Lots of cool stuff happening this weekend and I’ll miss all of it; so enjoy it twice over, I’ll be somewhere else.
Chris Silva & Lauren Feece @ Believe Inn
Believe Inn opens a new show this weekend titled Mating Call and featuring the kinda adorable collaborative work of husband and wife team Chris Silva (dope tunes) & Lauren Feece (dopest strokes). I had such a good time with Believe Inn’s last show, I’ll recommend this one sight unseen. Show opens Friday July 31st (with reception 6-10 PM) and will run through August 23rd @ Believe Inn, 2043 N Winchester.
Joanna Goss @ Dovetail
Speaking of adorable, Noble Square’s plushest vintage shop is showing brand new work by Joanna Goss. Probably the best match of art and calender ever, with summer camp summer tans summer vans cookout sleepover craft craft. Show opens Friday, July 31st with reception from 8-11 PM @Dovetail, 1452 W Chicago Ave.
Megan Plunkett @ Golden Age
Like Kingsboro Press? Then you already like Megan Plunkett! Her installation’s been up all month, but I’ll plug now because it closes Saturday. Catch Megan Plunkett’s I don’t care about the rest of the year @ Golden Age, 1744 W. 18th Street.
Justin Cooper @ The Museum of Contemporary Art
Local SAIC professor and all around good guy Justin Cooper will be performing Vay Kay, another clutch of very wacked summer-centric vacation art, all weekend at the MCA. His first performance, Crater, actually started this last Tuesday, but you can catch some kind of video of it here and see the other three today (Noon – 5 PM), tomorrow (all day), and saturday (Noon – 5 PM) @ The Museum of Contemporary Art, 220 East Chicago Avenue.
Happy summer.
Two little shows opened this Sunday at The Suburban, the backyard super-space of Michelle Grabner and Brad Killam. The first, Keil Borrman: I have not painted in a year. I have been listening to my stereo, is a small collection of works by Borrman and six others. The second, located in the original ten by ten space, is a multimedia installation by David G.A. Stephenson entitled Songs for Suburbanites, an art rock display shipped in from the United Kingdom along with the charming artist himself.
I thought Keil Borrman: I have not painted in a year. I have been listening to my stereo represented interesting work from interesting artists, but casually presented. Borrman‘s four paintings were good but scrappy (all were suggestively entitled November 3rd, 2008), Divya Mehra‘s photograph was also enjoyable but was only a selection of a series, and Malika Green & Alex Jovanovitch‘s piece was a funny one-off exquisite corpse. The Virginia Poundstone/Bel Canto design pairing was smart, and the Amelia Saddington was beautiful.
What I mean is that it’d be impossible to complain about the work or the quality of the work, but the whole show together felt like it was curated by way of “So, what have you been up to?”. I’m okay with that. These shows are one of the benefits of having alternative spaces. And it led me to watch Divya Mehra‘s holy shit, insane videos like this one.
While the outbuilding was still done up as it was when Konsortium installed their “Eurostyle” show last month, Sebastian Freytrag‘s wallpaper fit perfectly (and ironically) with David G.A. Stephenson’s installation. I really enjoyed the three pronged iconoclastic combination of Americana (though limited specifically to the overlap between artists and musicians) by way of English fascination laid on a background of German design.
The show featured clips and collages of music and art history from art reviews to raisin boxes to magazine spreads pinned to the walls or spread on the ground before a television which played videos accompanying musical pieces by Stephenson and about, well, art.
Stephenson’s tunes were great, both poetic and funny in an appropriately Lou Reed-y way, and I liked being reminded of the history of (and crossover between) art and music and appreciated Stephenson’s enthusiasm in pointing out all the polymathic artists who made it happen.
Here’s his song, I Want Paint a Joke Like Richard Prince:
And another, I Want To Hang Out With Ed Ruscha:
The Suburban has an extensive description of his life and work here. For now, at least.
Not a new show, but one that I saw for the first time and thoroughly enjoyed, was a show of xerox prints put together by (and with the proceeds benefiting) the long-time, longest-time running New York alt space White Columns. With each piece in editions of 50 and priced at or around $150, it makes for a really smart, affordable show, and a great way of fund-raising with excellent art on a relative dime.
