French Knotted Embrodiery, Inspired by Anna Atkins cyanatypes, by oakland artist Jessica Polk

Rover and Bolten held in contempt


Beautifully Edited super hero footage of a family from 1968-1979, set to the Zombies this will be our year.

tiny houses made from buisness cards

paddington bear suffers some hiccups with immigration.

Dr Semeatuarchbishop of york cut up his dog collar on english national television, as a protest against mugabe's presence at this years pan african conference.


Feist has a great voice, but once you've heard Ms Simone singing this, its like a day on the beach meets tsnumai.

a court room in the bronx forbids people from using the stairs and has elevators that are constantly broken, resulting in people waiting hours, and sometimes being given warrants for failure to appear when they are downstairs.


Sally McKay, Collage Study for Larger Installation, Newton and the Peaceable Kingdom, I really really hope that she makes this as a small scale edition print, because it moves me both formally and religiously.

this story about a group of people in iraq who refused to go on patrol, to prevent a my lai kindo f situation was deeply moving, and made me reconsider honour.

two large car bombs kill at least 60 in algeirs.


Santa's Baby by Jackie Beat

San Joquin is ithe first diocese to secede from the Episcopal church.

i am wondering why bush is revealing embarrassing things about himself right now. (there is a book to be written on the connections b/w american masculinity and tears in a religious context, that he is willing to cry for god has an explicit inter weaving with everything from muscular xianity and Roosevelt to the Promise Keepers)


Snowmobile on Fire in Northern New Hampshire.

yong and privleged men and women away from home are reported to drink, fuck and shoplifting and other scandals

beautiful acorn shaped wooden mp3 player.


Selections from the Spitzer Collection, a group of wax antomitaical models that toured Europe from the 18th Century. These are now held in the national medical museum in Brussels.

KBR worker in iraq was gang raped, left in a storage containert, and other nastiness.

boston review of mental illness and sucide of prisoners, is as depressing as you managed.


Sawkorski Hello Kitty Bike.

haunting photographs from the military hospital in Afghanistan.

collages
great colours, good instincts towards placement, and composition.

the dutch give tens of millions to queer orgs locally and internationally.


Skull Helmet made by Santigo, for Harley Davidson

Speculum Romanae Magnificentia, a collection of 16th Century prints of ancient roman artifacts, is digitized says lots about the italian realtionship to its ancient history.

internet archive copy of The Priest in absolution : a manual for such as are called unto the higher ministries in the English Church, a fascainting document about the realtionshp b.w the catholics, anglo-catholics, and the anglicans in the 19th century.

my photo used on a portugese math blog. and another used on a xian minsitry site.

"...I can believe that things are true and I can believe things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen, I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of casual chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it..."

neil gaiman, american gods.

these amused

Chris Kenny does almsot magical things with maps.

blog of record envelopes

apparently jeff koons had a large silver rabbit in the macys parade.


footage of the parade.




Rhyinan, X Factor, Contestant

Anthony Easton's Top Ten Aesthetic Events, 2007 (posted on sally mckay)

1) Lars and the Real Girl, 35 mm Film, 2007
There was an article earlier in the year featuring discussion about whether to make costume design into two categories, one for modern films and one for costume films. I think they should do this, if only because the costumes of Lars, the fair isle sweaters, chinos, barn coats and of the real girl, cast offs, polyester knits, sensible twin sets combined into a pas de deux of unrelenting melancholy. The rest of the set design, from the books in the town doctors library, the bed spreads of Lars' brother, the church basements and even the exteriors also made this a film where the objects were infused with memory stronger then the people.

2) Ted Kerr, Photographs, Mandolin Books
Ted's a new friend from Edmonton, and has had at least 3 shows this year in the city. They were all good but the show that he had as a stopgap, for two weeks at the end of November was great. Ted is unrelentingly positive, and optimistic. He thinks the world will be all right, but he makes this optimism palpable. The images at Mandolin, were black and white, blurry, printed big on vinyl, all of the marks of student laming—and if they were of snow bedecked trees, sunsets at dusks, and one lone raven, they would have been a disaster. But they were of this dance troop he is part of, people dressed in black dancing in public in the squares and markets. They are a contemporary and postmodern recreation of mummers, with all of the messy bodies and firsting/lasting that accompany that word's history.

