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I got myself a muthafuggin gig! That's right ladies and gents, some loony little duck decided it wood be a good idea to put my sculpture in a big fancy gallery with an actual reputation. August 12th - September 9th, my sculpture "Drone Series #1" will be on display along with other jury selected works in Manifest Gallery's 3rd annual Nude exhibition, in the bustling quasitropolis of Cincinnati, Ohio. Here's the address for their schedule of exhibits: www.manifestgallery.org/about/…
Nude 2011 is the second from the top, and guess who's name made the top of the list of exhibitors. Thank the gods they listed us alphabetically. For those of you who aren't familiar with the piece, I just added some new, indoor images. Enjoy. Anyway, if any of you are planning on being in the greater Cincinnati area this month, the opening reception is Friday, August 12th from 6-9, and yours truly will be in attendance to field all of your questions, inanities, and other neglected nether-regions. I may perhaps be persuaded to respond to your more imaginative and improper propositions, so long as they're steeped in shame and absurdity.
Here's cooking at Lou yids.
I got myself a muthafuggin gig! That's right ladies and gents, some loony little duck decided it wood be a good idea to put my sculpture in a big fancy gallery with an actual reputation. August 12th - September 9th, my sculpture "Drone Series #1" will be on display along with other jury selected works in Manifest Gallery's 3rd annual Nude exhibition, in the bustling quasitropolis of Cincinnati, Ohio. Here's the address for their schedule of exhibits: www.manifestgallery.org/about/…
Nude 2011 is the second from the top, and guess who's name made the top of the list of exhibitors. Thank the gods they listed us alphabetically. For those of you who aren't familiar with the piece, I just added some new, indoor images. Enjoy. Anyway, if any of you are planning on being in the greater Cincinnati area this month, the opening reception is Friday, August 12th from 6-9, and yours truly will be in attendance to field all of your questions, inanities, and other neglected nether-regions. I may perhaps be persuaded to respond to your more imaginative and improper propositions, so long as they're steeped in shame and absurdity.
Here's cooking at Lou yids.
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Announcement
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Greetings my loyal cadre of devout followers. Time to drink the Kool-Aid. Some of you may have noticed that I recently added images of the now complete Drone Series #1. Said work will be on display next week at the "First Year Chopping Block" exhibition at SIUC's Surplus Gallery. Those of you in the Southern Illinois or St. Louis area should stop by if you get the chance. The show will be up from Mondy Feb 21 Through Friday Feb 27th with a closing reception from 6-8 pm on the 27th. The Surplus Gallery is Located in the Glove Factory at 432 South Washington in Carbondale, IL. Hope to see you all there, except you flaming skull that hovers over my shoulder and tells me to kill my neighbors' pets. You're not invited 'cause you're a jerk!
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On this particular Sunday evening I find myself wondering what the hell I'm doing in Carbondale, IL. In my near 29 years I've lived in a number of places both exotic and reasonable. I've made my primary home between Tucson, AZ and Reserve, NM. I lived in Boston for a year in high school. I went to college in Chicago and I worked for two years in the crumbling urban wastelands of New Amsterdam. But if you'd asked me a year ago if I would ever reside in the sleepy rural hamlet of Carbondale, I would have promptly finished my drink,set down my glass, and solemnly replied, "where the fuck is Carbondale?" Yet here I am.
"Why am I in Carbondale?" you ask. Well sit back, dear reader, and I shall tell you how a dazzling cosmopolitan such as myself ends up in a place as improbable as this. The short answer is failure. Not simple failure, but the failure of a man who sets out to attain a goal that he lacks the self motivation to achieve.
From early adolescence, not unlike most of the people reading this, the only thing I ever wanted to be was an artist. More specifically: A sculptor. I devoted my education to that end, achieving a Bachelor's in Fine Art from one of the most prestigious art institutes in the country. It was only after this that things began to go wrong.
After college, fearing the uncertainty of life as a starving artist that so many of you more nobly embrace, I took an apprenticeship in the field of facial prosthetics. The program ended after two years, at which point I realized that I had turned my back on my true calling. I "temporarily" moved back in with my parents and began trying to "make it" as a studio artist. Unfortunately, the fire of my youth had cooled to mere embers, stoked by the occasional opportunity to show my work locally. For four long years I stagnated under the illusion that I was doing the best that I could. This of course was a lie.
I had lost my hunger. I wasn't hustling, I was barely producing, and most nights it was easier to hit the pub then to concentrate on developing new work. I had reached bottom and I was finally ready to admit it.
Enter the grad school option...
I saw going back to school as a possible "out" from the vicious cycle of inactivity that I'd fallen into. In my hunt for schools that shared my artistic philosophy and possessed the facilities necessary to produce the scale of work I had in mind, I stumbled onto Southern Illinois University Carbondale. A school and town that I'd never previously heard of. I applied, got accepted, and now here I am.
Why am I telling you this? Is this simply a narcissistic rant designed to inject meaning into the mundane, A feeble cry for attention, a simple expression of puzzlement at the nature of fate, or possibly a cautionary tale sent out to inspire the struggling creative youth to not make the same mistakes? Maybe all of these things. Maybe none of them. Maybe this is simply the cry of a lonely soul, finding himself in environs somewhat alien and hostile, reaching out to the anonymous masses at the flickering ends of the fiber-optic infrastructure for some semblance of empathy. Whatever the reasons, I find the need to describe my current situation. Perhaps to better understand it myself.
