Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Trust me on this one

I think this is starting to go somewhere. Where I don't know, but I do know that the blanket is essential. I have a couple of ideas that I'm working out for the resolution... If they don't work then I still have enough work for the show but it would be really sweet if it worked. Ug! I f&*%ing HATE coming up on a big show with an unfinished piece. It's something I try to avoid at all costs. This is actually the second time in my whole life that I've found myself in this situation. The first was when a curator selected an unfinished work with the confidence that I would figure it out, which I fortunately did, and now this time. I guess I just though it would be an easier fix. I think I underestimated how discombobulating the past few months have been.

Part of my predicament as well could be the fact that I've been spending my days around contractors, the general public, and other folks who walk by me while I'm making work and just scratch their heads and nod. Normally I have a tremendous amount of conviction in my work and am usually focused enough that this doesn't hang me up although usually my studio is a pretty private affair. Mind you I'm not complaining. Seriously! I think it's just a new thing to adapt to and possibly not entirely bad although it does lead me again and again to a conversation where I just say, "and why is this 'interesting' and not just a pile of garbage?"

Then there are shots of the piece like this one that just make my day.


Fingers crossed....

Episode III, A somber affair

Some of you may remember my recent fascination with opossums. Well it hasn't subsided, I still think they're rad, which was why OMF and I were bummed to find one dead in our alley about a month ago. It was really pretty strange. From the outside there didn't appear to be anything wrong with him as you can plainly see in this photo here taken where we found him:

And again here on the little bed of leaves we constructed as his eternal resting place:

Scooping him up with a shovel and tossing him in the dumpster felt wrong so instead we collected the little bugger and planted him under a couple of Japanese boxwoods in the boulevard. It was a very somber affair.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Keep it simple stupid

Of the many pieces from my recent bodies of work that I chose not to put on my website Spring Air was definitely one. They were things about that work that I felt good about and many others that I didn't so much.In short the work wasn't resolved... at all. Even though it didn't feel that way at the time. Sometimes when there's too much going on, 2nd guessing becomes easy and you forget to trust your instincts.

In recent weeks I've been working on Spring Air trying to whip it into submission for my upcoming solo show at the Brickhouse. I'm relearning something that I've known all along even though I tend to forget it at every possible occasion. Keeping it simple is always best. With my work pairing down is the direction I need to follow.



Here are some details of what I've been working on. Though I'm not %100 certain of where I'm headed with this - a position I actually like to be in most of the time - I feel good about where I'm headed.

To check out more of my work and get a glimpse into the inner workings of the Verge Gallery and Studio Project check out the Capital Area Studio Tour this weekend. It's free, goes on both Sat and Sun, and should prove to be wildly interesting. Seriously... go!

Monday, September 22, 2008

CAUTION!!!!!!


Can you guess where this is?

Memorieeeeeeeees


My computer is threatening to take a dump on me and so in the meantime the Ol' Man and I are sharing his meaning I'm getting up eaaaaaaaarly so I can work before he rises. While I was browsing through my external hard drive I came across this photo I took during Beers Books last week of operation at their L Street locale.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Episode II, Tasty snacks

This summer was the summer of grub.

So many tasty lunches.... I learned how to braise potatoes this summer and have not eaten them any other way for a little over a month. So easy! Skipp-o re-introduced me to thuringer too. I forgot how tasty that stuff is.

I finally got down with that Cooks Illustrated pie dough recipe. It really is fool proof. What you're looking at is a peach pluot pie that was soooooooo good. The Wustoff pie knife Skip bought me for my birthday like two years ago made it's maiden voyage on this pie. It seemed fitting. As we head into fall I've been thinking of all the tasty things I could wrap in pie crust. I'm thinking about revisiting the hand pie with mushrooms and maybe a winter squash...

Lastly, this summer I was introduced to North Valley goat cheese and Dakota Prairie wine in the same evening. The cheese is fantastic! The wine on the other hand.... huh. When I learned that Fargo had decided to toss it's hat into the ring as one of our nation's latest wine producers I was a bit skeptical. The literature that accompanied the wine came with a few images of Fargo's red hat society, which I still haven't made the connection on. Perhaps they're just big fans. Either way the Cab/Merlot blend was not unlike the wine equivalent of cough syrup. I supposed I could have pretended it was port as the alcohol content was quite high and the shit was sweet(!). I wonder... is there such a thing as ironic wine drinking?