3) Robert Rauschenberg, Cardboards and Related Work, Menil Collection (image: Reynolds Wrap (Cardboard), 1971)
LCD Soundsystem finally wrote the last hymn of nostalgia for 70s New York, and "New York I Love You But You Are Bringing Me Down", was released around the time that this show was put up in the Menil. It is a useful corrective, that the city was better before money. That Rauschenberg was able to create works of great visual sophistication, that he was able to document and (literally, physically) deconstruct, combine (pun intended) and then stitch together the history of his own falling apart, simultaneously as the cities falling apart, with greasy trash, and then have them reproduced 30 years later in a high end hard back, with gorgeous printing and monumental essays, touches the feelings of worship, awe, and exhaustion that mark the frayed edges of work being made today. (Not only music, it also reminds me of the work of Dash Snow, in a bunch of ways)

4) Mark Wallinger, State of Britain, Tate
Unofficially he won the Turner for this, officially he won it for that piece where he dressed as a bear and wandered around that Berlin museum for a few nights. State of Britain, with its recreating with much care the work that has been de-facto limited or banned by the state, and then have the state pay for it, is a brilliant end game…but what makes it even more moving is that he actually cares, that someone is basically without irony, in a post ironic age, might be the last refuge of the avant-garde.

5) Chuck Close, Portraits, AGO, Toronto
I like how its about the reproducibility and the distribution of images, how the jacquard loom is so very digital, and I loved how formal it was, how image durnk I got on those black and white daguertypes, how almost in a daze I was, in how they become clear and blurred like a stone in a pool of water. Shame the writing wasn't very good.

6) Jason de Haan, When the Ocean Meets This Guy, Stride Gallery, Calgary.
20 foot boat, 20 foot room, narrow stairs, the boat is white and looks more like a Judd then someone that will actually float. It will have to be destroyed at the end of the show but he has marine maps on the walls just in case it somehow makes it to the ocean. Not only was it a gorgeous refutation of the modernist instinct towards size, colour, heroics and form making—it had an almost mystical hope, but not in the hippie wank way that the phrase mystical hope suggests.

7) Nokomis, Found Fabric in Embroidery Rings, Retail Establishment
Nokomis is a fashion company in Edmonton that prints images on t-shirts and makes the occasional cute skirt. It has a look. They moved to a much bigger space this year, and as part of it, they now have 20 foot walls with giant windows. They used this space up not by making one huge piece, but making termite art, a slow building up of visual metaphors. The strongest of these are maybe 60 embroidery rings with vintage fabric, carefully calibrated according to colour, form, pattern and line. There is the pink perpendicular lines that moves past the edge of the frame, a couple of pucci rip offs that curl into a kind of infinite circle, and others. Better then almost any of the clothing.

8) Chuck Liddell Fan Art
I can imagine teenagers drawing Zac Efron for Teen Beat, I can even imagine (and have read) the erotic epics written by middle aged, middle class, middle American housewives about House/Wilson, Logan/Green, or Potter/Snape. But what I didn't imagine until I saw it on the website, was truckers and red necks carefully and lovingly recreating the best fights, the facial ticks and the bulldog body of UFC's own Liddell. There is something in the barely sublimated hero worship that slips out from the usual readings of homoeros/homosocialism into something more saintly.

9) Alexander McQueen's Collection in Memory of Isabella Blow
Her death was a major loss, and McQueen told us that working was a better cure then mourning.

10) Bridget Riley, Red with Red 1, 2007, Oil on Linen image via art fag city
Edward Said asks, in On Late Style "Are there unique qualities of perception and form that artists acquire as a result of age in the late phase of their career?" Riley answers, the colours become richer, the lines become fatter, but the movement retains its affect over the body. He goes on to say that some work has a "special maturity, a new spirit of reconciliation and serenity". The pistachios, ice blues, and sea foams of her new lithographs have this serenity, but this painting manages to extend her practice, making it resemble viscious fluids and offal. It maintains the security of pattern and line, while still being "intransigen(t), difficult, and unresolved.." Riley is deeply under rated as a painter for a lot of reasons, her control, her wrestling with the decorative, her beauty and sublimity, her print work, her gender, her refusal to become gestural, maybe even her Englishness, but this is a last, brilliant, and important work, one that should convince us that she is one of the, if not the best English painter of the 20th century. (Those better then her maybe: Hockney, Hodgkin, Freud, Spencer or Bacon)

four sentences that encapsulates the previous entry:

1) i want my work to disappear. these great artists from the 70s made their work disappear in galleries, my work doesnt disappear in galleries.
2) how do i make my work handle the same intangibles that bell, irwin, ryman or sandback manage, while still asking questions i find valuable.
3) do those questions always or even mostly center around the gallery system, being careful to realise that there is mroe then oen system and more then one work.
4) how does my attachment to tradition and art history function in relation to the above questions?

