Monday, December 10, 2012

A Vuvuzela for Montrose

Robert Boyd


Patrick Renner, sketch for Funnel Tunnel

Have you ever thought, "Montrose Boulevard is pleasant enough, but it would be vastly improved by a giant vuvuzela"? Me too. Our long wait is almost over.
[Art League Houston] is also beginning a public art program titled The Esplanade Project which will place major temporary public art on the medians on Montrose Boulevard.  The first sculpture will be Funnel Tunnel by artist Patrick Renner.  It will be a found wood and metal piece 180' long directly across the street from the ALH site.
This teaser was included in a year-end beg-o-gram from the Art League. It doesn't say exactly when, but look for it sometime next year.

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Sunday, December 9, 2012

Selling Art in Hotel Rooms Seems Like a Good Idea to Me

Robert Boyd

 
Mark Flood in a room at the Deauville Beach Resort (photo by Julia Halperin)

People keep sending me this photo from Artinfo of Mark Flood's hotel room installation at the Deauville Beach Resort (upstairs from NADA) in Miami. The idea being that Flood was inspired by the Pan Art Fair (which included three of his paintings, courtesy of Front Gallery). According to Artinfo,
The mini-show has not been publicized and visitors can only see it if they are accompanied by a staffer from Zach Feuer Gallery, which is participating in the fair downstairs.
Both the exhibition and the signs toy with the idea of “going viral,” according to the gallery. Flood hoped that people would leave the “LIKE” signs lying around various Miami Beach hot spots, and news of the exhibition would slowly leak out without advance press. ["Mark Flood Installs Ad-Hoc Exhibition in Miami Hotel Room [UPDATED]," Julia Halperin, BlouinArtinfo, 12/2/2012]
The Pan Art Fair may have been the proximate inspiration, but let's face it--hotel art sales have been a thing for a long, long time. And there is one big difference between Flood's Miami show and the Pan Art Fair--Flood actually sold some paintings in Miami. No one in Houston was willing to write that big check, alas!


Another view of the Flood hotel room show from the Tuesday After

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Friday, December 7, 2012

Continuum Live Art Series - Opening Night (part 1, NSFW)

Dean Liscum

On the last Friday of November, Continuum's Live Art Series Opening Night occurred at Avant Garden. The performances kicked off a 6-month residency at Avant Garden that will include workshops along with performances through April 2013. I attended the event, which started on time and ran on schedule because they had more performance art than you could shake a neon green recorder at. Here's what I saw.


southmorehouse presents' David Tyson Moore and his day-glow phallic symbol

southmorehouse presents' David Tyson Moore and Laurette CaƱizares served as the M.C.s and  got things started with their performance Be A Woman 2. In it, the couple prepared for hosting the show. CaƱizares went through her beauty routine and Moore mirrored her. It started and ended in slapstick. The two took the stage dressed in matching bra, panties, and head scarves and end in sport coats, his and her matching iridescent wigs, and hats.


Laurette and David...

However, a few moments slipped into intimacy. Whether intentional or accidental, I don't know.



After Mirror, I went to the back of Avant Garden, where Christine Cook had set up her piece This Body Is... In it she stood stark naked and stoically next to a chalk board that had the words "This Body Is" written on it. Adjacent to it, a small table with a cup full of colored chalk stood. The implication was that the audience was invited to comment on the performers body. To do so one had to get in the performer's personal space. You could think what you want or say what you want--Reubenesque, zaftig, pleasingly plump, fat, enveloping, squeeze-ilicious, etc.--but that was just talk until you recorded it in chalk.





The power in this piece lay in the fact that you had to not only write your thoughts/feeling about it but you had to confront the artist and subject while you did.

