Playin’ in the 925 band
Well hell, what do I have to complain about after a great weekend like that? First off on Friday the Student Show at the Blaffer was cool. Tons and tons of derivative work stolen from all parts of the artworld. I even saw a shopping cart cut in half and placed in vitrines. Cual Damien Hirst, yo. Pop paintings and Ab-ex and conceptual jokes with thrift store shoes and a plush sculpture right out of the Blaffer’s last show, Damaged Romanticism. The graphics work mixed in better with painters and photogs than in previous shows (check out the Pope in the hallway) and there was video too. Better than the rest was Vanessa Van Alstyne and her Second Life obsession (doesn’t really translate to the gallery) and the performance art lab’s interrupted triage, where patient and surgeon alike stop to watch a very special episode. Up in the studios the party went all night.
The Mirror Ball rocked David Adickes’ studio with silver and bourgeois everywhere. They had an auction and Ernie Manouse, sold some shit (thanx to the Rentz!) and wrapped it all up for gift bags. I wonder how that monster piece by Brian Piana did. Anyway, they danced and danced and fell down. Roller girls hung out all night and sexyATTACK paid the party a call. A crowd gathered around them as they danced and poured Dr. Pepper all over themselves.
On Saturday it was all Heights, as Redbud, G Gallery and Nauhaus had openings reppin’ their block. Check out the candy in the back of Redbud if you have a chance, good shit and Sharon Kopriva’s Martin Luther King Jr. portrait. Speaking of candy, Wayne Gilbert is building a tidy collection from floor to ceiling. So Redbud’s got Lacey Crawford– the gallery is covered in bronze bras and panties as well as paintings of vaginas on oxidized copper. Nauhaus has four Lubbock artists, the best of which is Ryder Richards’ AT-STs painted in pastels with brains of ball bearings or jellybeans. Piotr Chizinski’s whitewash pipe bombs are cool too. Of course, later that night I jizzed in my pants.
David Graeve, Through the eyes of a child
Sunday we went ice skating at Discovery Green, ten bucks for all you can skate! I saw some guy wearing an Oilers jersey eat it hard. The installation in the park by David Graeve and Buffalo Bayou Art Park is great, it really activates the promanade by the Grove Restaurant. With the Texans spanking Green Bay up on Lake Superior, what would I have to complain about? Oh yeah, the global economy is screwed. Well, I wasn’t in Miami, so I could ignore it for a minute. Fun in the land of gross shitty awfulness, huh?