Correction: I am not part of a new gallery, the new gallery I am not part of isn’t going to be on Larkin Street, and there most definitely isn’t going to be a show in February.
Anyone need twenty-four framed cityscapes ?
Well, I investigated another presentation for my Screen Prints on Trash series at the recent Spacecraft first Thursday show. The theme of the show was “Unresolved,” and I decided to panel the Precita prints from the ceiling to the floor, inviting people to step on them. Maybe this is laying it on a little thick, but as an experiment to reconsider the value of art, I liked the way this worked out.
Of course next time this idea needs to be taken much further. I had visions of an entire art show that forced guests to navigate exclusively along a narrow walkway of art like the one I started here. I was thinking maybe beds of nails could be laid out to prevent people from cheating. Or lava or something.
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Friends, family, Nigerian spam robots: it is to you, my scarce and scattered and readership that I now make a confession. While I have been busy in these pages attempting to seduce you with anodyne images of Northern California that you may or may not have noted in passing , I have also been secretly at work planning something big.
Let me first beg you to please not feel betrayed by the belated nature of this revelation, for it was only in the most pressing interests of self-respect that I kept this matter quiet even to you, my most devoted online readership. (I hope you know who you are.)
What the hell am I talking about, you ask as usual?
Well, basically I recently came across my big chance in the art world. This felt like the chance I have been waiting for, I think. It all had something to do with a city fence, a big-time call for temporary art, and the changing Mission Bay community of San Francisco. Now not only have I been at work for the last four years doing things such as creating art about the changing Mission Bay community entitled Temporary Spaces, but I also took the time to put together and submit a bulletproof proposal for what I think is a truly exciting project. This vague recap probably doesn’t explain anything, but I hope it at least it coveys a few good reasons why even up till Friday I felt enthusiastic and confident regarding this opportunity.
'Pieces are designed some months for passers-by to remove part of and take home. Other months, this area will be designed to contribute to:' not a popular idea.
I rallied my people, I did my absolute best, and without a doubt I put my strongest foot forward. That felt great. I am glad I did it. It moved me forward. Forward is my favorite direction.
Anyway, last Friday was supposed to be the big day and it turns out that the opportunity is not to be.
The bad part is that in the end my best wasn’t good enough.
Yeah… that part really sucks.
Oh well.
I’ll probably be over it after this weekend or this month or something.
I really don’t want to sound melodramatic or anything. There are incredible things going on in the world right now affecting the lives of millions and this thing was only about me. But as inconsequential and selfish as it ultimately was, I guess I really wanted this particular thing. Even though there will be other things this perfect. Some time in the future. Maybe.
Anyway, yes: I know this is how things go. I just thought I should mention it here, since this is my art archive-website-thing. Or something. Immense thanks to my four invaluable advisers: Erin, Z-mom, Montreal, and Julia H.
I am going to do it. I am going to tell you about my current project. That is, after all, the presumed point of this online information dispensary, contrary to what four years of overwrought personal laments would have you believe.
My current project is a permanent installation in a new restaurant opening next month on 24th street. Right here:
This is the biggest creative project I have taken on since the band’s last record release on the East Coast. We almost sold one unit at that show and I’ve been riding the wave until now, the point where I shall unleash a thirty-foot wall of artwork upon the residents of the Inner Mission. The wall’s going to be installed with a grid of several hundred wooden tiles, twenty-four of them screen printed works of bona fide Art, one for each intersection of 24th street from Valencia to Vermont. Right here:
Would you like to see some? You will have to help me artificially inflate my click count:
I almost never screen print t-shirts. I’m not good at it and there are loads of other people who are. Just about the only shirt printing I do is for other people. That was the situation on Sunday. A friend of a friend was interested in making some shirts for her physical therapist assistant program (as any reputable department should be), so we got together and did some textile printing.
I was reminded of the power of grey. Simple. Versatile. Sexy. Definitely my favorite color, like that dude from Counting Crows. The shirts didn’t even turn out that awful:
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Hello friends,
This Friday and Saturday my apartment will be hosting an art show that I am impersonally inviting you to. Yeah even you, IP address 58.191.987, the Nigerian hacker that provides my website with 400 hits per month. It’s free and you can stop by casually.
I wouldn’t normally bother you in such a manner, but this particular show is sponsored by Southern Exposure and is even an SF Weekly pick of the week. (And if you can’t trust your local corporate alternative weekly subsidiary for reliable event information in this world, who can you trust?)
The theme of the show is the concept of “home,” and it’s therefore being curated (by my friend Adrienne) in three Mission District homes, including mine. The work is divided by room in themes such as domesticity, migration, and mapping.
Anyway if you were to come, it would personally make me feel cool. And if you need a reason that doesn’t involve my ego: there will be lots of beer. Oh, it would be nice to see you too.
Here’s the postcard:
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And on September 3rd,“Spacecraft,” our first Thursday series at CELLspace is happening from 6-9pm.
The anatomy poster is done! All you have to do to see it is move your mouse over the the all-knowing more link and click. Wait, did I say mouse? Of course you wouldn’t ever move your mouse over a computer screen. That would be ridiculous. I meant move the pointer that is controlled by your mouse. Or maybe you don’t even have a mouse. Maybe it is a track pad. Or a stylus, like my friend Nowell uses. Could even be one of those useless red nubs. Oo, any trackballs in the house? I am sorry for making so many assumptions. I was just trying to suggest that there is a small possibility that the act of activating the more link could be worth your time. In the future I promise to be a scrupulous Californian and do my part to promote a non-specific, assumptionless society. (more…)
