Sunday, December 7, 2008

Art Opening Saturday!

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Frank Olson + Mike Field

The Joanna Gallery
December 13, 2008-January 7, 2009

The American Wandering Club is pleased to present a new exhibition of technologically complex artwork by Mike Field and Frank Olson at The Joanna Gallery.

Coming from radically different philosophies, both artists have advanced fractal computer-based art by applying aestheticism and shamanism to an impersonal medium. Their surreal landscapes and textural abstractions hum with energy, echoing the building blocks of science and the structures of microscopic organisms.

Conversely, Field and Olson exude passion through color, form and composition in much the same way that early Modernists like Wassily Kandinsky explored emotion through abstraction.

Join us this winter for an exhibit of 21st century technology and timeless compassion bringing together academic and intuitive inspiration.

There will be lectures by both Field and Olson at 6 pm on December 13th in conjunction with the opening. Refreshments will be provided.

Art Opening Saturday!

Frank Olson + Mike Field

The Joanna Gallery
December 13, 2008-January 7, 2009

The American Wandering Club is pleased to present a new exhibition of technologically complex artwork by Mike Field and Frank Olson at The Joanna Gallery.

Coming from radically different philosophies, both artists have advanced fractal computer-based art by applying aestheticism and shamanism to an impersonal medium. Their surreal landscapes and textural abstractions hum with energy, echoing the building blocks of science and the structures of microscopic organisms.

Conversely, Field and Olson exude passion through color, form and composition in much the same way that early Modernists like Wassily Kandinsky explored emotion through abstraction.

Join us this winter for an exhibit of 21st century technology and timeless compassion bringing together academic and intuitive inspiration.

There will be lectures by both Field and Olson at 6 pm on December 13th in conjunction with the opening. Refreshments will be provided.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Can't Blame This on Dallas

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Git cho moneey

Natalie Dee

Git cho monee

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Happy Fuckin' Birthday

Shit, a Millie?!? awww, you shouldn't have...
via Rich, Rich, Rich, Rich

Sunday, October 5, 2008


go read me on

longest unemployment streak contest winners

Thursday, October 2, 2008

now on

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Seriously, I Found A Home.

This should be fun!

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The New Drug

Where can I score some?

Lite Bights

Sexist Robot Sez:

Click to ENLARGE Sexist Robot

via Rice Gallery

"Michael and his boytoy"

"Hiding Out in Africa"

Ha ha ha ha... Dallas collector Kenny Goss shows up on Perez Hilton getting ripped off buying sunglasses with George Michael in South Africa (After Michael's recent brush with the law over his repeated drug use)

The Times has discovered that Michael and his boytoy have been staying at the upscale, $1,500 a night Lion Sand private game resort in Mpumalanga for the past week.

The two have spent several days in the resort's private chalet, with its own private pool. They've been enjoying private game drives as well.

Oh, and they were flown by helicopter to a nearby town, White River, to buy some sunglasses after Michael's pair were damaged. And after the 15 minute helicopter ride, Michael and Goss spent the day shopping in town.

Local salesmen said that Michael spent a "sufficient amount of money" on three pairs of sunglasses and a pair of reading glasses for Kenny. In other words, they got ripped off.

He also spent hundreds of dollars at a local art gallery, River Glass, where the manager said all the items purchased were “slightly African inspired."

Garland on Disaster (Timely)

Helen Altman, 2004

Up on is a Garland Fielder article on Helen Altman's Galveston Art Center exhibit, destroyed in Hurricane Ike, spotlighting her ominous premonition


corn meal+melted sugar+dog food+mold
right there I almost yakked in my mask

Pick up the Chron!
I'm on the front page of City + State today!

story via chron

some cell phone pics from Maya's Grocery

oh wait that one is from something else

and the stock market

Between the third

and the fourth coffee

an ant crawled around

in my empty cup

i drank him, with milk

and electricity

and television

and the stock market

This morning, I am dancing.

I Specialize in creepin'

via 1980

u no wy!

Monday, September 29, 2008

I Need A Home.

I still don't have power. I'm totally pissed.

