Art critics constantly get flak in this town for using a lot of $10 words. But, I mean, if you know the meaning of a word like “percipience”—even if “perceptiveness” works just as well—why not show it off?
I once knew a guy who, when he was on LSD, couldn’t handle being in nature. All that exaggeratedly twining, entangling growth was just too creepy for him, so he only took the drug in visually sanitized city spots, surrounded by concrete and steel.
You are what you do. You are what you eat. Let’s face it, you probably are what you google. But for your sake and mine, I hope you don’t end up resembling Jason Salavon’s “Spigot (Babbling Self-portrait)” video and sound installation.
The newest SITE Santa Fe biennial, The Dissolve, hit the city’s art scene in a string of previews, parties and performances last week. But the show itself proves that all this fuss is about more than the production of fuss. It’s also about the production of an all-video exhibition that still feels human.
Remember the Being John Malkovich scene in which John Cusack’s character discovers the portal to the inside of Malkovich’s head? He’s at work in that 7th floor office, surrounded by floor-to-low-ceiling rows of filing cabinets filled with index cards. It’s his job to put the cards in order. Then, in one leap, he’s in the interior of another man’s brain.
Here’s a thought experiment for you: Start with a society that has a
long creative tradition and take the “market” out of its art market. You
could, for example, establish a Communist state and do away with all
In his artist’s statement for Winterstate, David Nakabayashi says the inspiration for his new stock of paintings is a near-death experience: a wintry car accident that left him stranded on the side of the road in Ohio. These kinds of stories can represent truly life-altering moments that catalyze a personal re-evaluation.
The simultaneous photogrphy exhibitions at Zane Bennett Contemporary Art and Skotia Gallery oppose one another in nearly every way. In doing so, they trace the divergent paths contemporary photography has taken since the embrace of digital technology.
Vanishing Points marks the launch of LewAllen Projects with a curated group exhibition in the gallery’s Railyard location. The man behind the curtain is Alex Ross, an employee of LewAllen and a sometime art critic.
My relationship with Ansel Adams, to use the current parlance, is complicated. One cannot deny his technical mastery. He literally wrote the book—several, actually—on darkroom photography. So what is it about him that sort of gets on my nerves?