In the attic, Militia "Malice" Tiamat performed Know Thy Self. In this piece, audience members experienced it one at a time. A guide greeted me at the stairs and instructed me to form a single question and hold it in my mind until it resonated through my body, until I felt it in my feet. Then I was ready and could enter. In the midst of fog and disco style lights, I ascended the stair into the attic. I sat before "Malice" and asked my questions. She stared at me for an instant and then answered confidently and calmly, "No, you're not. Not now. Not until spring."


photo by Steve Patlan 

I've never given fortune tellers or futurist much credence. I still don't. But Tiamat's performance had a satisfying feeling of mystery and possibility. The Jean Michel Jarre atmosphere didn't hurt.

M.C. David urged the crowd upstairs into Noelle Dunahoe's performance of Lights. In it, she sat in an old fashioned rocking chair and choreographed a light display show of bald bulbs as if she were spinning a yarn for her kith and kin by commanding her own limited universe of constellations.


photo by Hilary Scullane 

During the light display she asked a series of questions. Here's just a sampling:
Are you alive? 
Have you grown? 
Have you changed? 
Can people change? 
Have you known Love? 
Are You loved? 
Do you love? 
Was it worth it?
And then it just ended.

Next it got emotional (ok, more emotional) as Koomah injected the emo with The First Time I Say... in which s/he used a red marker to draw red circles (symbolically kisses? cuts? orifices?) on her/his arms and face.


S/He circulated the room with a bowl of band-aids and invited audience members to place them over the circles. After which, s/he ceremoniously tore them off one at a time.



Finally, s/he stripped to the waist displaying the eponymous slogan The First Time I Say I Love You temporarily tattooed across her/his torso and screamed "Love".



I'm not sure if s/he seduced anyone in the crowd, (I've tried screaming "Love" at someone before with no luck), but it shifted the mood to raw.

Perhaps this was intentional in preparation for Minotaur Blues by Jonatan Lopez. Perhaps, not.

The piece started in total darkness with Lopez clothed in a transparent sheet and white boxer briefs. He circled the room, illuminating his face with a flash light and confronting audience members with his apologies for his transgressions and for what he deemed were the transgressions of life. "I am sorry for..." was his refrain. He then shifted from sorrow to anger, lashing out at the artist Daniel Kayne for killing himself and declaring that he, Lopez, used to think suicide was an act of bravery but now knows it's an act of cowardice. The Minotaur then talked of his own slow self-death caused by grief and meth usage. He pulled out a glass meth pipe and smashed it with a hammer, and then another and another.



Finally, he scooped up the broken shards in his hands, thrust them into his crotch and masturbated, smearing the resulting fluid on the floor and on the wall spelling out "Help".



At first I was a little confused and stupidly literal minded. Lopez played the Minotaur but he did not appear as the half-man, half-bull. I didn't get the connection. By the end, even I got it. He was the Minotaur in a maze, but the maze that he could not escape from wasn't built by Daedalus. The maze he couldn't escape was life: its highs, its lows, its end. I'm not sure if he was sorry he couldn't help us or that we couldn't help him.

RainDawg followed Lopez's performance with his Homage to Daniel Kayne. He stood up straight and brought his hands together in the traditional christian gesture of prayer and intoned "I want to perform with Daniel Kanye." Repeatedly. And of course he did just that--invoked the memory of Daniel Kayne and incorporated that memory into his performance in the mind's eye of the beholder. He ended the piece with same line followed by a single word. "Again."

I hope, for the sake of Kayne's memory, that RainDawg and others do.



After that series of performances, I needed some fresh air and a drink, so I got one at the bar outside. Unfortunately, in doing so, I missed a large portion of Love Exorcist performed by Tina McPherson via streaming video from the "exorcist stairs." (I put that in quotes because I don't know if that's the stairs from the movie of the same name or the scene of an actual exorcist or a really dark, that is dark as in cool, goth bar). I do know that the exorcist was a success and the woman was un-loved or de-loved and it wasn't painless because she cried.



And due to technical difficulties (a.k.a. the Love Demon), this following random fashion show stream briefly interrupted the exorcism...



...or maybe it was part of the exorcism. I'm not sure.