A Brief Reprive

Austin is retarded. The best exhibit I saw there was retarded. Well, maybe the next best. The next best was retarded; the best was dramatic, complex and cost me way more than I intended it to.

They say that building in the middle is Illuminadi
who the fuck is they???

I took a tour of Austin art spaces all at once. That way I would run out of time and not see them all. I never got to Paul Slocum’s video game show at Arthouse and I didn’t see the Austin Museum of Art. That still left a good bunch of museums and galleries to hit in four hours, and I made the most of it. I started off the day by getting lost at the 290/MOPAC interchange on the south side and driving all the way to Round Rock to use the computers at the Art Institute of Austin. That place is in love with Andy Warhol. If it wasn’t for a Romare Bearden and a Rothko it would’ve been another Warhol museum. The Art Institute is clean and new; they were still building out an admin office over the weekend and the noise made it damn hard to hear the Ryder Cup on the big screen. Besides the pervasive use of Vista I wouldn’t have complained at all. I found a route, a big backwards C starting at the University of Texas, curving through the eastside down Pleasant Valley Road and back into downtown on Cesar Chavez.

I was excited to visit The Blanton for the first time, the fanfare for its new building a couple of years ago was promising, and I had hoped that the capitol of Texas would have a world-class permanent collection. After parking on campus I walked past an installation I had seen at the MFAH's Inverted Utopias show of Latin-American modernism. What I hadn't seen before is someone tie a bunch of the yellow plastic ropes together and make a swing out of it. Those college girls were laughing their asses off, swinging about.

The entrance to the museum is wide and empty, the brilliant white of the lobby was overpowering. It was totally Cloud City for a second there. Without a wisp of accoutrement the Blanton presents a stark and imposing figure at first. At the top of the staircase (pretty much the whole museum is on the second floor) one is greeted by Roman statues, remarkable in their cleanliness. Then you see that they are reproductions. 19th century reproductions, but still. Weak. They even have a room labeled on their map called "19th-Century Casts of Greek and Roman Sculpture".

In the European section of the collection I was startled to see so many famous subjects in familiar poses- but Caravaggios and Titians these are not. My favorite out of pure lewdness was Orazio Riminaldi's Saint Agatha, 1620s, with it's almost Dutch sense of shadow. Agatha holds a pair of scissors in front of her bust, with the other hand she holds a platter bearing her two breasts, nipples erect. The images are 2nd and 3rd generation; Mannerists and Italian and French Caravaggisti who were so devoted to their forefathers they stole subject matter and poses without remorse, like the difference between Sweet Home Alabama and that crappy song Kid Rock sings about singing Sweet Home Alabama in Michigan. WTF, really. To make up for it the Glickman Galleries are chock full of great prints- but come on- do you want to devote so much of a museum to prints? The current exhibition is about Raphael's continuing impact on printmakers throughout the last centuries- beating the derivative is good drum like a ball-peen hammer to the skull. There was blood everywhere.

How gay.

After writing Mannerist crap on the museum map in my hand, I walked through a great computer room open to the public with a great view of downtown through large windows. On the other side of the "eLounge" LOL was Kehinde Wiley's Le Roi a la Classe, 2006, translated the exterior toughness of thug culture to it's roots in a flaneur lifestyle, androgynyzing prison-inspired life choices by lifting the veil of homosexual undertones to 50 cent and Jay-Z. Alfredo Jaar's Gold in the Morning documented the brutal conditions in a strip mine. A video by Alejandro Paz aped Vito Acconci's early work- the artist paid a bodyguard to shadow a homeless man all day, and Paz followed them, filming the whole back-of-the-head thing.

The Modern galleries of the Blanton are great- really great. A triumvirate of post-ab ex painters is installed next to the Tate Gallery; Morris Louis' Water-Shot, 1961, is a human-sized canvas of organic but vivid vertical stains; High Yellow, 1960, by Ellsworth Kelly is social commentary buried deep in formalist objectivity, and a Helen Frankenthaler demonstrates the mark-making potential of the short period after the genius of Rothko had work thin and minimalism had yet to take hold. With fleshy pinks and atmospheric blues treated loosely in a gridded haze of marks, Philip Guston's The Alchemist, 1960, was a treat to see, his early style's power seen today in the light of his figurative late work's intense subjectivity and humanity. A small, early Rothko traces the line of inspiration from early abstraction that created the New York School; a 1946 Gorky looks intensely similar to Matta's work, a major influence in America's post-war period.