Pretty cool stuff all around. I’ll mash both shows together and give the whole experience a:
7.6
Keil Borrman: I have not painted in a year. I have been listening to my stereo & David G.A. Stephenson’s Songs for Suburbanites both run July 26th to September 5th @ The Suburban, 125 N. Harvey, Oak Park. Hours by appointment.
Mystery replaces history this month at the Hyde Park Art Center, where the heavy and the high of contemporary art have been shaken south for one of the hottest shows of the summer. Following the curatorial undertaking that was Artists Run Chicago, the Hyde Park Art Center’s Signs of the Apocalypse/Rapture is a doomsday blend of local and international artists curated by Front 40 Press, who publish the critical survey book of the same name and from which is born this exhibition.
Signs of the Apocalypse / Rapture immediately brought up place and time as contributory issues. However foreboding the subject matter of this show, the HPAC’s main gallery space is so beautiful that the imagery of ruin and whirlwind destruction echo like hellfire in a megachurch. Whats even stranger is that the content of the show seemed five years old and politically unsynced, as if some time around the re-election of George W. Bush would have been the more appropriate moment for this show, the peak of doom, back when we were fucked for sure whether it was the terrorists or the neocons or the fags or the devil who would push the button.
Back then I could stare at a Julie Mehretu and imagine myself exploding.
Back then if someone asked me how I expected to die, I would have said “violently.”
Today, I’d say “broke.” Its a different kind of horror.
But while the horrible specter of poverty might be overlooked in the content of the artwork shown in Signs of the Apocolypse/Rapture, the quality of artwork does invoke it. Putting an Emilio Perez next to a Julie Mehretu is enough to make any collector ache, and that pairing represents only two of the many top shelf artists who are represented. Though there are plenty of scenes of chaos and collapse, they’re matched with more somber images (David Opdyke‘s Undisclosed Location and Richard Misrach’s Swamp and Pipeline, Geismar, Louisiana) along with a few pictorial, appropriately scaled rapturous paintings (Nicola Verlato‘s Mothers 2, John Prianca‘s Autumn).
The only piece to actually disturb me was from Caleb Weintraub. I think. His painting is hung on the ominous black object in the middle of the gallery and, like the other pieces on that object, whether for misfortune or mystery or mistake, isn’t tagged so far as I could see. Hopefully they are by now.
In addition to the artwork in the main gallery, two wall pieces are included, both stellar and massive. The first is a boggling, visually ecstatic wall painting by Hisham Akira Bharoocha (who also has work in control c, control v), and directly across from it Andrew Schoultz‘ mural rampages down the hallway in a flaming ticker-tape parade. Both are excellent installations, and Schoultz’ piece is an especially appropriate up-sized companion to his painting in the main space.
I wish I had greater access to Front 40 Press’ Signs of the Apocalypse / Rapture book, whether at the show or online, as without the critical writing that informed the show I feel like I’m only getting one half the experience. I’m curious. However, when considering the quality and work on display, even my partial slice of the curatorial team’s complete vision may be enough. Signs of the Apocolypse / Rapture is simply an excellent show, a highly appreciated opportunity to see top flight work, and yet another excuse to get down to Hyde Park.
I give it a:
9.3
Signs of the Apocalypse / Rapture runs from July 19th to September 20th, 2009 @ the Hyde Park Art Center, 5020 S. Cornell Ave.
This weekend is pretty light for openings, but here’s what I’d see if I were you:
SAMAD @ Nightingale Theater
Shirin Mazaffari and Ehsan Ghoreishi have curated an exhibition of short underground Iranian videos which, due to political or otherwise controversial content, have never been screened publically in Iran. Very cool event that I will definitely miss, so here’s hoping it plays again somewhere. SAMAD will be shown @ the Nightingale Theater, 1084 N Milwaukee Ave tonight, Friday, July 24th at 7:00 PM. $5 at the door.
