....And that person who writes the nasty comments thought that he was rid of me (I'm planning on being an irritant to you for many years to come by the way...it seems like you need something to do anyway).
I'm actually in Amarillo today, but I was in Atlanta a few days ago and managed to make the rounds. It was great to see Brian Holcomb who I hadn't seen in months...he's been in Connecticut getting all Frenchified.
Of course, a few shameless plugs for my friends:
A soon-to-be-friend (and friend of QP artist Elizabeth Huey) has a show
that opened yesterday at Garage
Projects. Patrick Brennan's show is entitled "in the end we like it here
just fine". Here's a excerpt from his statement:
"The base of my work is to replace real life imagery with my own invented language. This is so that landscapes, figures, and stories take on a new and original identity. Most importantly I want to develop a relationship with the viewer. I want them to read the work as a sort of invitation into my anxieties, desires, and fears. I am very aware of my surroundings and want to reconstruct this awareness. I have been focused on how I deal with where I live. I am rarely comfortable and am always investigating why that is. I work from a combination of found images/objects, photographs from my travels, fashion, and symbols. Whether it’s a painting, drawing, sculpture or time based work I want to engage the viewer in questions that are not so easily answered. There is a space between our memory and our imagination. I want the work to be about that space."
And a few samples:
Over at Marcia Wood, Katherine
Taylor continues her ongoing themes in her new body of work. The
more-articulated drawings add a new dimension to the work in that they become a
bit about memory as well.
And at Jackson Fine Art, I was really excited about Sanna Kannisto's sciency and forensic images of insects, repitles and plants. The lighting (right out of a autopsy exam room) is what makes them work.
G'Bye Mose T
Bryan, Rory (Bryan's brother) and I made the pilgrimage to Montgomery AL nearly a decade ago and had the privilege of spending time with Mose and his entourage at his modest home. Mose gave us a tour of his room: at the foot of the bed was a paint covered chest where he created his artworks, and near the door stood a decades old refrigerator, secured with a padlock, where he kept his beer. Also, among the many artworks on the wall was a photo of him with the Reagans commemorating his invitation to the White House in the 80's which was a story that he recounted for us, barely decipherable under Mose's thick southern drawl.
I can also remember an enormous woman dressed in a bright green dress sitting in a dark back bedroom whose walls were painted a rich purple. There was also a learning-disabled boy roaming about and a number of Mose's cronies stood (okay sat) watch on the front porch.
Despite his age, he was still a good businessman and gave us a fair price on the works we had eyed. We all left, happy as clams, with our Mose masterpieces tucked under our arms, and headed straight to Country's Barbecue to cap off a perfect afternoon.
I'll miss Mose; it feels as if a part of my life that made me a transplanted Southerner is gone.
P.S. As usual, collectors have come out of the woodwork with Mose T's to sell. Lots are available on ebay (a great place to buy folk art if you can't make it to meet the artist directly) here:
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