Thomas Hart Benton, Romance

To the left, in smaller galleries, The Blanton has a good selection of famous-from-textbooks Americana, including Thomas Hart Benton's Romance, 1931, and Phillip Evergood's Dance Marathon, 1934, a smart and sketchy sweep through American society. I had never noticed in reproductions, but death's bony hand holds out a $1000 bill towards the foregrounded winners from the top left. Jacob Lawrence's Eviction, 1936, was not on display, but it's place was held by a small card- and I wished it was another day. In a good show of prints, Disturbing Narratives: Cuevas, Toledo, and Tonel is a coarse, cartoony, sexual and grotesque show of Mexican printmakers capped off with Cuevas' 1976 Mirate en este espejo, which if you don't know what it means you should go see for yourself :)

Robert Rauschenberg, Treaty

I wasn't so happy with my visit, and as I descended the staircase I was determined to mine the lobby for something happy to see me off. Around the corner from the bathrooms I found three works by three great Texans. If you are at UT, skip paying to go into the museum and ask to use the restroom. Down the hallway to the left you will find an Untitled trio by Donald Judd, 1982, of linear permutations; next to that is Robert Rauschenberg's Treaty, a 1974 transfer work of black and bright red. Make sure to turn around and catch John Alexander's Queen for a Day lithograph.

After I left the Blanton I headed east through campus, bright yellow signs warning me not to park ANYWHERE on campus or I would be towed at exactly 11:59pm. After all, there was a football game the next day and I'm sure the administration wants to squeeze as much as possible out of those Longhorns fans. A few blocks away was the Harry Ransom Center, a great and academic institution I first heard about when they exhibited Jack Kerouac's original scroll he wrote On The Road upon. Their exhibition The Mystique of the Archive sounded entertaining enough for someone as boring as me, and after poring through scraps of paper for the first twenty minutes I got to the meat and was not disappointed. Skip right to the back wall for Picassos and Man Rays if you're impatient. Drawings big and small by writers and artists. Surely the best I saw in Austin.

When I tried to leave the campus, I took my ticket up to the booth and paid my 4 bucks for parking for over an hour. The attendant handed me a pink card and I went to drive out of the building. After seven, no eight, no nine confusing turns I reached the exit and reached over for the ticket. There was a receipt alright, but no ticket! I parked in the middle of the lane and seached for as long as I could before I felt I was really causing a traffic jam. People didn't honk, they didn't get impatient or anything. That was nice. When I drove up to the attendant, receipt in hand, he told me it was ten bucks if you lost your ticket, which totally didn't seem worth it. I parked and started tearing through the front seats. cards from parking in downtown Houston were everywhere, receipts for Stop-N-Go, Starbucks and Jimmy John's, scraps of paper, envelopes, business cards, tampons, paper bags, plastic wrap, dime store novels, straws still in paper, pennies and quarters. Seriously, I looked fucking everywhere. When I went back I brought the reciept and tried to pay the ten bucks as a total- since I had already paid four. No dice. I went to the other window, badgered the bald guy, pleaded with the lady at a desk in the back, and got really fucking angry- to no avail. I paid fourteen bucks to get out of that building, good grief.

They say that building in the middle looks like an owl.

After that I found a roach in my car; I was totally pissed. By the time I got through the traffic jam leading to 35 (aka 2 blocks) the classical station playing Bach had calmed my nerves. Driving through East Austin helped too, and as I rode over rolling hills up to Miriam Street I almost felt at an even keel. Creative Research Lab had an exhibit of UT Art Department faculty, and Flatbed Press had a split show of two painters. The hallway is always dark and cold, and the exhibit of horrific war scenes by Chris Reno and Robert Levers kept the mood detached. They felt awkwardly part of history, as the anti-war movement (but not the Iraq War) slowly slips into the past.

