Top 5 Weekend Picks!

March 5, 2015 · Print This Article

1. Several Swallowing Egg Sounds at PEREGRINEPROGRAM

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Organized by Yuri Stone, with work by Anne Eastman, Rob Halverson, Lili Huston-Herterich, Heinz Peter Knes, Danh Vo, Amy Zion, and Becky Kolsrud.

PEREGRINEPROGRAM is located at 3311 W. Carroll Ave. Reception Sunday, 1-4pm.

2. Starkfield, Massachusetts at Roman Susan Annex

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Work by Joshua Kent.

Roman Susan Annex is located at W. Birchwood Ave. & N. Sheridan Rd. Reception Saturday, 6pm-12am.

3. Endless Rest at ACRE Projects

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Work by Blair Bogin and Jessica Harvey.

ACRE Projects is located at 1913 W. 17th St. Reception Sunday, 4-8pm.

4. Blacksun at Outhouse

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Work by Chris White.

Outhouse is located 212 N. Sangamon St. #3B. Reception Friday, 6-9pm.

5. common law at Kitchen Space

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Work by Traci Fowler and Trevor Schmutz.

Kitchen Space is located bad2716 N. Monticello Ave. #1F.

Top 5 Weekend Pics! (2/27-3/1)

February 26, 2015 · Print This Article

1. Future Proof at LODGE

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Curated by Phil Peters, with work by Sarah and Joseph Belknap, Marissa Lee Benedict, Liz Ensz, Parsons & Charlesworth, David Reuter, Manuel Rodriguez, Jiyoung Yoon.

LODGE is located at 1850 S. Blue Island Ave. Reception Saturday, 6-9pm.

2. Nacelle at Blanc Gallery

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Work by Margo G. Ferrari.

Blanc Gallery is located at 4445 S. Martin Luther King Dr. Reception Saturday, 6-9pm.

3. Five Steps to Hell with Poverty at Defibrillator Gallery

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Work by Dao Nguyen and Tom Friel.

Defibrillator Gallery is located at 1463 W. Chicago Ave. Closing event Saturday, 7pm.

4. Techno at Night Club

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Work by Paul Levack.

Night Club is located at 2017 W. Moffat St. Reception Friday, 7-9pm.

5. Red & Cyan 3D Anaglyph at Degenerate Art Gallery

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Work by Sasha Andruzheychik, Matt Wojtan, Christopher Schneberger, Brian Hofmeister, Nestor Photo, Philip Hughes-Luing, and more.

Degenerate Art Gallery is located at 5554 N. Winthrop St. Reception Saturday, 7-10pm.

think WMFU on acid.

February 25, 2015 · Print This Article

Our friends at the PMI want you all to do this by March 1st… BECAUSE IT WILL CHANGE ALL OF OUR LIVES. Also we are super excited about this.

VERSION FESTIVAL 15: 100 Watts

Festival is: April 23-May 3, 2015
Submissions are due: March 1, 2015

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For the past 14 years Version Festival has introduced innovative projects that tackle local social and urban issues. The festival highlights projects and people that engage public interest and promote the cultural use of public space.

Attention radio producers, audio alchemists, activists, DJs, podcasters, record labels, ham operators, bands, storytellers, spoken word artists, time travelers, poets, librarians, art critics, educators, performance artists, and sound editors! Imagine you have a radio station. What will you do with it?

Think about it! Because just recently the FCC granted the Public Media Institute, our nonprofit corporation, a license to build a low-power FM station to serve our community and up to 2.3 million Chicago listeners. We are in the process of raising funds to build the station – it’s our most ambitious media project to date.

So, this year VERSION is an on-air laboratory and campaign to create the kind of radio station we believe our city needs. Our station will be a conduit for musicians, artists, thinkers, critics, activists, and instigators from Chicago and around the world, and so our festival will serve as a beta test for producing and experiencing these essential sounds, ideas, and programs. We need your help to decide what these are. This CALL FOR SOUNDS!!! is an invitation for YOU to create a show, a sound, or an experience, for live broadcast on the airwaves and the internet.

In addition we will transform our gallery, the Co-Prosperity Sphere, into a studio for recording and broadcasting live events and programming. We will also record and broadcast live music, performance, and weird shows from clubs and spaces throughout the city. Everything presented at VERSION will be aired online, and then rebroadcast when our station is built and the transmitter and tower are installed.

We seek programs in these categories:
MUSIC: live or prerecorded DJ sets or musical performance, of all kinds
RADIO ART: programs made by musicians, artists, and critics, of all kinds
NEWS AND PUBLIC AFFAIRS: locally-produced news and public affairs programming (including documentaries)
TALK: talks, discussions, or educational broadcasting for special audiences, the general public, or your neighbors

GUIDELINES: If you want to be one of our regular DJs, consider VERSION your audition. We are accepting applications for regular shows on a monthly or weekly basis, short series, or one-offs in 30, 60, or 90-minute increments. (Shorter pieces may also be considered.) If you have a special idea requiring physical space, consider using our gallery or else please indicate the facility, time, and date you desire.