I've extinguished the charcoal on my hookah and poured another shot of Bushmills. And now for my next trick...
I can't do it. I can't explain what it's like to leave a home that I love to seek a fortune that it would not provide in a land unknown to me. I've been here for a week and a half, and I have yet to find my groove. Almost everyone I meet confounds me with views that I simply can't identify with if not an outright lack of hospitality. Each day I'm confronted by a wall of humidity that makes even the simplest errands insurmountable. I am being consumed by an array of biting insects that leave me welted and burning.
Yet I remain optimistic. Soon this new chapter in my development will begin. Orientation starts Tuesday. I will encounter fellow artists, possibly brimming with inspiration. The weather will inevitably break (or so I've been told). Hopefully the ice I've been making since I began this entry will finish freezing and thus drastically increase the level to which I am able to enjoy my whiskey. On that note, I will bid you a fine Sunday evening and toast you all and your potential success in endeavors artistic or otherwise.
"Why am I in Carbondale?" you ask. Well sit back, dear reader, and I shall tell you how a dazzling cosmopolitan such as myself ends up in a place as improbable as this. The short answer is failure. Not simple failure, but the failure of a man who sets out to attain a goal that he lacks the self motivation to achieve.
From early adolescence, not unlike most of the people reading this, the only thing I ever wanted to be was an artist. More specifically: A sculptor. I devoted my education to that end, achieving a Bachelor's in Fine Art from one of the most prestigious art institutes in the country. It was only after this that things began to go wrong.
After college, fearing the uncertainty of life as a starving artist that so many of you more nobly embrace, I took an apprenticeship in the field of facial prosthetics. The program ended after two years, at which point I realized that I had turned my back on my true calling. I "temporarily" moved back in with my parents and began trying to "make it" as a studio artist. Unfortunately, the fire of my youth had cooled to mere embers, stoked by the occasional opportunity to show my work locally. For four long years I stagnated under the illusion that I was doing the best that I could. This of course was a lie.
I had lost my hunger. I wasn't hustling, I was barely producing, and most nights it was easier to hit the pub then to concentrate on developing new work. I had reached bottom and I was finally ready to admit it.
Enter the grad school option...
I saw going back to school as a possible "out" from the vicious cycle of inactivity that I'd fallen into. In my hunt for schools that shared my artistic philosophy and possessed the facilities necessary to produce the scale of work I had in mind, I stumbled onto Southern Illinois University Carbondale. A school and town that I'd never previously heard of. I applied, got accepted, and now here I am.
Why am I telling you this? Is this simply a narcissistic rant designed to inject meaning into the mundane, A feeble cry for attention, a simple expression of puzzlement at the nature of fate, or possibly a cautionary tale sent out to inspire the struggling creative youth to not make the same mistakes? Maybe all of these things. Maybe none of them. Maybe this is simply the cry of a lonely soul, finding himself in environs somewhat alien and hostile, reaching out to the anonymous masses at the flickering ends of the fiber-optic infrastructure for some semblance of empathy. Whatever the reasons, I find the need to describe my current situation. Perhaps to better understand it myself.
I've extinguished the charcoal on my hookah and poured another shot of Bushmills. And now for my next trick...
I can't do it. I can't explain what it's like to leave a home that I love to seek a fortune that it would not provide in a land unknown to me. I've been here for a week and a half, and I have yet to find my groove. Almost everyone I meet confounds me with views that I simply can't identify with if not an outright lack of hospitality. Each day I'm confronted by a wall of humidity that makes even the simplest errands insurmountable. I am being consumed by an array of biting insects that leave me welted and burning.
Yet I remain optimistic. Soon this new chapter in my development will begin. Orientation starts Tuesday. I will encounter fellow artists, possibly brimming with inspiration. The weather will inevitably break (or so I've been told). Hopefully the ice I've been making since I began this entry will finish freezing and thus drastically increase the level to which I am able to enjoy my whiskey. On that note, I will bid you a fine Sunday evening and toast you all and your potential success in endeavors artistic or otherwise.
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announcement
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I will be exhibiting work in the Salon Des Refuses at Dinnerware gallery at 264 E. Congress, Tucson, from 7/10-7/25. The opening reception will be held from 7-9 pm.
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For those of you who will be in Tucson this Saturday evening (6-13-09) from 6-10 pm, I will be exhibiting my work at Gallery Malinche (222 E. 6th st.). Stop in if you can. Unfortunately I won't be present as I am flying to NYC Friday morning. On that note, anyone in or around NYC between 6-12 and 6-17 who wants to get together for beers/coffee and art talk should get in touch with me through this site.
Also, I'm in search of tips/advise/assistance with management/promotion. If you have experience in these areas your insighe would be greatly appreciated. I'm also in the market for an experienced and professional agent to represent me.
Also, I'm in search of tips/advise/assistance with management/promotion. If you have experience in these areas your insighe would be greatly appreciated. I'm also in the market for an experienced and professional agent to represent me.
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