Meg Onli @ Twelve Galleries
More than just a travelogue, more than just an art show, Meg Onli‘s Underground Railway Project is a multimedia exhibit which traces her journey from Montgomery County, Maryland, to Dresden, Ontario, following the path of Josiah Henson, the man who inspired Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Identity pilgrimage, very highway cool of course. Check out this more in-depth article (from Bad at Sports) and check out the show itself @ Twelve Galleries, 2156 West 21st Place (2nd Floor apartment) this Saturday, July 25th, 7:00 – 10:00 PM.
Keil Borrman @ The Suburban
Our friendly Oak Park ultra-alternative art space will be hosting a multi-media group show entitled Keil Borrman: I have not painted in a year. I have been listening to my stereo, with a bonus six-song presentation/wall installation from americana altrocker David G. A. Stephenson, and a triple double bonus of having bar-b-que for the opening. Check it out @ The Suburban, 125 N. Harvey Ave, Oak Park this Sunday, July 26th, from 2:00-4:00 PM.
And if you haven’t seen it yet, get down to the Hyde Park Art Center for their on-going show, Signs of the Apocolypse/Rapture. Say Hi to the Emilio Perez for me, I miss it already.
Filed under: Chicago
One of the shows I enjoyed but never wrote about was Claire Rojas’ Believe Me @ Kavi Gupta. A folk fantasy on massive and micro scales, Believe Me is a blender trip through imagination and culture with narratives as endearing and bizzare as any real folk lore. As a kicker, their second space features the show Variations on a Theme, worth seeing for more than just the Angel Otero pieces.
If you haven’t made it up to Kavi Gupta yet, this weekend is your last chance for a bit – the shows go down on the 25th, and the next exhibition (Melanie Schiff) isn’t scheduled until September 11th. Some other shows to catch before they close: SAIC’s Making Modern closes this Saturday, Tony Wight will be taking down his two shows next Friday until the Robyn O’Neil show on 9/11, and Western Exhibitions will close out its two shows show next Saturday, with their 9/11 openening featuring Paul Nudd and Dan Attoe. Lots of stuff to see.
I first dropped by Roots and Culture’s latest show on opening night, squeezed past the crowd outside and poked my head over shoulders of an unusually tall crowd to see the art, decided the tide had turned to afterparty early, and ran out. While too much crowd to see art with both eyes, not bad for a space looking to engage the community.
Luckily what I did manage to see convinced me to make a return stop.
NAH POP NO STYLE features art – mostly paintings – from Providence and Baltimore. Despite the geographic differences, the work here tends to homogenize; there isn’t enough dramaticly different between the art out of Providence/RISD vs. Baltimore/MICA to see the work separate into camps. That doesn’t really matter, except to say that the show doesn’t have as much internal contrast as a two-city show might suggest.
Geography aside, the work in the gallery was some interesting stuff.
I’ll run through what I liked quickly: Annabeth Marks‘ paintings were grungy, clever abstractions that made pukey pallete-goo oil paint look less gross than, say, Kent Dorn‘s Figutives, but more fuck-around-ish too. Clay Schiff’s work was more reserved, but made up for straightforward material use with excellent composition and color choices. Blade Wynne not only has one of the most bad assed names in the world, but his gouache paintings were very skilled, advanced pieces too. Wynne was definitely a standout in this show and someone I’d keep an eye on in the future.
Lucy Campana’s work ended up using paint in a beautiful way, but for mediocre ends. I enjoyed her After Laughter Comes Tears up to the point where I recognized the profiles traced into the paint, at which time I tried hard to un-see them. The way she uses paint, I can imagine her work losing the pictorial or figurative elements and being better for it. Unfortunatey I have neither a photo or a link for Ms. Campana, so you’ll have to take my word on this.
(Update: You can see her work here.)
I liked Quinn Taylor’s two pieces both as works themselves and as foils to the work around them. The curatorial team (Michael Thibault and Hugh Zeigler) made good use of Taylor, and in turn Taylor’s pieces looked great in the show.
