Through this snapshot of his oeuvre to date, Falsetta’s trajectory feels much like his paintings: a mixture of planned and spontaneous moves.
Artist Jeff Weiss doesn’t want you on his list for Weisslink, the “nightly art / email mashup” that he’s sent out every night for the past thirteen years to a steadily growing legion of subscribers.
Walking through the show is a distinctive physical experience. One has to move around treacherous-looking sculpture and be buzzed out by the odd and inescapable lighting.
It was those congenial moments between near strangers that intensified the scope of our small, yet potent symposium here in the middle of the Plains.
Signals is an interactive video installation where you send messages to the artist via Morse code. I was tempted to just call him.
When I joined the faculty at Texas Tech in 2001 as a tenure-track professor, the idea of merging my studio art, which consisted of paintings of daisies and powder boxes on colorful backgrounds, with the word research taunted me.
A quirky set of domestic snapshots blotted out with Jello, goo, fat, or baby teeth. These tactile, psychological fillers could merely be humorous play, but tend to read as potentially profound and personal.
Storm has a distinct visual language with which he interprets his misery. His sense of ironic martyrdom helps things along.
The daughter of a Chinese mother and a Russian-Irish father, Datchuk has faced the complexities of otherness for her entire life.
Full of painterly witticisms, Kerl's work demonstrates the hallmarks of good painting: an acknowledgement of its history and a formal playfulness.
Sortor becomes a producer of meaning instead of just a passive consumer. Her work here shows the pleasure of improvisation.
Tomlinson carries a notebook with him at all times to capture the “cognitive dandruff” and “exfoliations” of his mind, a humble and lyrical way of describing the permutations of an active and prolific thinker.
After the closing of so many art spaces in Austin in the last couple of years, perhaps it’s a sign of health that shows like Tennison’s can exist at a place like ATM.
Yma Luis describes how working at the Rothko Chapel in Houston has changed her in this animated short by Alberto Sosa.
Although the curators say this particular exhibit of the Medianale isn’t theme-driven, I noticed a couple of common threads between videos including a riff on the idea of call-and-response music, and re-interpretations of previous iconic videos/films, which is a take on call and response in itself.
The pièce de résistance of the Outdoor Art Exhibit in Eastland, Texas, is a 12-foot-tall cylinder painted to resemble one of Andy Warhol’s Campbell’s Soup Cans located in the parking lot of the Dairy Queen.
Just two weeks ago, it was reported in the Wall Street Journal (Sunday, Jan 3 -4, p. D11), that “Text as Decor” is, as of now, passé. Not that Jeff Wheeler and Maisie Alford care.
The artwork is semi-interesting. We can get a decent overview of the current state of abstract art being produced in Texas, and it’s not awe-inspiring.
In the studio, Lanfear's collections of objects become the raw material for artworks that evolve through an intuitive process of finding creative avenues for their arrangement and presentation.
A humble pornography of micro-penises, Andrew Wyeth’s The Clearing, platinum scans of a vagina, and a small coffin frosted in chocolate.