In the Spirit of the Text exhibition images

Here are some images from the exhibit, I'll be posting other views and other pieces soon.

View from the outside: we placed quotes from Calvino's Six Memos on some of the gallery windows.

My Spamwerk paintings line the entryway, well above eye level.

Looking from the South gallery into the North gallery. My piece untitled(backmount) is in foreground, Marc Willhite's "Diagram for a Gesture" and "A Grand Fragment" can be seen through the doorways.

Marc's "Two Widths Seamed" on the left, and my "History Painting 2" on the right.

Marc's "Diagram for a Gesture" on the right, and my "History Painting 1" on the left.

Marc's "A Grand Fragment."

Looking from the North gallery into the South gallery.

My "Ground Cover."

Blesse 1 & 2 set in the wall in the background.

A small drawing, and a plaster piece, both called "Ground Cover."

Marc's "A wall of differing shades of grey."

"History Painting 1" butted up against the plaster "Ground Cover."

In the Spirit of the Text opening reception images.

Here are a few images from the opening reception of In The Spirit of the Text at the Curtis Arts and Humanities Center on Nov 3.

Day of Rest

One of the ceiling sections at the Boulder Dushanbe Teahouse.

In the Spirit of the Text opened Saturday night (images coming shortly,) but on Sunday, for my special-after-opening-treat, I headed up to the Boulder TeaHouse for a little Sunday Brunch and quiet time. It's been years since I had last been there, but for a while, some time back, heading up there was my Sunday morning ritual.

The setting, and the significance of the time I've spent there means a lot to me, and to go back, downing a couple of pots of tea, writing and reflecting at the bar was wonderful. Plus, BMOCA is just next door, making for a perfect package excursion.

Mary Miss' "Connect the Dots: Mapping the High Water, Hazards and History of Boulder Creek."

I headed over to BMOCA to see "Weather Report" the exhibit on Climate Change curated by Lucy Lippard. It's a great show, and a sprawling one at that. There are several offsite pieces, the documentation of which is assembled in the lobby. The one site specific piece that I did see, as part of it was placed at the entrance of the Museum is Mary Miss' "Connect the Dots..".The piece consists of metal paint can lids painted blue mounted on trees and buildings around town at heights representing the predicted height of flood water in those areas. This piece initially grabbed me because of the use of the paint can lid. As I've been incorporating various castoff elements from my housepainting gigs as possible fodder for my artwork, I've often thought about those metals lids, not sure what I'd do with them.

The exhibit assembles a number of artists that are approaching the topic of climate change in diverse, informative and beautiful ways. Given the amount of work in the exhibit, one might expect that inevitably, some of the art work might exist simply as visual prop for representing scientific information, but I didn't find this to be the case. BMOCA is far from big, but I strangely began to drift mentally, distracted a bit as I passed into the rear gallery. Perhaps it was the load of information coming at me from the artwork, I'm not sure. Still, I think that the exhibit deals with the subject matter in a sophisticated and striking way.

Judit Hersko's "Seven Days of Dissolution"

How I spent my last ten days

I left Beacon on Tuesday, Oct 23. Pennsylvania looked incredibly primordial in a dramatic mix of fog, rain and fiery foliage. I wish I had snapped a pic. Early the next morning in Eastern Iowa clouds of birds far denser than I’ve ever seen danced beside and across I-80. I snapped a few pics, but they didn’t look so cool.

I rolled into Denver Thursday night and met up with Marc at an Old Chicago to touch base on preparations for the exhibit. An extremely friendly and inebriated gal sitting next to me at the bar took great interest in our conversation and scribbled notations. We told her about the exhibit, and where it would be held. She said “Oh I live down there.” It turns out she graduated from Littleton High eight years after I did.
Exhibition Battle Plan.

Here is the map she drew for me of the art rooms at LHS, and the path she’d take to sneak into her ceramics class when she was running late:

The rest of the time from that point for the next straight week - day and night until Friday afternoon, was spent preparing artwork and installing the exhibit at Curtis.

The in-progress wall building for the installation at the Curtis Center.


Day of the Dead at CHAC.

Art-O-Mart at Capsule.

Sidewalks of Santa Fe Dr.
On Friday evening I headed up to Santa Fe for First Friday. Friday was Day of the Dead, which augmented the usual carnival aspect of the gallery walk along that corridor.

Michael Zansky at Sandy Carson .

I stopped into several places. I was primarily interested in heading to the Sandy Carson Gallery for Michael Zansky’s exhibit. I had misunderstood when the opening was scheduled, and was expecting it to be that night, and that Michael would be there. Unfortunately, I was a couple of weeks late on that score, and he was no longer in Denver.

Sandy Lane at Sandra Phillips.
From Santa Fe, I headed over to the comparatively sedate Golden Triangle and stopped in to visit with Michele Mosko at her newly opened gallery on 12th and Bannock, Michele Mosko Fine Art. Michele and I met in Peekskill, NY when we were both invited to join the Advisory Board of the HVCCA. We quickly developed a connection as we’re both from Denver, and at the time we were both frequently travelling between NY and CO. Angelika photographed Michele for one of the portraits in her Menschenkunde series. Michele made a permanent move back to Denver earlier in the year, and opened her space last month. After visiting at the gallery for a while, I headed for home and stopped by Jerusalem for a “Super Dish” and a baklava. I just now went to the restaurant’s website for the first time. Next time I get take out, I’ll be sure to load up the site to better replicate the auditory experience that is had when dining in. Jerusalem’s is my treat to myself, at least once when I’m back in Denver. I’ve been twice this week, and I still have four weeks here in town.