Tuesday, March 23, 2010

On to greener pastures


Well that's it. We are moved out. Tomorrow morning the last of the art gets picked up and then the Verge at 19th and V is a wrap. Surprisingly, I'm not as sad about it as one would think in large part because our new building is fantastic. Not only does it have way more potential than our V Street space, it's located in Southside, one of my favorite neighborhoods in Midtown.

Greener pastures! That's how I'm viewing this little move....
That's not to say though that I didn't jump on the first opportunity to leave a sentimental message on our "we're moving" mural the night of our closing reception.
JP left his mark too.
As did his dogs, Blade and Dongly.
Ma and Pa Moe on one of their first nights on the town post surgery.
Seriouzly!
The ubiquitous "drowsy" woodpecker which seems to accompany a pot leaf in situations such as these.
Heart.
Musser doing his best to break my resolve and make me mist up. You almost had me Musser! Almost....
I can't completely disagree with this sentiment I suppose....
Beatlemania?
Forever.
I wish I had gotten to meet this guy. His work was in a show I juried with Lisa in Chico a couple of weeks back. I got to see his studio and his work looked great as is this doodle.
I don't know what this was about exactly but I thought it was pretty cool.
There's always gotta be one "poop" or "fart" guy in every crowd I suppose. It wouldn't really be a graffiti wall without him or her. God bless 'em.
Monday morning bright and early post closing party we mobilized to get shit out! Packing, packing, packing.
Biggert came by wearing this awesome shirt with gifts and well wishes because Biggert rulz.
Dulling the pain and quieting the uncertainties is this awesome new location we've moved to.
The possibilities are endless.
We finished the artist migration this past weekend. Here's a pic of our fearless leader helping us move. Super champ!
Check out this chic look Karen and I were sporting. The dust that was getting kicked up during the move was epic.
The excitement to move was palpable. Just look at this enthusiasm!
Seeing the Verge empty of artist's effects was pretty sad.
I've spent considerable time since Sunday just wandering around the empty spaces. Really weird.

This little tableau cheered me up though. How long that wine's been open is anybody's guess.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Between a Rock and a Hard Place


The activity on this blog has been poor as of late and with good reason. Over the past few months there have been two things ruling my mind, equally vying for my mental energy, both exceedingly draining topics.

After many long and trying attempts to solidify something in our current space Verge is being forced to relocate at the end of this month. That said this Saturday is our last 2nd Saturday in our current location so if you've long been planning on getting over to check us out step lively. The clock is ticking. In the mean time we have relocation plans but with most projects of this scope there is a lot up in the air currently. I'll keep you posted on the particulars as news comes. In the short term, we are finding a new home for our studio project which has been consuming body and mind for well over a month now. As addressed in my post from last week, establishing and more importantly funding vital art resources in this town is no small feat.

Concurrent to all this madness my pop met his second battle with throat cancer this past month and faced it with a tremendous amount of courage and strength. I really can't begin to express how proud of him I am. As this second go round transpired I reflected on what a struggle with cancer looks like. When you hear this cliche referenced in an article or on the news it sounds like this complete diversion as though nothing else happens once the "struggle" or "battle" comes knocking and you just fight, fight, fight till something gets resolved. Truth be told the struggle is long with stretches of "no news to report" in between bombshells about "metabolic upticks" and growths the oncologist wants to "keep his eye on." Over time the highs and lows leave you wondering what parts exactly to get really worked up about versus what is seemingly no big deal. In reality as opposed to some self-contained duke out session cancer is actually more of a long draining hurry up and wait sort of deal. As the whole thing progresses the afflicted and their loved ones try to maintain some normalcy which in itself can be a tiring process. It's not like everything stops which is both good and bad in some ways.

In that regard having this project in the Verge has been a saving grace. Not since the early days of Midmo have I been involved in something so all encompassing, however, in terms of a rollercoaster ride these past months at Verge have had their own extreme highs and lows. Both of these experiences together have about exceeded what I'm mentally capable of. As an aside my hats goes off to OMF for his support and patience.

With all that said I'm not sure how posting will go in the next little while. I'll do my best but I wouldn't expect much....

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Pluggin' the brain drain


Brain drain has been a major subject on my mind lately as I continue developing the project I am currently working on. Local resources available to artists are spotty to nil, especially those working in the visual arts. This lack of resources causes most artists with a modicum of ambition and talent to hop the minute their wings are fully formed and honestly there are days that I don't blame them. That said it's rather fitting that I came upon Nelson Curator, Renny Pritikin's recent post on SFMOMA's new blog Open Space, which I gotta say is fantastic. Blogs maintained by institutions can often be pretty dry and stodgy, lacking the seat-of-the-pants, repartee which defines blogs as a medium. By contrast, Open Space, is smart, and a good read. Since, reviewing Renny's post on artist's who have left the bay area for greener pastures (usually New York) I have forwarded it on to several friends and colleagues. Additionally, Pritikin's "Prescription for a Healthy Art Scene," has become a rosetta stone of sorts in communicating to others what the Sacto scene is lacking.

Those who know me know that I am typically a tireless Sacto cheerleader but there are times when our deficiencies cannot be denied. By reflecting on what works in other cities, perhaps we can collectively work toward plugging the leaks.... In the meantime, I'm adding Open Space to my favorite links!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Catch up

I'm playing catch up today after being away most of last week. In an effort to keep this blog "fresh" here are a few of Paddy Johnson's pics from one of the greatest nights of all time!!!
Bill Hughes is California's Gold!
Mamas and the Papas... also California's Gold.

In this pic, Paddy managed to catch one of the only moments in the entire evening where I wasn't dancing, clapping, or singing.

Sadly, I had to drive her to the airport prior to Journey's mind blowing performance hence no pics.... here's a little Huell instead.