However much talent was on display at NAH POP NO STYLE, there was a new artist smell to some of the pieces, with work that seemed to spring from the art school structure rather than from a developed body of work. Chloe Wessner’s The Last Walk and Kandis Williams’ I Saw What You Did, Bitch (Cunty Whisper) both felt like one-off, pointed constructions. These may be other cases of wait and see.
While there were few pieces I swallow whole, and despite minor problems with some pieces, NAH POP NO STYLE is still one of the most interesting shows up in Chicago right now. Thibault and Zeigler have put together a very balanced show, rich in content and interplay, honestly beautiful in the space, and with pieces that generated more opinions and discussion than most shows I’ve attended and/or discussed. I may go a third time.
I give it a:
7.6
NAH POP NO STYLE runs July 11th through August 8th @ Roots and Culture, 1034 N. Milkwaukee.
P.S. This was one of the more difficult articles to write, only because of the very sparse online content. I nearly wore out my googler trying to track down information for some of the artists involved in this show. While I can (only reluctantly) handle the gallery not putting up a piece list/images for the show, the artists themselves should really have some online presence for interested parties. If you’re an artist without a website, please, for my sake as well as your own, go set up a blog and put your name and work on it. Put a tiny bio. Include the word artist. For me. Please.
If you’ve been following Fecal Face‘s features this year and panting at work coming out of California, you’ll be happy to know that Ebersb9‘s latest show control c, control v has brought lots of familiar Fecal Face featured (fecal?) faces to Chicago. This fecal feel probably has something to do with Ryan Travis Christian, sole contributor for Fecal Face’s Chicago bureau, local starlet, a person I once stole a killer painting from, and curator for control c, control v.
While a collage show, only half of the artists really take a direct and formal collage approach. Hilary Pecis‘ Untitled, Hisham Akira Bharoocha‘s All That Baggage, and Alexis Mackenzie‘s Youthless and Dust are all straighforward (at least in construction), whereas the other artists’ work feature a more collage of content rather than of form. In Eric Yahnker‘s Bearded Asterisk, the collage came before the drawing, chopped and composed digitally and reconstructed in graphite on the paper. Likewise, Bjorn Copeland‘s Kokomo and Tobacco/Beta Carnage’s Hawker Boat are both the kind of video collages you might wind up with whirling a razor in a local access hell-vault, composed of weird, surreal, and sort of familiar bits from just about everywhere.
That slant towards extra eclecticism infects much of the art in the show. There is that certain aesthetic flavor to much of the work that is hard to name but easy to recognize. I’d call it psychedelic, but its visual intensity and chaotic content would be a hard microdot to swallow; no, this is closer to digital psychosis, a glitchy tour of shit culture with saturation at max, an intense absurdism. Its the flavor of Dan Deacon, Tim and Eric, of a purely aesthetic reading of Ulysses with 3D glasses on, and perhaps most crystally of the split second random commercial drop spliced between breaks of a show you recorded years ago on VHS. It feels very west coast, though its not entirely separate from the visual intensity and weirdo content of Chris Millar or Patrick Lundeen.
Whatever you want to call it, its here to see, more (see Pecis, Yahnker, and both video artists) or less (see Matt Irie’s Loomy Tombs) in every piece. Even Mackensie’s subdued natural collages have a hint of strange collission.
By the way, I’m calling it drop culture.
Not only is this the strongest show yet at Ebersb9, control c, control v is really just way too good for being only the third opening at a brand new apartment gallery. Had Ryan and Sara and Dominic been given enough space to exhibit larger works from the same artists this show could easily compare to and compete with any exhibition currently in Chicago. As it is, control c, control v still packs in a solid group without overburdening the main space.
Though the backroom/bathroom is getting crowded.
I give it a:
8.53, give or take .01
control c, control v runs from July 17th to August 15th, 2009 @ Ebersb9, 1359 W. Chicago Ave.
Another week, another two audio previews! My internet phone won’t stop internet ringing!
Fittingly, Works on and of Paper @ 360 SEE
Jordan from 360 SEE called in to talk about their’s new show, Fittingly, Works on and of Paper, which will kick off this Friday, July 17th, 6 – 9 PM, and run through to August 28th, at 1924 North Damen Avenue.
