treat to talk to you in person! (If only for a minute.) Besides, the Art LA Contemporary Fair is a great chance to cruise through some of the best international galleries showing their most illustrious artists. Network! Buy art! Gather info! Fun, fun, fun! Nahr!!!!! Sometimes timing is awful. Parker Jones opened an exhibition of new paintings by Charles Karubian on Wednesday the 27th. I like Charles’ paintings and it seems like a while since he’s shown here. Can I tell you something personal without putting you off? During 2007 I did hemodialysis at home (it wasn’t so bad) David was nurse (yes, he is amazing) and I sat for 3 hours a day, five days a week for an entire year, cycling my blood, reading and looking at one painting of Charles Karubians’. And looking again. It was great. Parker’s building-mate Francois Ghebaly at Chung...

NoL, January 21, 2010

Hello friends and Fellows! “Hey – what did you see this weekend Geoff?” “I’m glad you asked me that, kind readers, let me tell you.” But before I go any further, I offer you images of Michele O’Marah, A Girl’s Gotta Do What a Girl’s Gotta Do, courtesy of those great people at Try-Har-Der blogspot. Revel in these! Then get in your car and drive to Cottage Home Gallery like the blood-thirsty bats out of hell that we all are when it comes to cool installations and video. Friday: Driving through Hollywood on what used to be the main north/south road into our neighborhood but is now branded as The Cahuenga Corridor is a slow and decidedly unglamourous crawl between Fountain and Yucca. Once through we kicked butt over the pass, east on the 134, off at Harvey, then east to 2225 Colorado Blvd 90041 to see Current Trends in Modern Painting at the Center for the Arts, Eagle Rock. [Brief breakage of fourth wall here: As is often the case, I began writing knowing about only the artists in the show that I knew about. Any one of them is strong enough to get me to drive to Eagle Rock after work one Friday. Researching on the internet to post these notes for you I had the pleasant experience of being made aware how much great stuff there is that I simply don’t know! What an amazing crew these artists are! Write their names down. Come see the show. Continue to follow their work. If you can sometime, buy something!] There’s a wonderfully fierce painting by Nathan Hylden....

NoL January 14, 2010

Hello friends and Fellows! There’s a lot to cover today so hold your breath – we’re diving into the pool! At Circus last Thursday Dawn Kasper’s performance made a whole room of jaded art lovers look, wince, listen, flinch and then try to walk away. When her performance started in a small interior space of the gallery I was with most people around a corner without a sightline. Steven Bankhead generously called out a running commentary like Vin Scully or Don Drysdale. “Fruit in the corners” “Nude from the waist up” “Now she’s burning sage” “Prayer rug” “Some kind of ritual?” “Red ball gag” “Oh! She’s raising welts lashing her back!” “There’re voices, like a speech, sound – muffled and barely discernable” This was my cue to move in and sit on the floor in the front row. The room was as Bankhead described it and Kasper was indeed on her knees in loose cotton pants deliberately and regularly whipping her shoulders and back. An Alan Watts speech was playing and 7 small red transistor radio looking things played distorted chanting voices. Strange to say this deliberately sensational act began to feel meditative to me, and a little sacrificial. Considering the proximity to the new year maybe in some long ago culture this kind of act would be a purging of the old spirit and a penance for the larger group of onlookers. I’ve always been a little romantic… A bit of context: I’ve read about a Chinatown performance of Kasper’s that involved damage to a strangers personal property and actions that physically endangered a crowd of people. There...