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If you're around Bows and Arrows in the next few weeks stop by and check out my little painting of Richard St. Ofle. I made it as part of the If You Do Me I'll Do You show. This was a great project to work on because it forced me to paint faster than I normally do and in the end it worked out fine. Normally when left to my own devices it can take me a month or more to make a little painting like this. I'm one to over think things I guess...

St. Richard of the Ofle, Gouache on vellum, 2009

* thanks to Richard for the pic... I rushed this to Bows so fast I haven't taken my own picture of it yet:)

In the name of brew

Jesus christ! I feel like I've been gone forever... no recent blog posts, house is filthy(actually kitchen and bathroom are filthy OMF's been cleaning the rest of the house), dog has forgotten who I am, haven't worked out in two weeks, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Seriously, this past week has been like a deprogramming of sorts. I've had so much so get done in such a short time frame that I've been planning my days down to the minute. Pretty much since Reno I've done nothing but take down and put up work non-stop.

Fortunately, though tiring, it was all really fun.

Installing the sandal shop led to Anna and I drinking beer almost daily. First, at Biggert's instigation and then all on our own. It was like magic, everyday at around 5:30 the craving for beer was more than we could resist. I don't know if the brew made us more productive or less but it certainly made it more enjoyable.

The opening night reception which we looked forward to throughout was totally worth the hard work! Hotdogs, free beer, sweet tunes, and port wine spreadable cheese... what more could you ask for?

Doug, with X, and his Sis.

JF and EC.

GF and Peter Stegall!

Me and L and D.

DAVE!

And more DAVE!

fin

All for Biggert!

Or most for Biggert.

Now that the Cindy Sherman screening is over my life is gonna be the all Biggert all the time channel until Thursday July 9th at 6pm. This morning my Biggert related tasks included ordering 124' lineal feet of 1' wide plexi and continuing the search for 400 sq ft of used or highly dated carpet. Anyone out there who can help on that last one? huh? anyone?

Untitled; Hitchhiker, Doug Biggert
Biggert's show is gonna be rad and getting the chance to work with Doug these past weeks has been highly enjoyable. In addition to showing 356 of Biggert's hitchhikers, The Verge will also be exhibiting A Sandalshop Wall in all of its 1972 glory, and a selection of Biggert's life size portraits including a few local favorites. This show is gonna be so much fun! As if this isn't enough I'm sure there will be some tasty brew on the night of the opening. After all this is Biggert we're talking about.

To be perfectly honest it isn't quite the all Biggert all the time channel. In addition to getting that show up I'm finishing a painting of Richard St. Ofle for the next installment of If You Do Me, I'll Do You. I was a little worried about getting Richard because he was one of the organizers of the event so I wanted to be sure that his portrait is good, and I've had like a million irons in the fire since receiving my assignment. Fortunately, I had a great chat with Richard and Corinne at the closing reception for Daniel Johnston which gave me the inspiration for what to do. Well that conversation mixed with the above photo to work from.

Okay, yak, yak, yak, back to work!

nadadada in the times

sweet

Guest of Cindy Sherman at the Verge this Saturday!

I'm at work today and busy as shit. Suprise I know. While I have a spare moment I wanted to make sure eveyone knows about the film screening this Saturday at the Verge. We're teaming up again with Movies on a Big Screen to bring you Guest of Cindy Sherman(!) the film I've been mentioning on this here blog for like a year now. Very exciting!

More exact particulars:

Guest of Cindy Sherman
This Saturday, June 27 at 7pm
5 smackers gets you in
Refreshments on the house ;)

Synapsis:
In the early 1990s, Paul H-O became a fixture of the New York art scene with his public access show GalleryBeat. Armed with a video camera, he made his way around art openings and exhibitions, alienating some with his candid, witty assessments of their work but winning many fans in the process. Among the latter was Cindy Sherman, the press-shy art superstar, who later, to Paul's surprise, invited him to her downtown studio for a series of exclusive interviews, which form the basis of "Guest of Cindy Sherman." During the course of these sessions, he not only gains unprecedented insight into her artistic process, but also develops a deep-seated romantic attachment to her. Cindy returns the sentiment, and a relationship blossoms between the two. Their bliss is somewhat short-lived, however, as Paul finds himself wracked with anxiety about his own personality becoming subsumed by his role as Cindy's "plus one" at the celebrity-studded art openings and dinners she regularly attends.