My feeling persists that all of my sculpture is part of a continuing attitude and relationship to things. That is, sometimes, I don't see various sculptures so much as being discrete objects, but rather more as instances of a generalized need to be in some sort of constituting material relationship with my environment. The sculptures address themselves to the particular space and time that they're in, but it may be that the more complete situation that I'm after is only constructed in time slowly, with the individual sculptures as its constituent parts.

Fred Sandback, from Fred Sandback, Sculpture 1966-1986 (Mannheim: Kunsthalle 1986).



Ryman, Midlands, 1976

I think that this is the strongest of Ryman's instincts towards making the process and practice of painting--showing the stretchers, hangers, and frames as part of the work, reducing painting to its mechanics. i have been thinking of this painting for a week so, because i had an image taken down from Cafe Mosiacs, because it was not formal enough in its presentation--made on poster paper and taped up, like i usually do, so the casual hanging of the work becomes part of the work itself, the thing is Ryman talks about the end of art, and the beginning of something new here, while still maintaining a respect for the craft and history of western image making. Though I know my history, I am worried, or at least my instinct is to not put it in galleries, not to worry about how it hangs, or to hang in in ways that are inherently critiques of the gallery space--to make conceptual working thrus more then object making. Ryman manages to do both, but the thing that i have never been able to figure otu (and this is the question im asking) is how did he make his work look so proper in gallery settings, it is elegantly reductive that mantains its presence not by large gestures but thru refusal...i keep thinking of the artists that do that, and they are mostly american, and mostly came to light in the 70s...

Here is Richard Tuttle:

3rd Rope Peice, 1974,


Robert Irwin, Light Column, Acrylic, 1970


Larry Bell, Untitled, vacuum-plated glass with metal binding, 1969


Fred Sandback, Large Scale Sclupture, Date Unknown


there are artists i love, deeply, but this is the group of artists that i want to be, i mean informed by photo work, and less performative, but graceful in the acceptance and refusal of the white cube. i think thats why i am more comfortable with work that is small, intimate, and why i feel more comfortable putting work in bars, stores, baths, and even outside and it explains i think why i am proud/happy of the late installation of the movie stars peice, outside, against the weather, and why i was so exhausted/frustrated by its presence at the cafe, and why i am unsure it belongs in a gallery.

here us an image of the movie star peice from the cafe:

and here from outside (taken by ted, who makes me angsty and artsy)


Movie Stars I Would Like to Fuck, Composite Digital Banner, 19 feet, 7 inches long and 4 inches wide.

Various Paintings, DRawing and Etchings by Delacroix of Giant Cats eating the fuck out of things.

football feild sized cock

weird japaense kewpies

dozens of behind hte scenes photos from twin peaks, including a hand full of lynch in a tux, that remind me of beckmans self portrait, in their borgie confidence, their unusal erotic magneticism, and how sinisterly common he seems.

57 images of rowing teams

the pacific soultion, which forces immigrants to australia to be cast aways on islands like narus for months or years, before they may or may not be repatriated, has been ended.

280 hand coloured, early printed alchemial and mystic drawings from the 15th to the 18th century--one of those attemtpts at the sacred that are genuinely beautiful, but also queer--not only the images of hermpahridites and sexual oddities, bu the insitinct towards change, towards transforming the self, and the refusal of biological. i find them inspirational, heretically so. i also like how they try to taxonomize the universe, trying to make a scientific system out of the nature of g-d, isnt arrogant as much as it is genuinely curious--and its combonition of real language, created language, visual elements, and code, the moving back and forth b/w layers of meaning...
(unfortunately, it is just thumbnails) (also the colours, the emerald greens, the golds, pinks, variations of blue frmo indigo to krsna skin.)