Monday, September 15, 2008

The Magic of Wine


Yesterday was my birthday.

The day begin pretty sweet with the Ol' Man traveling all the way home from Buellton Saturday night so as to arrive at about 3am Sunday morning. A few short hours later we woke up and headed to my folks' house for a delicious birthday brunch to which I have three words... bacon wrapped prawns. Yum!

Post breakfast the ball was in my court. What did I want to do? It was a tough call. The two of us have been so overwhelmed with the "joys" of running a magazine that a whole day off to do whatever we please was just to much to even consider. The first thing that came to mind was driving aimlessly around the foothills which is what we settled on.

It all started out fairly pleasant. Beautiful fall leaves were changing color all around us, and with each passing mile taking me out of Sacramento I felt lighter and lighter. We made a short cruise through Auburn and then I though hey, let's head south on hwy 49. I pretty much never do that. Yes.

So I'd say about 20 or so minutes down that windy highway we stopped in Coloma with the intention of taking the dog for a stroll and sight seeing. We parked and I turned to collect said dog and was confronted by a heap of nacho cheese colored puke right square in the center of the back seat, with the arm of my coat resting in it - which I fortunately never came to need. To further enhance the experience the Bud walked in it and left precious little orange footprints here and there around the back seat and on my jeans:)

After taking the pup to the women's room and cleaning him and wiping out the back seat we decided to motor on as the Bud was looking a might peekid and not really up for a hot stroll through a gold rush discovery zone.

We continued to meander down 49 for a piece and decided "F"-it lets just finish off our day in Placerville. Mind you I'm abridging this version to leave out my long wait in the car with said sick and overheating dog while the Ol' Man geeked out in the Indian Trading Post looking through 1950s paperbacks for an extended amount of time. You know, because we're short on paper goods in our house. In fairness, however, I did score a gift for muggs in there and a new skirt.

By the time we arrived in Placerville I must admit I was a little grumpy. That was until we stopped in the Auriga tasting room across the street from the hanging tree in historic old town. I went in with low hopes because the free tasting rooms in foothill towns can be hit or miss, but this was wonderful. We were the only ones in there and it was relaxing and lovely and the wine was great! After a few pours we decided on taking home a bottle of their Red Giant table wine and then headed next door to one of my new favorite places in the world... The Wine Smith.

The Wine Smith feels like the perfect combination of European Cafe meets Gold Country institution. Of the narrow little shop's two long walls one is covered in a delightful selection of local wines and the other offers the usual Foothill tchotchkes and trinkets you would find throughout region i.e. novelty swizzel sticks, decorative plates, wine stoppers with grapes and golfer figurines on top or say a painting of a mermaid drinking a glass of vino. Nestle amongst the gifts on offer, however, was a cooler with a surprising selection of regional and international brews which we passed on this time in favor of more wine.

I got a glass of the Uvaggio, Vermentino in honor of our Sardinian friends the Rippers and it was lovely. Smelling like fresh cut apples with a slightly briney finish the wine reminded me of an Orvieto Mr. Mulvaney offered at the B&L a couple of years back. Accompanying the wine the shop's proprietor gave us a complimentary cheese plate featuring a Roccheta that sent me over the top. The combo of Vermentino and Roccheta was unholy delicious. I'd take that cheese over most any dessert any day of the week. Yum!

Did I mention that this adorable dog hangs out in the Wine Smith too? I'm telling ya, the Gold Country's answer to a European cafe.

On the way back to the car we bid adieu to the Hangman's Tree. Yesterday was their last day at the original location. Structural problems are forcing them to relocate while they renovate the original spot which boasts the stump of the actual hanging tree in the foundation. As you can see shit was getting crazy. I heard mumblings that they were going to ride the horse into the bar but that may have just been sweet, sweet drunk talk.