CRL, a division of UT somehow, has there Fall Faculty show up through this Sunday, and if you have the chance make sure to avoid this exhibit. It really sucks balls. If UT has this kind of derivative shit shovelers on their payroll then they deserve Renu Khator as their next president. She'd shave that art department down to a nub and good riddance to bad rubbish.

Around the corner is Slugfest- which has a totally cool name. Not a totally cool show. Poppy contempo-Japanese prints but more like a Key West tourist art gallery than Kyoto.

Hook 'em horns.

I took Chestnut south to catch Pleasant Valley Drive, and on the way to First Street I heard a funny little ditty on the radio. Apparently some rapper made a song about the Longhorns kicking everyone's asses, and while it was definitely original it was unintentionally hilarious to anyone who hasn't been drinking the Longhorns Kool-Aid.

the show I missed.

I missed Art Palace. When I got to Domy I stopped and asked them if they knew where it was. Yes, she said, and they're not open today. She gave me a flier and told me that it was open two days a week. Oh well. Elaine Bradford and Seth Mittag are from Houston, and I would have loved to have seen their show, but I have seen their stuff before. The Okay Mountain show was Okay. A little academic, a little William Wegman, very wordy. My lips were chapped by the time I left, but it was a very thoughtful show. At Domy Cody Ledvina was setting up his show to open the next night. He asked if I would like to add to a painting so I cut three triangles out of it. I don't think that was what he meant. He had just come from Houston and he was feverishly stretching canvasses. I guess Nick and Lane were hauling a precarious sculpture down 290 at right about the same time. Cody said his show was retarded.


Houston feels retarded right now. I feel it.

Down Cesar Chavez and back into downtown, I ended up on Sixth Street. Fuck if I know how that worked. Maybe I closed by eyes. Oh yeah! Now I remember, I took Guadalupe for a minute. Well, anyway, I went to Gallery Lombardi. It was in a tony building but they had asked a tagger to paint all around their logo. I hope other take notice and get the rest of that alleyway- it should look real seedy to scare the rich people. Their show of Mindy Kober, Hector Hernandez, Enrique Martinez and Eric Uhlir was pretty good, even-keeled, shiny and new. It was nice to see Kober's work fleshed out some more, her paintings about states give the viewer a better look into her head than her mandala-like corporate-logo paintings. Eric Uhlir's work is dramatic and strange, here he does not fail to amuse. Hector and Enrique are sex-obsessed; Hernandez in pop absorbed vignettes and Martinez with Zapp Comix-esque porno freak mutant drawings. Cool show, even cooler wall on the building next door, covered in overactive freak-style.

Walk a couple blocks south on Nueces and you'll see the neon sign for Mellow Johnny's, an odd place to look for an art show, but the only place to see a large installation of Barry McGee in Texas this month. The touching tribute to McGee's days as a BMXer and three well-worn street racers are mixed with his drawings and collages. Totally sweet. Also included are tagger KAWS, art historian C. R. Stecyk III, conceptual artist Ashley Macomber and New York turn-of-the-century darling Phil Frost. Good shit.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Everyone drives like a douche in Austin. Let me illustrate.

So I spent a week in Austin after the hurricane. Let me tell ya 'bout what I sees.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Finally... Something positive out of this IKE fiasco!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Vicious Art Writing from LA... at Antidote

Need a little out-of-town insider information? Well, I just dropped off a stack of Coagula Art Journals at Antidote on Studemont in the Heights! Featuring gems like Alan Bamberger's Turning Pro column:

Q: I don't want to show any art online because I think people will steal the images. How do I protect myself?

A: Purchase a cave; live there for the rest of your life. Allow no one to see your art - ever. In your will, leave directions to where your art is hidden, so that someone somewhere can show and sell it once you've transitioned to the great beyond.


Q: I search online for art dealers, galleries and other people with profiles in the art world. Then I email them images of my art with no text. I figure that people who are impressed or who want to know more will email me back and ask about it, want to buy it or offer to give me shows. So far, I've had no response. Any suggestions?

