Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Panic In The Streets 1950

Saturday, May 19, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Kings Row. 1942

Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Collected Poems Joseph Ceravolo
It won't be available until dec. 2012 but thought I would post this
anyway. Joe was a friend of mine who along with his wife Rosemary was an
important part of my life in the early 70's. He was a highly regarded
poet, and I know that this collection will elevate his stature in the
poetry and art world. He died quite young in 1988.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Lucio Fontana at the Gagosian Gallery. May-June 2012


Friday, May 11, 2012
James Ellroy’s Feast of Death. 2001

Monday, May 07, 2012
Sunday, May 06, 2012
David Bowman 1957-2012
I am absolutely heartbroken over this. We met when we both worked at Cinemabilia in the late 70's and became fast friends even though I was 10 years older than him. I haven't seen or heard from him in years, and had no idea about his terrible accident. David is on the right in the photo booth photos that we took one summer day in New York City. Horrible.
this is the link to the new york times obit on him.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/04/books/david-bowman-author-of-let-the-dog-drive-dies-at-54.html?_r=1&ref=todayspaper
this is the link to the new york times obit on him.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/04/books/david-bowman-author-of-let-the-dog-drive-dies-at-54.html?_r=1&ref=todayspaper
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Broadsided Press
Broadsided Press has this thing where they ask people to print out their broadsides and post them around. These are seven of the broadsides that I did that various people have printed out and posted. You can view all the broadsides and more at their link
http://www.broadsidedpress.org/index.shtml
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
I went to some galleries
I went to some galleries today, well more than some, and I
wish I could say that I loved everything I saw. I didn’t. In fact I saw very
little that I did like. I guess I should start with what I thought was worth my
time and maybe yours. The Bryan Hunt show at Danese has some marvelous pieces,
beautifully crafted and intriguing. They kinda reminded me a bit of Brancusi
which is funny because right before seeing the Hunts I saw a show of
photographs by the master. Most of course I had seen before, and I love his
work, but as photographs these are basically documentations of his studio and I
could just as easily look at them in a book as I could on the white walls of a
gallery. Getting back to Hunt, I
especially liked the sculptures that he’s call dirigibles and are attached to
the walls way above the viewer and seem to float in space. Really nice
stuff. I can’t believe that
Michelangelo Pistoletto is still doing the same boring mirror paintings that
he’s been doing since 1962. I mean come on Michelangelo don’t you have anything
new to say? I suppose if one has never seen one of these things that are images
on top of a reflective surface then they might offer some amount of surprise
and pleasure, but not for me. The Pier Paolo Calzolari double show at Pace and
Marianne Boesky Galleries in which a wall was knocked down to join the two
galleries has been touted as if the Berlin Wall had come down once again or
detente was happening in Chelsea, big news big deal. It seems that it’s Italian
month in Chelsea and Calzolari who was a member of the Arte Povera group in the
late 60’s ain’t so povera anymore. The drama and surprise of these pieces have
pretty much been removed by placing them in a blue chip gallery all cleaned up
and snazzy looking. The point of these pieces was the rawness and use of the
unusual and ephemeral materials that these guys used, but they have now been
Paced up. Some of the pieces are still good and full of humor, but please don’t
bother me with cute mechanical dogs trying to get behind a large door that is
placed against a wall. The show of Ronnie Bladen’s early paintings from
1955-1962 at the Loretta Howard Gallery (this is fast becoming one of my
favorite galleries) is a jolt because he’s known as being a minimalist and
these oil paintings are anything but, plus I love the fact that he hid them
away for years behind a wall that he built in his studio. These are big and
colorful and have enough oil on them to keep the country supplied for the next
100 years. See this show. I also was very much taken with Brice Marden’s new
paintings, which are small pieces of marble with oil paint applied to them.
They’re as elegant as one would expect from him, but they also took me by
surprise, not what I was expecting to see.
I really wish that I could say that I like Cindy Sherman’s photographs
since everyone in the world seems to. I don’t. They bore me and I’m not moved
or even annoyed by them. For me they are like billboards along the road, only
without the depth that a billboard can offer sometimes, and I am going to avoid
her show at the Moma like the plague. Also disappointing was the Gilbert and
George extravaganza at Sonnabend. This is a dreary dull and dank show in which
they fill the huge space with row after row after row of expensive looking framed
works that use tabloid headlines from the British Press in bold red and black
typeface along with some sappy images. Repetition guys do not necessarily make
for compelling viewing. You can pick up a signed copy of the catalog for only
$15.00, which is a statement about this work in itself. And then we have the
great big Claes Oldenbury/Coosje Van Bruggen show at a different Pace space,
that I was really looking forward to but I left very disappointed. The pieces
are mostly props from a theatre piece they did from 1985-1990 and they have all
the elements that we expect from Oldenburg, big scale, puns, great
draftsmanship, but the fun is missing and so is the looseness of his
imagination. Ok maybe I was expecting 1960 but these works are dead man, they
just lay there like so many beached whales. Maybe too much money is not such a
good thing for an artist to have, they start having their work fabricated and
cleaned up. What I use to love about his work was his messy way of making
things, taking stuff off the streets, and sadly those days are long goner. So I
walked around looking at these huge representational things that were trying to
look like big overgrown puppies that seem to be calling out to you to pet them.
I didn’t.