At this point in the evening I also became unsure of the order of events. Let's just say it seemed like the next performer was Chuz Martinez in The Destruction of A Dream whereby the artist Jimi-Hendrix-ed (yes that's a verb) an acoustic guitar. I could bore you with a blow-by-blow comparison of their processes and techniques. Instead, let's just say that Jimi had a good sledge-hammer swing and kerosene, where as Chuz favored a knife, but with the same result.



I'm not sure if the Dream represented the music industry in general, an ex-lover, the U.S. drone strike program in Pakistan and Afghanistan, the state of acoustic guitars, the rise of poverty in the U.S. or the failure of technology to actually transform our lives rather than help us trivialize and devalue ourselves at the speed of Moore's Law. Whatever metaphor you picked to read into this performance, it was destroyed/conquered/defeated.

While the staff at Avant Garden was cleaning up the remains of the guitar, Jade, with the help or combative assistance of RainDawg, performed The Doll Bride in the Guilded Cage. It consisted of his character, the groom, forcing the doll bride to do something against her will. It wasn't exactly clear what his goal was or what she was objecting too. In what I witnessed of the performance, they embraced, struggled, she broke free and hide in the ladies restroom. Then she emerged, they embraced, struggled, and she broke free. The metaphor was as obvious as the behavior is common place. As one drunken observer noted, "I see that shit at this bar every weekend."


Love or Wrestling in 19th century costumes

Without, I suspect, the mid-19th century costumes.


Jade about to be hugged or harassed

Black Magic Marker followed Jade's piece with the Gory Story of Love. Love turned out to be Agape and not Eros. BMM started off wearing a black mask with a red sequined something on it. He played a base guitar and talked about the greatest love a.k.a. the crucifixion story. He then took off the mask and crowned himself with a ring of thorns and continued to thrash away at his base, all heavy-metal and reverb.  A cross appeared.



There was blood. There was proselytizing.

Just me personally, but if I've got to choose on a Friday night, I'll take bloody masturbation over crucifixion.

Tentative Title (hey that's what the program said), which was Evan McCarley's piece started stealthily in that she, like everyone else in the room, was standing around drinking a beer. I assume that it started either when she ordered it from the bar or when she meandered near the stage but the performance didn't attract my attention until she threw the beer down at the edge of the stage and smashed the glass. Then she took her seat on the stage, removed her shoes, and began to cry, then to sob...hard, as in someone drop-kicked a kitten type sobbing.



She stood up mid-sob and removed her shirt. She removed her pants. Still sobbing, she embraced a few members of the audience.



Then she returned to center stage and thanked the audience. Thanked us for what I'm not sure because I didn't know the context. So instead of feeling somewhat voyeuristic and removed from the whole piece, I decided that it was a tribute to those who died in the recent attack of Gaza by Israel. In this context, the piece worked for me, except there wasn't enough hard sobbing...but then there couldn't be.

Next, it was Nestor Topchy's turn. I'd been anticipating this all night. I'd even mentioned it to patrons at Lawndale's opening as I left early. Then I experienced I Got Nothing on Laura and Jim, which was Nestor standing on stage and apologizing for not performing. He said that he wasn't going to perform because Jim refused to perform and Laura was going to have a nervous breakdown or a stroke or both if she had to perform. He called Jim to the stage. Jim came and stood on the stage. Nestor mentioned that performance art is not entertainment and it's OK to fail. Nestor then pulled out some pants that were way too big for him, christened them "big boy pants" and put them on as ostensibly a metaphor for taking responsibility for his failure to perform and thus "wearing the pants." Then he put a paper bag on his head, tore a hole in the front and stuck his nose out of it. Finally, he invited the audience to rub noses with him (possibly in solidarity, possibly as consolation) as he left the stage.


Big Boy Pants? Always a boy never a man?

Now I realize this could have been a brilliant performance in which the performance is a non-performance, and I totally didn't get it. It could have been a performance about being unable to perform, about impotence, about fear of failure, about failure, about aging, about creatively calcifying, about performers losing their creative edge.

And perhaps it was.


Performing but not performing

Nevertheless, if it was, it was both brilliant but it was not convincing. It was like having two stars of Houston's first generation of performance artists stand before an enthusiastic crowd of performance art's next generation and say "Oh if it's only you, I prefer not to," and then rubbing their noses in it.