Finally, my loving and thoughtful Ol' Man contacted Ms. Hebert last week about a good wine to take to Masullo's for dinner. While, I'm anxious to crack into her suggestion neither of us had eaten at Masullo's before and didn't realize that they're closed on Sundays:( We're gonna go next week instead.

As a second choice we went to Hana Tsubaki and my perfect day of food and alcohol pairings ended with a Kiku Masa Mune and sushi. Perfect. On it's own the sake is lovely but once you pair it with the fish and pickled ginger the cedar notes in it go crazy.

Overall it was a lovely day and a testament to the magic of wine...

dear john

Dear John McCain:

We're not that stupid. Sure it would be nice if the women of America believed that everyone with breasts and a vagina believed in equality. But it ain't so. Women have differing views -- just like men.

Some like beer; some like chardonnay. And some prefer AA. Some like automatic weapons; some don't. Some think every pregnancy is sanctified; some don't. Some think presidents should be qualified for office; some don't care.

But to take the struggle for equal rights that has gone on for two centuries and embody it in the person of Sarah Palin is not just misleading but abusive. Charging rape victims for rape kits is a travesty of equal rights. Insisting that government impose your own views of abortion on others is anti-equality. Cutting funding for black teenage mothers is anti-feminist and racist. Lying to the electorate about your record is insolent. Do you think we're too stupid or indolent to check?

We have checked. You are lying and so is she. But you must think that a big lie repeated over and over becomes the truth. And it seems that many Americans are with you on that.

You are so good at the bold-faced lie that you even seem to believe it yourself. When Barbara Walters and Joy Behar accused you of lying on "The View," you claimed you weren't.

I guess your handlers have decided that after eight years of Cheney-Bush saying one thing and doing another, truth no longer has any meaning. Say it often enough and we'll believe anything -- like the good commercial-watchers we are. So, prep Sarah to sound like Hillary -- and we'll be fooled.

It remains to be seen how many will.

But one thing is clear. You have reached a new low in your regard for the public. You have blown your credibility. Usually politicians wait to be elected to do that.

It's fascinating to watch you and your party try to co-opt the idea of change, the idea of equal rights after eight years of being in total control and trashing the country for women, for workers, for taxpayers and for anyone who earns dollars.

Do you really think we're that stupid? Apparently you do.

Tax cuts for the rich have produced trickle-down unemployment. You want to try that again? We don't. The private sector has not policed itself. Failing banks and mortgage companies prove that. The deficit has swelled. Insurance rates for health care have swelled. Women are joining the ranks of the poor faster than ever.

Play it again, John?

As Sarah Palin said, lying about her lust for earmarks, "Thanks but no thanks."

Sincerely,
Erica Jong

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Go out! Go out!

Hey all!

The Verge makes its debut at 19th and V this evening with the Circus Show. Go! Go! The CAST show opens tonight at 1818 L too. So much to do....


Crying
Digital print
2008

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Episode I, The Midnight Mass

Well that's it I suppose. Labor day has passed. Today was the last day I am going to make it to the Southside Pool for the season before they close Friday and my October show is fast approaching. Summer is over!

During the past few months I've taken scads of pics and been way to busy to post 'em so I figure I'll start shooting some of my favorites up as I get time in the next couple weeks. For batch one I'm throwing up the Midnight Mass, an event I swore I would never attend again after my first go round but then I was faced with the rare opportunity at down time with the old man and like a sucker I took it. In fairness this year's event didn't seem like the knuckle-dragger convention that it was the previous year although I did sample more than a few Budweisers so who am I to say? Anyhoo, without further ado...








She's a brick.... yaaaaard!

I stumbled upon this while looking through the Bee's recent art coverage. My mention is a little odd especially considering the fact that they referred to the Brickhouse at the Brickyard.

"From "Giggles," a show of new work by up-and-comer artist Liv Moe at the Brickyard, to B Street Theatre's harrowing and funny drama "The Seafarer," the fall season promises to be provocative, unconventional and – most of all – entertaining." - Rita Blomster, entertainment editor

Curious

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

This here love, hey...