Filmed over the course of 15 years and including interviews with a veritable who's who of the art and entertainment world (including Roberta Smith, Ingrid Sischy, John Waters, Robert Longo, Carol Kane, David Furnish, Danny DeVito, Molly Ringwald, and Eric Fischl), "Guest of Cindy Sherman" paints a vivid picture of a New York art scene increasingly driven by money and fame. H-O also tackles-with more than a bit of humor-the role his own fragile ego plays in his relationship with Sherman. The end result is a witty, illuminating look at celebrity, male anxiety, and art.

Tonight they burned the man

Rather make that this afternoon at 4pm they burned the man.

Apparently, last night shit got crazy at the El Cortez, the fuzz were called and the art party got busted. Those of us over at the Townhouse were unaware of these doings, and didn't hear anything of it 'til the next morning. In fact I think I had actually thrown in the towel by about 11pm last night and headed to the Circus, Circus shuttle with DB and Skipper long before the shit hit the fan at the Cortez.

I was pretty surprised by the anti-climatic end the whole affair came to considering the heady events we experienced these past few days. Either way my plan was to hit it first thing this morning so I could be back for father's day. On the drive back I ruminated on my feelings in regard to the whole shebang, something I'll have to chew on further at a later date after at least one full night's sleep has been had. I will say though that the heavy burning man vibe wore me out after awhile - even though I was expecting it - as did the overall lack of organization. I know this is supposed to be a free form deal but the public still needs to know when to show up. Also, it seemed that the event tended toward the evening which, had I known that I would have spent more time out and about during the day. That's all neither here nor there though anymore.

On a positive note I did meet some really great folks some of which I hope to stay in contact with post NDM and gained more install experience which is always a good thing not to mention just getting my work shown out of Sac. The rooms were great for installing work in too and provided me with the perfect backdrop. I took a load of pictures of my install throughout the weekend. As Mike Farrell would say "I'm doing things yo, doing things!"

In closing I give you the disembodied neon fetus that I closed each night and opened each morning with.

Good night.

Dildo rides $5

It rained last night. An interesting development considering Skipper and I sat around in the sun for a good part of the afternoon.

In all I think I probably had somewhere between 40 and 60 visitors. Maybe more. It was really hard to tell.

The trickle started after we got up and hit the Java Jungle for some mediocre coffee and wifi and made yet another quick trip to Home Depot off the 395 for lights to doll up the room. After much sweat and toil the room was open for business by 11:30 to low to no demand.

The room came together pretty well. I'm really happy with the way my work looks in the old Town House.

We made a trip across the way to the Cortez to check things out and got some delicious sandwiches from Reno Marketplace for lunch and then had more sitting. In hindsight I kind of wish I we had ventured to the Sands’ pool instead. Candy and nuts I suppose.

More time was wasted before we went in search of the Pneumatic Diner…. Delicious!!!!!! And perfect.

Post dinner things picked up. I had a steady stream of visitors, potentially scored another show and had an encounter with a total weirdo. All isolated incidences.

This young effeminate kid came into the room looked around, laid some compliments on me and then said I should come check out his room later. I said okay which encouraged him to give me his card. He identified himself as Mike Brisbin in room 119 and gave me a card advertising the “Room of a 1,000 Dildos.” When I didn’t bat an eye over his “business card” he made eye contact with me in a way that said “huh? Ya like that?” I thought interesting this kid seems kinda young to possess the ambition to fill a low rent motel room with 1,000 dildos….

He went on to do some other strange things including donning a pair of CHP style shades, slicking his mock hawk, and attempting what I’m pretty sure may have been flirting in hindsight. Oh yeah, he preened in my mirror for a long time too.

After he left Skipper immediately said that he wanted to check out the Room of a 1,000 Dildos first. When he got back he was referencing the guy who’s installation it was and I thought this sounds like a guy who’s a bit older than the youngster who was in my room a minute ago.

Later I too went down to check out dildo city and realized that the kid was totally impersonating the dildo man and actually had nothing to with the whole thing. WTF?


Dildo city was crazy. There were a lot of dildos.

And dildo rides for all.

Later in the night the fuzz showed up and busted up the dildo party or at least the part taking place in the parking lot. I call him the cop that took the dildos away. Or at least the 10 or so displayed outside in the parking lot.

This has indeed been an experience.