Rubbing your nose in it

(to be continued...after I overcome my disillusionment)

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Thursday, December 6, 2012

Pan Recommends for the week of December 6 to December 12

This is a relatively slow week compared to last week as we wind down towards Christmas. Here are a few shows and performances coming up that have caught our attention.

Thursday

Interface: Artists and the Digital Age at Williams Tower Art Gallery at 6 pm [up through January 11]. This show has a wide selection of artists, including several that I don't think of when I think "digital" (Aaron Parazette, Lillian Warren, Rusty Scruby). Interestingly, Rachel Whiteread is among the artists. Ironically, this show has no website.

Windows on Main at the corner of Main and Winbern (across the street from Double Trouble), 5 pm to 10 pm. Two installations are part of this edition of Windows on Main: "Congress Applauding (Address on the Program for Economic Recovery, Ronald Reagan, April 28, 1981" by Anna-Elise Johnson and "There was a man bitten by a snake" by Romain Froquet and Rahul Mitra. A nice place for a drink and some art.

Friday

ZZzzzzzz by Nathaniel Donnett (as part of Stacks) at the Art League, 6 pm. I'm not sure whether to expect an installation or a performance or both, but Nathanial Donnett is going to use shredded stuffed animals and the dreams of four volunteers who slept in the gallery to access black imagination. Sounds like a tall order--I'm curious to see what he's done.

Cold War Paintings by Michael Acieri at Avis Frank, 6 pm. Arcieri is an artist who wears the influences of James Rosenquist and Gerhard Richter on his sleeve. Expect a little Mad Men nostalgia in this show.

Saturday

Background Noise, a studio art show by Lucinda Cobley and Nelda Gilliam at 218 Avondale, Houston TX 77006 from 11 am to 6 pm. Two Houston artists show their stuff. Expect abstractions on glass and plastic from Lucinda Cobley, if her past work is anything to go by.

Shaun El C. Leonardo performing Arena at the Progressive Amateur Boxing Association, 2 pm to 4 pm. Part of the CAMH's ongoing series of performances for Radical Presnece: Black Performance in Contemporary Art, this one promises to be action packed.

Autumn Knight and Megan Jackson: La Querelle Des Monstres at Project Row Houses from 7 to 9 pm. More performance this weekend. The description says it uses "conjoined twin culture." I had no idea that there was such a thing as conjoined twin culture, but I'm kind of naive that way.

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Art Bloggers' Big Score

Robert Boyd


Harbeer Sandhu, Art Writers grant recipient

For the past two years I have applied for the Creative Capital | Warhol Foundation Art Writers Grant in the blog category, and I've failed to be picked both times. This year I am especially jealous of Harbeer Sandhu, who won a brog-writing grant for his proposed blog Critical Condition. Why am I jealous? Harbeer Sandhu is (as many of you no doubt know) a Houston-based writer. If that is not enough to turn me green, read the description of Critical Condition from the Art Writers site:
The city of Houston, while offering artists much needed support in the form of work space, free time, gallery space, and even financial backing, lacks the supportive yet critical engagement necessary to fully realize its potential to be a rich arts community. Aiming to provide a local forum for art criticism connected to world literature and international concerns, Harbeer Sandhu will develop a Houston-based art blog featuring weekly posts focusing on the visual art of Houston and Texas in a global context.
I guess the nearly 1000 posts I've put up since September 2009 don't count as "supportive yet critical engagement." Grr. But this jealousy is unbecoming and unfair to Sandhu, who is a good writer and I'm certain will be a good blogger. You can read some of his writing here and here. I hope Critical Condition becomes an important voice for art locally.