Oh my god!!! The two shows up right now at CSUS are amazing. Really, and truly wonderful. The shows of which I speak are Traces: Contemporary Romanian Art and This Here Love Hey, It's a Gonna Last, The Backs of Photographs. Both shows are well installed, and wickedly smart. For info pick up the latest issue of Midmo, as both are in the art picks. Unfortunately, This Here Love will only be up through Friday, a measly week, from noon to 4pm each day. Silly. I'm hoping we can get Crowther a venue in Sac for the work because I really think everyone needs to see it. Beautiful.

Picks from Crowther's show...



The photos were so sweet and incredibly moving.

Images from Traces...



I apologize for my photos from these two shows, when I got up this morning I realized they're some of the worst I've taken in awhile. What can I say? I was excited!

Afterwards I went and checked in on my friend So who is now working in my spot at Hornet Tech. It's amazing how much she's transformed the space.


Such an inspiring evening!!!!

Friday, September 5, 2008

"As a lifetime member of the National Rifle Assn., she doesn't just support killing animals from helicopters, she does it herself."

Sorry to keep things all political. I've actually been working in my new studio with fun news to report amongst other things but truth be told Sarah Palin scares the living shit out of me. Before I skidaddle back to my studio this afternoon I though I'd post this great article my sister-in-law forwarded to me by Gloria Steinem. **If you click on it, it actually gets big enough to read** Now to wrench myself away from election coverage and get back to that big dusty warehouse...

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

"go forth in love and peace — be kind to dogs — and vote Democratic."

My husband is a smart man. Although, such is the blessing and the curse of nerds.

Last night I spent a good amount of time checking out the hilarity that is Sarah Palin.

First there was this gem on Levi Johnston, Bristol's baby daddy...

which I stumbled on while looking at Huff Po and various other sites in search of RNC news. Ah, Levi such a Rhodes scholar. From the New York Post:
On his MySpace page, Johnston boasts, "I'm a f - - -in' redneck" who likes to snowboard and ride dirt bikes.

"But I live to play hockey. I like to go camping and hang out with the boys, do some fishing, shoot some s- - - and just f - - -in' chillin' I guess."

"Ya f - - - with me I'll kick [your] ass," he added.

He also claims to be "in a relationship," but states, "I don't want kids."

Johnston's not the only one who self identifies as a redneck:

"Palin Obtained a Business License for Marketing and Consulting, Saying that She Wanted To Line Up Her Ducks if She Chose to Pursue It. “Asked about the business registered under her name, Palin said, ‘Rouge Cou, it’s a classy way of saying redneck. It’s a French word, rouge is red, cou is neck. It’s for marketing and consulting, in case I wanted to go that route, I’d have my ducks all lined up and have a business license. I just was granted that business license. … I would like to, with some of the endeavors that I have going on right now, there comes a time when one desires to be paid for them!’” [Anchorage Daily News, 6/8/05]

I thoroughly enjoyed these pics of Johnston's sister(?) identified as Bristol getting her drink on via the FOX News site:

I bet the Sarah's stoked! This image is one of about 10 by the way most from different locations. PARTY!!!!!

Finally, there's Palin's affiliation with the Alaskan Independence Party which though she claims to not have had any direct connection to her husband was a member for 7 years. Wing nut fringe! Wing nut fringe! Wing nut fringe!

Now in reference to the quote which titles this post... after reviewing all this fun stuff OMF looked at me and said, "two words, Thomas Eagleton." Huh?

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

oof

chalk it up sucked my little soul out this weekend. it was super fun but now i'm super tired.

before i catch up on some zzzz's, errands, etc. today i wanted to give a shout out to taqueria and pupuseria isabel. if you haven't already gotten over there and tried it hustle, hustle!!!!

i went for lunch today while i was out and about and was reminded how great it is and how much they need the business. as usual i was one of 4 or so customers in the joint.

isabel's is located directly across the street from McClatchy and serves Mexican and Salvadorean food. today i snacked on some pupusas, an el pastor taco, and a pastelle. everything was made fresh to order, came with some bomb ass homemade chips and salsa and cost less than $6. they offer combo plates with rice and beans for around $5 and they're open till 9pm for dinner. go! go! go!

okay, i'm gonna get back to work. a real blog post is soon to come!