plan yr funeral at costco


Missippi Meander Map, 1950s (?), frmo strange maps

Two translations of Bunyan's Pilgrim Progress into intuckitut exsit, one from a Moravian preacher ca 1901, and by an anglican ca 1956--you can see the traces of future cape dorset pritns, in the illustrations and how the illustrators construct ideas like "celestial city" to a still largely nomadic people, who have no pyschic memory of 16th century london. On that thot--qouting from the site:

Unlike the earlier 1901 translation, which borrowed generic “European” illustrations from other missionary translations, Flint’s version was supplied with original illustrations in which Bunyan’s characters appear in furs and sun goggles - all except Christian, who dons medieval armour at the point of his conversion.

this seems obvious to say, but it is a poignant example that to christianise first nations people was to westernise them, the idea that the immideately finding god is to find western culture, but also that you will be alien from yr culture, and inapproite for the culture--the people who illustrated must have known that, and there is a slyness to the pages in 1956, where Christian is standingi n his medevial armour and the inuk are still in the furs.


great early deldini cartoons


Phillip Glass on Sesame Street, 1971

brian rose's photographs of the berlin walls remeants, throughout germany, are examples of culutral memory, and a symbol of the continued divide between the east and the west.


Bridget Riley, Red with Red 1, 2007, Oil on Linen, 67 x 89 3/4 inches, Shown at Basel this year (lovely, impt work)

kurt kauper is a great techincal painter--thats the first thing, i keep saying about people like John Currin, that we have forgotten what painting could be and so people like Currin are thot of as brilliant formalists (ie any salon painter from the 1870s, or whoever we comission to do leg portraits are better painters then Currin, places like the RCA were shoving them out) We dont need good techincal painting anymore, unless it services an idea. Kauper is a great techincal painter, and like Kauper he is a breeder who talks about what it means to be a man, but Kauper with his previous series of cary grant, and this collection of hockey painters espeically bobby orr, is slowly pulling apart both male desire and a culture of celebritiy worship, about how a boy becomes a man. It is not only the epic scale (though there are images here that are 9 feet long), but the care that it takes to make the images--they are filled with love, a love that i find inscrutable, but they are not designed for me--growing up in boston, where the whole city makes a saint of this man, and the man know living as a recluse, the drawings and paintings of them work as a kind of epic history of sports bars, arenas, locker rooms, places where secrets are told and where the smells, tastes, etc are often a cant that goes unspoken--that they make some hockey fans angry, suggests that loyalty has been breeched. (esp look at the almost french, almost neo-classical red chalk drawings, the neo-classicism of those drawings, reminds me of the neo-classicism of places like the forum or maple leaf gardens) this boston story's image slide show actually cuts off any penises




Kurt Kauper, Bobby (From the Top, 1,14,15)


Anderson Cooper likes to Noodle

screencaps from Zodiac.

artworld gossipry questions of money and loyalty always seem to follow koons around like a bad stink

jog writes an enlightened essay about jack chick and the lds

ryan mcginley is going to shoot the oscar portfolio for new york magazine

full scan of Silvers Sketches from Japan, 1867

german illustrations of biologay and botany, for teh class room, 1950s and 60s

Hickory Cluster a Virginia suburb from 1961, is one of the best examples, of the optimism of modernism.

dozen photos of a 1933-1935 Aalto house, that is so tiny, human scaled, lovely, with great wood details, and amazing built ins. (note the bookshelves and his sinks--even his sinks are beautiful) more context here


Detail of Burrowing Owl From:
American Ornithology, or, The Natural History of Birds Inhabiting the United States, Not Given by Wilson : With Figures Drawn, Engraved, and Coloured, from Nature' Lucien Bonaparte, via Biblioodessy

dozens of animals with their mouths open

there is an apartment in sweden that contains a post apoclpytic manhattan

curated collection of soap found in public places, put into one giant installation. minimal termite art at its best.