This grant is extremely generous. Bloggers get $30,000. Sometimes the blog in question already exists, and sometimes it's just a proposal for a blog. That got me thinking. They've been giving away Art Writers grants since 2006, but have only been giving them for blogs since 2008. So how have Creative Capital | Warhol Foundation done? They have given away 20 grants so far--$600,000 for blogs! (Assuming that the $30,000 has been the amount given out ever year to every blog.) Have they gotten their money's worth? Have these blogs produced? And when I say "produced," I am referring to some mixture of quality and quantity. Quality is something we can all agree is desirable (even if we have disagreements on what it is). Quantity might not seem as obvious a virtue. But in my mind, a blog requires constant posting to be truly excellent.

The blogs I like best, regardless of genre, are continually updated. It has been said that newspapers are the first draft of history. Art blogs may be in some ways be considered the first draft of art history--except that art blogs are often highly personal. They may contain journalistic information--reviews of current shows (art blogs are virtually the only way for readers to get informed opinions about shows that are still up), reportage about various aspects of the art world, and editorial opinions. But at their best, this kind of information is filtered through a highly idiosyncratic voice; the word "I" is not avoided. For me, this mixture of the journalistic/critical and the personal is what is so appealing about my favorite blogs. Posts are often brief, even curt. The best blogs show the evolution in their author's thinking as well as the evolutions of the artists and institutions they cover. A single blog post may therefore be unmemorable by itself (unlike certain classic magazine articles and books). The blog, however, should be judged as a cumulative experience. But this can't happen if posts are too infrequent.

Therefore, in this post I will score each of the past winners of the Art Writers blog grant, looking at both quality (highly subjective) and quantity (completely objective). I'll grade them for content (A through F) and explain my thinking. Quantity, on the other hand, will be based on posts per month since the beginning of the blog or the date of the grant, whichever came first. I realize this disadvantages writers who write long but infrequent posts, and I'll note when that is the case for any particular blog. But in general, the higher the number, the better. What I hope you will get out of this (beyond a palpable sense of my envy) is an introduction to a bunch of art blogs, some of which I recommend highly.

2008 grantees

Paddy Johnson, Art Fag City. Art Writers picked an obvious winner right out the gate with Art Fag City. One of my chief sources of news and opinion about the art world, Art Fag City is pithy and well-written. And they publish multiple posts a day. Of course, Paddy Johnson couldn't do this solo--she is helped by Will Brand, Whitney Kimball and Corinna Kirsch. GRADE: A, 78.02

Anjali Srinivasan and Yuka Otani, How Is This Glass?. One thing that is really good about Art Writers is that they give grants to highly focused blogs like How is the Glass?, which is about glass art. However, it's not a very good blog. Srinivasan and Otani seemed to use the blog primarily to help in their curatorial projects. The posts were fairly infrequent and tailed off to nothing by 2012. They were divided between posts about individual artists and posts called [theme] which were small essays on certain aspects of glass art. The posts on the individual artists sometimes consisted of nothing but pictures, and sometimes had brief texts. The [theme] posts were the best--there they gave themselves enough room to tackle their subjects. The many pictures on this blog were a plus. The last post went up May 23, 2011. Another way to look at it is to notice that Art Writers paid approximately $326 for every post they posted since December 2008. Nice work if you can get it! GRADE: D, 1.92

2009 grantees

The New England Journal of Aesthetic Research by Greg Cook. It's hard for me to be objective about Greg Cook's blog; I've known Greg since the 90s and have long admired his work. (He actually got his start as a graphic novelist, with the charming Catch As Catch Can). Furthermore, The New England Journal of Aesthetic Research is similar to this blog in its focus on its region. Its slogan is "We proudly offer more New England art news and reviews than anyone else." Cook started the blog in 2006, and it currently is split between reviews, news, and upcoming show listings. Some of the most entertaining writing are his posts on "yokelism," which describes the philosophy of the blog--an intense concentration on locally-produced art--art from Boston in particular. Cook comes from a journalism background, and that tends to give his writing a "just the facts feel." (This impersonal style reaches its apotheosis when he's writing about himself in third person.) Also, I have to note that the blog is somewhat cluttered and navigation is difficult (the "quantity" score is an approximation). Grade: B, 12