A: Out of all the possible ways to present your art, this is unquestionably and by incomprehensible leaps and bounds the dumbest (the second dumbest is emails that begin with "Dear Sir/Madam") (the third dumbest is "Please visit my website and let me know what you think about my art"). People who receive these emails- assuming they even open them, which most don't- wonder, "Who is this bozo and why is he bothering me?" Here's a thought- maybe put the art career on hold and start looking for a real job. Here's how to apply- email companies your resume for no identifiable reason and with no explanation.

Stop on by Antidote and grab a Coagula tomorrow night, Hello Lucky is right down the street and they're holding a glasstire party!

Cleaning Up in Galveston

Ron Ochoa (R) and members of his family move a flooded out freezer from his parents' store near the seawall September 24, 2008 in Galveston, Texas. City officials are allowing residents to return to the island to begin cleaning up their homes and businesses for the first time after Hurricane Ike devastated the area on Sept. 12.

It's a mess out there... be careful y'all...

Liars on Fires!

Short Notice

Clark will exhibit paintings and sign copies
of his new book Clerk Fluid in Domy.

Mark will exhibit recent paintings in Brasil.

Saturday, September 27th at Domy Books
1709 Westheimer

Vote Today

On my poll!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

One Thing.

Out o' Creation.

Competition + Fundraiser to benefit arts organizations

Houston [September 23] - Fresh Arts members have noted the amount of wood, metal, bricks and trash currently available on our streets in Ike's wake.

Where are the Texas totem poles?
What about an oversize wood chair?
A currugated[sic] metal suit of armour?

As we regain our electricity we want to encourage a creative focus in our community using the abundance of materials on our yards and streets. Become cultural first responders and submit creations made from Ike remnants still littering the streets and yards of our city, go scour the streets, yards and ditches and start drilling, whittling, painting and welding your masterpiece.

Email pictures of your 'fresh art' to with the subject line: MADE FROM IKE

Do it by Monday, October 20.
All entries will be uploaded to the Fresh Farts photo album.

Fresh Arts' guest judges will select the top three and award cash $$$$$$ prizes.

Winning submission will receive twenty Ben Franklins.

Winners will be awarded on Friday, October 24 at the MADE FROM IKE fundraiser at Caroline Collective. Participants are encouraged to donate to the silent auction that will take place throughout the evening. Proceeds will benefit Americans for the Arts Emergency Relief Fund that helps local arts service organizations rebuild the arts in their communities. Entries to the silent auction must be submitted Friday, October 24th between 5 and 6pm at Caroline Collective.

Businesses, organizations and individuals wishing to donate to the silent auction
please contact

Fresh Arts Coalition, includes 25 arts orgasms that have joined together to collectively raise "awareness" of the "size" and "diversity" of Houston. For sick German porno that would make your mom fall off her wagon, visit

Fine print: Entries competing for cash prize must be objects made from Ike remnants. Photographs will not be eligible for competition but we do encourage photographers to donate their work to the silent auction to help Americans for the Arts Emergency Relief Fund.

Can You At Least Break Us Off Some Cake?

The NYTimes decided to focus their hurricane Ike coverage on the *least* of us all.

“Hard to believe, but I had one of the best meals I’ve ever had thanks to Ike,” said Ilene Allen, a vice president of the real estate firm Hines Inc., who the day after the storm invited 18 friends to her house in the city’s River Oaks area. “Everyone agreed to bring the best stuff in their freezers, and to let the rest go.”

The meal included Kobe beef, venison sausage, baby lamb chops and chicken — all cooked on a large gas grill outdoors. There was thawed sweet corn and broccoli, as well as salad greens mixed with canned mandarin oranges, hearts of palm and slivered almonds.

“We also had some very good wine and Champagne, whatever people happened to have in the fridge,” Ms. Allen said, adding that it was an elegant candlelit affair save for the paper plates.

via NYTimes Snob Section

Warehouse District Opening Friday

Due to Centerpoint spending all their time sucking balls, EYESORE opening has been postponed until Friday, October 3rd. Same bat-time, same bat-channel.


Wednesday openings are for cool people.

Galleria Tejas
detrás del teatro River Oaks

6 til 8 pm