Delacroix, Lion Eating a Goat, oil on canvas, 1833-1866

Geoff Parkes Post Card

Geoff Parkes Post Card
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Chris Piuma's Contribution to the Post Card Project

Chris Piuma's Contribution to the Post Card Project
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Rainy McMaster Post Card

Rainy McMaster Post Card
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Rachel McCrae's contribution

Rachel McCrae's contribution
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this makes me a fag, but rufus wainwright at carnegie hall is a brilliant album

things to do tomorrow

1. take down photo shows
2. reinstall as outside intervention
3. email marcus about what to do after the show is over
   
4. highlands for rachels gift
5. talk to sandra
   
6. email industry images
   
7. art visits (works, scotts, blairs)
8. buy new notebook
9. library
   

things to do in the next 14 days

1. package together for the works gallery
2. finish post card project
3. Polls for Idolator, VV, and NAshville Scene
4. Call Quince to confirm reservation
   
5. get images for pomo grid project
   
6. contact corb lund's agent in toronto
   
7. make new, corrected movie star print
   
8. print ashley and my collages
   
9. see if i can make it to calgary (not v. likely)
10. xmas shopping (need to do:ray, john, colleen, dad, kim, chelsey,ted, mom, aj; done: pat, rachel, d)
11. revise Chesney
12. Nellie McKay CD review
    
13. talk to jason
14. find place for bobby orr, maybe?

post exposure im feeling really exhausted, bitchy, and just sad.

One of the standard-issue tactics in Victorian religious warfare was to accuse every religion--other than yours, of course--of endangering the nuclear family. Protestants accused Catholics, Catholics accused Protestants, both of them accused the Jews, and everybody accused the Mormons. (It's a wonder the nuclear family has survived, really.)
Little Professor

famous photographer mentoring a workshop in Tuscany: Does anyone have some photos they'd like to discuss?

Me: I have a few.

Famous photographer: Let's take a look...

Me: I think this one is my favorite from the trip so far.

Famous photographer: I see. What is it?

Me: It's the side of a van I spotted in Orvieto.

Famous photographer: It's...interesting. Do you have anything else?

Me: Well I like this one a lot too. It is a sign on the side of the road that was near the abandoned building everyone else was photographing. I was pretty pleased that I got the tip of the arrow to exactly touch the edge of the frame.

Famous photographer: Yes, it is quite symmetric. Did you shoot any of the abandoned building?

Me: No. But I got a good one of the side of our bus! Hold on, let me find it...

via JPG magazine, Grant Hamilton is the guy who does those amazing abstract polaroids.

Reading the Globe and Mail obit of Mosseua, it was mentioned in passing that he had the only solo show from an aborignal artist in 127 years--here are 10 living artists they should consider:

1. Brian Jungen, Dunne-Za(esp since the majestic, post minimal Vienna, from 2003 is in their national collection)
   
2. Annie Pootoogook, Inuk (esp since the CBC thot she was worth while of an hour doc)
   
3. Terrence Houle, Blood (esp since his work is so vitally interdisciplinary)
   
4. Jane Ash Poitras, Cree, (RCA)
   
5. Alex Janvier Dene Suline and Saulteaux (esp how he has twisted adn changed, and esp his responses to modernist tendencies, and he is a member of the order of canada, plus the retrospective in calgary could easily be expanded)
6. Lawrence Paul Yuxweluptun, Haida
   
7. Zacahry Long Boy, Dene (work already in the national gallery collection)
   
8. Peter B Jones, Iroquis
9. Joane Cardinal Schubert (mostly her installation art)
10. Ron Noganosh, Ojibway(national tour, 2002, didnt stop at the BGA)
    

Christs Penis

Christs Penis
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i dont know how i feel about john zollers work from american colouring book--the military ones are kind of hot though, and i like how he makes something concise, and clear with kindergarden material, including glitter


Watchtower Illustration, Undated (I have a thing for Warrior Bears)


interesting review of future sapphic sailor classic Szymaszek’s emptying the boats


Joan Crawford, Massage, Photog Unknown, mid 70s

dozens of rave flyers from Idaho.