Post-Internet by Gene McHugh. This is a perfectly irritating blog. It deals with the way the internet has changed art. In McHugh's final post (September 12, 2010), he writes
“Post Internet” is a term I heard Marisa Olson talk about somewhere between 2007 and 2009.
The Internet, of course, was not over.  That’s wasn’t the point.  Rather, let’s say this: what we mean when we say “Internet” changed and “post Internet” served as shorthand for this change.
All well and good, and the blog discusses issues around this subject and describes individual works of art and the work of particular artists whose work is relevant. But he includes no links, no jpegs, no gifs--nothing that the internet makes so easy for blogger. It's ironic and perverse, given his subject. He might as well be writing for a print journal (except that a print journal would at least occasionally show photos of the work under discussion.) McHugh's ideas are interesting, but the blog itself is not. Grade C-, 3.3 (The quantity score is so low because this blog petered out in less than a year.)


A Year of Positive Thinking by Mira Schor. This is a case where a well-established art writer decided to take up blogging. Aside from the length of her posts, she's done a great job and obviously gets a lot out of it, since she has continued long past a year. Apparently it is a continuation of something she sent out to subscribers via email. This is not so much a newsy blog as it is a personal blog. But by personal, I don't mean that Schor is writing a journal of her everyday activities. Instead, she is responding to art she has seen, books she has read, events she has witnessed, etc., in a personal way. Her primary concerns are feminism, painting and sculpture, and her own art, but she will write about anything that draws her attention. She is not prolific--her last post comes from October 13, 2012. Grade B, 1.58

2010 grantees

greg.org by Greg Allen. This is a blog that was already in existence when it won its Art Writers grant. In fact, its first post was in July, 2001, which surely makes it one of the oldest art blogs in existence. It also has the virtue of being broad, personal and pretty snappy. Some posts are quite brief, but occasionally Allen spreads his wings with a longer post. I like this variety. Allen is a prolific blogger. greg.org is very well illustrated and often includes embedded video. In short, a very good art blog. Grade A, 20.33

Our Literal Speed by Matthew Jesse Jackson, Andrew Perchuk, and Christopher P. Heuer. This can't be judged as a blog. It appears to be an art project of some sort. Maybe it was a blog at some point, but if it was, I can't find a trace of its old existence. Grade incomplete.

The Silo by Raphael Rubinstein. Rubinstein is a well-known art critic and a professor at the University of Houston. The Silo isn't really what I'd call a blog (but then again, if it's not a blog, I'm not sure what else to call it). Rubinstein's project is to write essays about overlooked artists who aren't discussed and are in danger of being written out of art history. (However, he occasionally writes about well-known artists like Cindy Sherman.) Most of them are living artists or artists active since at least the 60s. These short essays are excellent and quite illuminating. He doesn't post frequently, but I'm delighted when he does. I particularly liked his posts on George Sugarman and Daniel Spoerri. Grade A, 1.54

16 Miles of String by Andrew Russeth. Andrew Russeth started his blog in 2006 and his most recent post was October 20. His posting in 2012 has been very light, but this can be forgiven. His gig as editor of and contributor to GalleristNY likely keeps him pretty busy. I quite like GalleristNY chatty, newsy style. It's very different from 16 Miles of String which is simultaneously much more text heavy and includes many more photos. 16 Miles of String is also more personal, often recounting his own experiences attending openings and performances. It would be unfortunate but understandable if 16 Miles of String was now a defunct blog, but GalleristNY is a worthwhile if different endeavor. Grade B, 3.83 (the post-per-month score would be much greater except that once GalleristNY got underway, 16 Miles of String's posts got much less frequent. )

2011 grantees

Art Vent by Carol Diehl. I wrote about Art Vent last year. The only thing I have to add is that I wish she was a little more prolific. Grade B, 3.5

