This past thursday we took our first trip down to the City to see our talented friend, Elizabeth Glaessner‘s, show at PPOW Gallery in Chelsea. We lucked out as they were doing a Q&A and walkthrough with her that night. It was so great to see our friends and eat some fancy NY food at Tia Pol around the corner. It’s incredible that I felt like a tourist in NY after only being out for two weeks.
We also got to see a great show at PACE of Tara Donovan’s work (on the left) and Franklin Evan’s show at Ameringer | McEnery | Yohe (on the right.) Donovan’s sculpture looked from a distance to be like some giant, fuzzy underwater creature. Up close it was made of tiny crystal-like pieces. Evan’s show was an amalgamation of his thoughts, work, scribbles, inspiration, and personal calendar all writ large. It was so nice to see and talk about art with friends again, in the last month or so I’ve been working less on Art-Rated, the online magazine I run with my best friend (and awesome painter) Lily Koto- Olive.
In the few quiet moments I have in the morning or night I’ve been trying to keep up with the art scene and think about my own ideas. Some days it feels futile, since our studios probably wont be ready for two months, but its also really nice to slowly have these thoughts rejoin my day-to-day thoughts. I’ve even began to see some shapes from the house that I’d like to incorporate into paintings. This morning I stumbled across Adrain Cheser’s work. He is a Seattle-based photographer who in his series ‘The Return,’ followed a group (or tribe) of people living a nomadic existence between Idaho and California.
I read about him in Allison Meier’s Hyperallergic article ‘Portraits of America’s New Nomads,’ which features some images of his work and the catalog accompanying the series.
Even as a little kid I was obsessed with that way of life, always reading stories about people surviving in nature and devouring survival skill manuals. Lots of camping and being in the Boy Scouts definitely fueled the fire too.
In some ways, I get a lot of the same fulfillment from being self-reliant in nature to working on this old house. Even if I spend a day finding and trying to fix some earlier mistakes, at the end of the day this house only gets better. And even though some days it feels like the clock is ticking, Nadene and I remind each other that this house has been here for almost 150 years; its going to last at least a little while longer.