300 000 cubic feet of caves near turin conceal temple of new age prophecy--the photos are amazing


Hand Beaded Dior Couture, from 1956, via Victoria and Albert show The Golden Age of Couture, Paris and London 1947-1957

bright red rotary phone rejigged for cellphone use.

kennedy press makes gorgeous, multiple pullings, of letter press prints, lots of colours, almost chaotic, but never out of control. esp the afrocentric ones, and the ones from african slogans, that combine western practices and african aesthetics


Lion King/Steve McQueen, early 60s

tom gaugh cartoon for the book section of the gaurdian are hysterical

dyncarp the miltary contractor, has been sued for forced prostution, forged passports, underage sex, and other "immoral/illegal" acts in Bosnia.

i think this nyt article on the collusion of private galleries and public musuems, esp wrt Blum and Poe's connection to the recent LAMoCA's Murakami show, but who doesnt know that the art world is a circle jerk that uses T-Bills for lube.


via Riot Clit Shave, unknown event and photog, obv. some kind of pentecostal event at a hotel ballroom in middle america, which i find moving and holy. (the ability to lay prostrate and find god everywhere)

Dan Hillier does Victorian Kitsch Redone, which would be cliches, but they often feature tentecales, and who doesnt love cephlapods.

josh homme is kind of a genius:

Josh Homme's desert rockers' plan to perform a six-song show for in-patients at an unnamed Los Angeles drying out clinic came to an abrupt and chaotic end when the band were cut off before the end of the first song and manhandled out of the building by heavy security, NME.COM has learned.

The rehab show was intended as a light-hearted, intimate performance in their home city of Los Angeles .

But a spokesman for the band informed NME.COM that when the band opened the show with classic 'Feel Good Hit Of The Summer', staff at the clinic were so unimpressed that they pulled the plugs and had security remove them straight away without negotiation.

The song's lyrics famously run: "Nicotine, valium, vicodin, marijuana, ecstasy and alcohol... c-c-c-c-c-cocaine".

13 minutes of interviews with Gahan Wilson on the New Yorker.

How to spot a Meth Cooker

1984 as a Tijiuana Bible, via the Black Dossier by Moore

32 images of classic badges from the 30s and 40s, great fonts and some gorgeous photo work.

simon armitages translation of Gaiwan is the second in 5 years, after Merwin, this looks good.



Chartes Cathedral Grotesque (Rabbit God) Amazing how pagan these places where)

Prints and Multiples, SOthebys, London:

1. Still a way to get among the best work for cheap (including a great tuymans hotel scene for 600 and a Yuskavage for the same)
2. Six Sean Scully Aquatints for 12, 500, i think aquatints work really well for him, because they encourage a depth and luminoisity in colour
3. The dozen or so murakimi's that go for under a grand, would better be handled by ebay, i think
4. Emin never really left her student phase, did she
5. Are photos proper here--photos are almost always multiple, and multpiple suggests a deliberate strategy of dissemantion
6. Paranoia man in cheap shit room by Cecily Brown, suggests that she might have a career in single panel gag strips
7. same warhols, a soup can, a mao, the lincoln center ticket, etc nothing really strong\
8. 2000 and 2002 Rileys, for 1000 or so, are the strongest and loveliest in her career, she keeps getting stronger--and the pinks, the teals, the salmons, all would be insipid, with out a balls out belief in patterning and abstraction
9. Asher John is making the cash
10. i wish hockney did more lithos
11. some of hodgkins indian views look like albers (his print work is under rated, its less gestural then his painting work, like he understands that it is impossible to make a spontenuas gesture in the heavily modulated mechinchal processes of litho or aqua tinting) hodgkin also might be one of the last english for the english painters possible
    
12. christo wrapped horse, is just funny
13. lots of random shit that was pulled out to pad an already medicore auction, work for a couple of hundred pounds bought in
    
14. also the usual late neo classical picassos, some medicore miro works, two roulat clowns, etc
    
15. there are a handful of lovely renoir prints that look like drawings
16. a dozen whistlers!

for rouge makeovers from holts--so i went out on a limb, perfect circles of bright pink blush, lips the colour of dried blood, pasty white face, perfectly plucked kohl darkened eye brows and eyes that combined the best of liz taylor playing cleopatra, priscilla on her wedding day, joel grey in cabaret and hibuscus queen of the mid 70s sf underground--ted even said i looked like liza (w. beard) and it all lasted thru eating, thru kissing and thru dancing

the problem with weariing kohl and two colours of liner to yr ear, three kinds of shadow, including the upper lid, up to the eyebrow, the eye brow itself, and the lower lid, and glitter, is that it takes forever and ever to take off.

but i LOOKED FABULOUS (silk slip in royal purple, with black lace, and froot of the loom y fronts)

white face done via foundation, powder, more foundation, and then white eye shadow presed hard into the flesh