Art in Common by Jason Farago. In terms of quantity, you can't say Art Writers got their money's worth from Jason Farrago (15 posts since December, 2011). However, Farago makes up for it in quality. Except for the first post, in which he outlines a bit of his philosophy for the blog, each post is dedicated to a single piece of public art in New York City. He researches each piece and has something to say about its particular history, its location, and its place in the artist's oeuvre. He is also a sensitive critic. But beyond all that, each essay is personal--these aren't mere encyclopedia entries. As a blog, it doesn't quite work because the posts are too long and too infrequent. But as a collection of writings--as a book (which seems like the probable end-point for these pieces)--Art in Common is exceptionally good. Grade: A, 1.25

The Performance Club by Claudia La Rocco. I find this blog unsatisfying for a variety of reasons. It's a little hard to navigate. It skimps on photographs (one thing that blogs have over magazines is an infinite amount of space to reproduce photos--it seems like a waste for an art blog not to use this). And I don't find the writing particularly compelling, although it's not bad. But if you have a strong interest in the intersection of dance and performance art, this might be the blog for you. Grade C, 9.25

Presence Documents by Sohrab Mohebbi. Right now, Mohebbi is writing about the Syrian civil war through a lens of theory, particularly in discussing the photos and videos of "citizen journalists." In fact, one might say the Syrian civil war is his main subject--it more-or-less coincides with the blog and he has been posting about it from nearly its very beginning. The multiplication of images, particularly via the internet, is his subject. Occasionally he talks about artists and art, but often as not he'll be talking about the media or about amateur visual content on YouTube and elsewhere. His writing is fairly impersonal, dry and matter-of-fact, and sometimes heavily footnoted. Mohebbi is quite prolific. He includes photos, but fewer than I'd like, and they are irritatingly small on the blog. (You can blow them up by clicking on them, though.) So, not exactly a blog that's fun to read, but a serious effort and one that looks at images--so ubiquitous in modern culture--as more important than art per se. This is a position I ind myself increasingly drawn to. Grade B, 5

beyondasiaphilia by Valerie Soe. Another blog I've written about, it continues to cover Asian film (and occasional other subjects). A worthy subject but not one I have an interest in following so deeply. That said, it seems like a fine blog if you are an aficionado of Asian film. Grade B, 2.08

Art and Shadows by Meredith Tromble. Tromble hasn't been terribly prolific since she was awarded the grant last year--15 posts total. However, her posts are long meditations on the subject at hand. She may be writing about a particular artist, but the posts ramble over related subjects in a pleasant way. I don't want to say that she is unfocused, but instead to suggest that the subject of a given post might not be the art she opens the post with. It may be an idea that this art suggests. Her most recent post was in September, so Art and Shadows may be an ex-blog at this point. Grade B, 1.25

Printeresting by Jason Urban, R.L. Tillman, and Amze Emmons. I also wrote about this blog last year, and I want to add that it has been one of the most consistently excellent blogs I have read over the course of the year. Grade A, 21.67

2012 grantees

I won't write about the 2012 grantees yet, especially since two of the four grantees haven't started writing their blogs yet. But let me acknowledge them here. Caryn Coleman writes The Girl Who Knew Too Much, a blog about contemporary art and horror films--an intriguing combination!

Farrah Karapetian will be writing Housing Projects, which will track some specific house-based art projects in Detroit as well as generally covering art that uses the house as its basis. Seems pretty specific, but timely.

Black Visual Archive by Meg Onli documents and reviews contemporary black and post-black culture. Sounds like a mighty tall order for one little blog, but a project worth undertaking.

And as mentioned at the top of this post, Harbeer Sandhu will be writing Critical Condition.

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Saturday, December 1, 2012

Goodbye Spain

Robert Boyd

Manual "Spain" Rodriguez, one of the artists who drew the seminal underground comic Zap Comix, has died. He was 72. The great chronicler of underground comics, Patrick Rosenkranz, wrote an excellent obituary. Justin Green, another of the great underground cartoonists and Spain's roommate for several years, posted a powerful remembrance of the artist. The Comics Reporter has been gathering obituaries and tributes. I feel pretty inadequate to add much to that, except to suggest that if you have never read Spain's work before, I personally recommend Cruisin' with the Hound: The Life and Times of Fred Toote. Back in 1999, The Comics Journal placed Spain's autobiographical stories at 89 of the top 100 English-language comics. They are, in my opinion, his greatest achievements as a cartoonist.



