Downtown this morning boy looks pretty desolate on Nicollet Mall all ripped up lots of shops closed the upscale building now has a Walgreens and a bank .The Kid's GAP shop gone indeed the Mall seems in transition to a more affordable existence . More beggars more desperate looking folks at library in general a transition seems well underway towards downtown being more like it was before Saks Fifth Avenue was up and running. The Office Depot is closed only the Marshall's basement store seems to be thriving.
This photo shows the odd nature of this show and it's paradoxical bipolar nature. My tendency towards excess and the Walker Art Center's protocol of spareness. Elizabeth Carpenter ( curator of Poison and Candy WAC 2012) tried to control the installation as I tried to tilt it towards some incoherent beauty rarely seen at the museum. As a living contemporary artist and a student of art history and critical literatures I wanted to transform the work into a giant total work (gesamtkunstwerk ) to try to loosen the musem's control over the interpretation of the huge exhibition.
Portrait of Noah Harmon a young artist who asked to pose. Pam's portrait of Noah is still unfinished often we do not finish simultaneously.I haven't been blogging very much but I've thought about what I might write about if I were not writing in a linear Tele Novella style like discourse like Socrates. Linear writing is very useful but in poetry and novels what all you have reach for ever more explicit ways to say the same things over and over.
International Pop the new exhibition at Walker Art Center brought back a lot of memories for me of my days in art school in Chicago when Pop Art first popped unto the cultural radar. Andy Warhol was a role model for a few of us as to how the art world worked and how things are never precisely as they seem. First we were fans because Pop Art was really driving the older teachers bananas as it was so commercial in outlook and it was moving away from the entrenched modernism (abstract expressionism in particular).
When I started writing blogs I thought it would be like a letter , at one time I kept up an active correspondence with several different people in different places. Indeed sometimes I think I wrote way too many letters. I think I supposed that this networking would create some aesthetic and practical results. I could say Artpolice Comics was a correspondence project or deeply involved in periodic expression. An old friend recently wrote What ever happened to our correspondence? For a while we wrote and kept up with each other's art.
If you can't get a book deal write a blog. Some intense emails recently and other thoughts at bed time that vanish into sleep. When I was a child in the summer it seemed as if death and dying were so far away that they could be put out of mind, filed under later much later. Now though at the age of 3 score and 10 I feel death lurks near bye in the wings just off stage a constant reminder of one's impending vanishing. Another aspect of this issue is the degree of misunderstanding that persists about my art working and my art works themselves. I was talking with old friend who lives in N.Y.