Matthew Brown @ Carrie Secrist
And here’s a clip from the Carrie Secrist Gallery about their show Ark, which features paintings by Matthew Brown. Show opens Friday, July 17th, and runs through August 15th, 2009 at 835 W Washington.
Update, July 20th:
I just went to Carrie Secrist and I didn’t this show at all. Whats going on?
Filed under: Chicago
The full title of this latest show from Around the Coyote (2nd Annual Joseph Frasca Memorial Works on Paper Juried Exhibition) may be all the introduction you need. This is indeed a works on paper exhibition, the second in as many years, and it is in memory of Joseph Frasca. If you haven’t read the history of Around the Coyote, spend a hot minute reading it here. For more recent history, including the exodus from the Flatiron Building to the Splat Flats spaces, dig through this juicy Chicago Reader article too.
As interesting as the space’s story is, as with all things its what’s inside that counts. With so many artists represented, this exhibition brought pause and praise in the same breath – for a juried exhibition, there is a lot of work, but almost all of that work is well done or better, and reflected the polished, high aesthetic that has been sneaking into studios this year.
Its hard to complain, but I did feel the show as a whole would have breathed better had a few pieces been left out. If nothing else, the breadth of what Zg Gallery‘s Myra Casis and Meg Sheehy chose to juried in spoke to the amount of quality work that had been submitted, so ten points there to the artists.
Some highlights from the show include Stephen Mishol‘s painting TAMP (above), a baffling vinyl paint construction and one of the most eerily balanced compositions I’ve seen this summer, Kristin Reger‘s Moths, Hans Habeger‘s Composition with Orange Door, Susan Wolsborn‘s Housefire, and Josh Reame‘s Insatiable.
Those picks may seem slanted toward painting, but so was the show. And after all, what better surface for the young 21st century painter than paper, free from the presumptions of canvas and at a fraction of the cost? Crank out a hundred paintings, burn all but the ten best!
I liked this show and enjoyed almost all of the work included, though it could have been cut down a little. While satisfying on its own, it helps that two other galleries are having their own excellent summer shows just around the block, making Wicker Park / Noble Square a significant clutch of art this month.
I give it a:
8.2
The 2nd Annual Joseph Frasca Memorial Works on Paper Juried Exhibition runs July 11th, 2009 through August 15th, 2009 @ Around the Coyote, 1817 W. Division St.
Last Saturday saw the final show at Mini Dutch, Lucia Fabio‘s seasoned apartment gallery in Logan Square. Having ran the gallery for more than two years (a truly respectable amount of time for any alternative space), Lucia and her fiance Robert Mueller chose to close it out by exhibiting the art they’d personally collected along the way.
As sorry as it is to see a space like Mini Dutch go, all apartment gallery owners take note: if you’ve got to go out, this is the way to do it.
By some luck I arrived at the gallery early and despite my tics and ticks was graciously invited in to snap some pictures and chat and distract while the titular duo finished up the final points of the show. Though I missed the meat of the event – the memories and good-byes and champagne toasts – I was allowed a sunny private view of the work, which was a great thing indeed considering the art in the space.
I don’t think it would be entirely appropriate to critique a personal collection, so I’ll limit myself to congradulating Lucia on bringing the work out for us to see in a way that could have easily passed for a dream-team group show of Chicago artists. Many small and medium-sized works were presented here from artists like Chris Millar (who I’d call one of the the best artists living in the city at the moment), the soon-to-be-in-New-York Stacie Johnson (her new project named Wandering Caterpillar is well worth a look), E. C. Brown, Mark Porter, and many, many more.
Here are some pictures!
I wish Lucia the best in her new place on the left coast and hope that if or when she ends up starting a new alternative (or more standard) space, she would choose to open it with this exact same show. It would be as perfect a Hello show in California as it was a Good-Bye show in Chicago. Good luck!
I give it a:
Selections from the Fabio-Mueller Collection was held Saturday, July 11th at Mini Dutch, 3111 W. Diversy (1st floor apartment).