Spain had done comics at the East Village Other, an underground newspaper in the mid-60s, before moving out to San Francisco. He joined the Zap crew on the fourth issue.

Prior to Spain and his peers, there were, with a few eccentric exceptions, no art comics. The term "art comics" is used nowadays to refer to comics by artists who come out of a contemporary art tradition and who often exist in both the comics world and the art world simultaneously. But I like a more expansive definition--comics that exist primarily for artistic or expressive purposes, as opposed to comics that exist primarily to make money or to entertain. This is not to say that "entertainment comics" couldn't be art--there are many brilliant works of comics art that came along before the undergrounds (Krazy Kat, Little Nemo, etc., etc.). It's just that the underground cartoonists decided that doing highly personal, idiosyncratic comics was more important than drawing another issue of Richie Rich.

I admire Spain's comics very much. And at the same time, I admire him for being part of the movement that declared decisively that comics were art and not merely low-grade entertainment for subliterates.

The page reproduced below was from "Chicago 68", a story commissioned by the East Village Other. They sent Spain out to cover the scene around the '68 Democratic Convention. Spain ended up as a participant in the riots that occurred when the Chicago police went out of control. But unfortunately for his editor, he didn't finish the story until 1982! I edited a book in 1990 called Best Comics of the Decade (long out of print but not too difficult to find) and was proud to include "Chicago 68" in it.


Manuel "Spain" Rodriguez, Chicago 68 page 2, 1982

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Transitions, Glad and Sad

Robert Boyd

Jeff Millar

 
Jeff Millar and Bill Hands, Tank McNamara, December 1, 2012

If you grew up in Houston in the 70s, you probably were aware of Jeff Millar, The Houston Chronicle's witty movie reviewer. He has died, aged 70. I think he was an influence on me in a small way--my unserious writing style probably has something to do with reading Millar's reviews as a teenager. Millar also was the writer of a very witty comic strip, Tank McNamara (illustrated by Bill Hinds).


Web-based artzine ...might be good is folding. ...might be good had a large readership, from what I have heard, but no reliable source of funding. (Unlike The Great God Pan Is Dead, they paid their contributors,which is probably why they had so many good ones. But expenses must be matched by revenues.) ...might be good was classy and serious, if a little dry. It wasn't there for your entertainment, but for your edification. They wrote about their subjects with rigor and seriousness. And losing ...might be good really sucks.

Idea Fund Winners

 
The Bridge Club received an Idea Fund grant for The Trailer, a mobile performance work

Fortunately there are reasons to be happy, especially if you are one of the Idea Fund recipients. The winners are The Bridge Club – Art and Performance Collaborative (Huntsville); Erin Curtis (Austin); Bill Davenport (Houston); Esteban Delgado (San Antonio); Everything Records / Robert Hodge and Philip Pyle (Houston), Madsen Minax (Houston); Ryan O’Malley, Joe Pena, Dr. Amber Scoon, and Jack Gron (Corpus Christi); Stephanie Saint Sanchez (Houston); Ethel Shipton and Nate Cassie (San Antonio); and Walley Films – Mark Walley and Angela Walley (San Antonio). Some of these winners are quite familiar to me, but most are artists I've never heard of. But the projects sound cool--The Underground Art Tunnel at Retama Park sounds like it will be worth a road trip to Corpus Cristi, and I really want to see Tia Chuck once it gets made. Congrats to all the winners!

PG Contemporary

I was bummed when Peel Gallery closed, but after several months of pop-up galleries, that space is going to be occupied (permanently, we hope) by PG Contemporary. PG Contemporary started small on Milam and recently expanded into a larger space on Milam. But I suspect this opportunity to be on Montrose next to Barbara Davis, Anya Tish and Wade Wilson was too good an opportunity to pass up. She is mounting her first exhibit there, opening tonight at 6 pm.

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