Please include the following in your proposal (incomplete applications will not be considered as earnestly):
Title of your program:
Length of your program:
Your name:
Your email:
Your telephone:
An associated URL:
A link to your program materials (this can be as simple as a Spotify playlist, an iTunes podcast, or an MP3):
A paragraph description of your program (100-250 words, in MSWord):

EMAIL YOUR PROPOSAL TO:
versionfest15@gmail.com

ABOUT VERSION FESTIVAL:
Produced by the Public Media Institute, a non profit 501(c)(3) arts organization, Version is an annual springtime arts festival that brings together hundreds of artists, musicians, and educators from around the world to present some of the most challenging ideas and progressive art initiatives of our day. The festival showcases emerging trends in art, technology and music.

For the past 14 years Version Festival has introduced innovative projects that tackle local social and urban issues. The festival highlights projects and people that engage public interest and promote the cultural use of public space.
versionfest.org

THANK YOU for your time!!
See you at VERSION 2015!

Why do I give a shit about art?

February 25, 2015 · Print This Article

Zona MACO and Material, the fairs that ran more or less concurrently the first week of February here in Mexico City, helped synthesize a number of threads floating around in my mind since arriving here. Those threads: Boris Groys’s essay “On Art Activism,” published in e-flux shortly before I moved, a talk by Donna Haraway that a friend e-mailed to me, and the thought, in general: why do I give a shit about art? Do I even?

We arrived at Zona MACO an hour before it shut. I was surprised that I was there: a few days earlier, in an impassioned speech to Andrew Choate, I had said something like, you know, this fair is in this posh neighborhood that you have to own a car or a chauffeur or have a chauffeur who’s driving your car or whatever to get to, it’s only accessible to the very rich, fuck the rich and fuck their art, they can keep it. So anyway, there we were, at MACO, the phenomenal lighting making the average MACO-goer’s Lacoste polo shit look gorgeous and my oil-stained clothes look ratty as hell. We moved fast, visiting only galleries where one of us knew somebody. I didn’t think about anything or really look at anything: Maurício Ianês at Y Gallery was visually striking but maybe a little hamhanded, but then again given the subject matter maybe it’s ok to be hamhanded, maybe nothing else will ever work; Debora Delmar Corp at DUVE Berlin was actually kind of beautiful in person, although I guess I can see why some jackass gave it “worst of MACO,” because, I don’t know, no marble? no expressionist lines? who cares, I’m sure that guy would prefer a show of staircase pineapples thickly streaked with paint or blood in a really emotional way; at Chert, Petrit Kalilaj was a little scattered, but also maybe hilarious and heartbreaking; I heard a funny story at Gaga and wondered how Labor won the 1800 Tequila prize and what that meant—how it would affect my life. Then we left past an army of art handlers ready to pounce.

some furniture at MACO

A few hours earlier I had been at Material, the satellite fair that first happened last year. I had no thoughts at Material, either, I was too hung over and tired. I didn’t have the coffee I needed until after I left. I talked to people, which I usually don’t. I talked to Aaron Harbour and Jackie Im and liked how weird and gross but also really appealing Chris Hood’s paintings were; I talked to Steve Kado at Kunstverein Toronto and was totally freaked out by how similar his speech pattern is to another Canadian I know; I talked to Travis Fitzgerald and Josh Pavlacky at American Medium, who were extremely congratulatory and very friendly about a performance I had done at Bikini Wax the night before, two stories above a great video by Skip Arnold—not the one below. It was also the only show/booth/experience I spent more than ten minutes in during the entire week. Anyway, I didn’t talk to anyone at Queer Thoughts, but I wondered if their desk was intentionally positioned in their booth such that you couldn’t really look at David Rappeneau’s drawings without putting your ass in someone’s face. Everybody I talked to, well not everybody but a sizeable sample, mentioned that both sales and attendance had been slow, and either Travis or Josh said something like, “I don’t know why they even call this an art fair, they should call it something else.” For this sizeable sample, it seemed like the opportunity and experience to meet other people interested in similar art, to talk and hang out and party or decide not to party, was as or more important than actually selling anything. Then again, everybody needed to sell things.

I guess it’s kind of like how it’s more fun to have a drink with your friends than go to your mind-numbing day job. Or how it’s more fun to have a drink with your friends than stab yourself in the eye. How it’s more fun to have a drink with your friends and talk with them like they’re people you want to talk to than it is to have a drink with your friends and talk to them like you want them to buy something from you. People who I either knew or had established a friendly-level acquaintanceship with apologized for “giving me the spiel,” which I identified with, having worked for a year selling wine, which involves a similar kind of activity.

Wine is vastly more enjoyable, or more able to be enjoyed, if you know what the hell is going on with it: where it came from, what grape(s) it’s made out of, what year it’s from, what things taste like from that place, from that grape, from that year. It helps also to know how it was made, using what process, where the winemaker used to work. You have to spend time reading, learning, tasting, feeling like an asshole for not knowing, feeling like an asshole for knowing, that kind of thing. It’s certainly possible to have a good time with a glass of wine knowing nothing at all, but in order to have a great time, to have an interesting perceptual experience or a moment where you feel like you are suddenly the fucking king of everything, a feeling which wine is uniquely qualified to deliver, you have to know stuff. Sometimes it’s also nice to know little narrative bits, too, you know, how these winemakers make a big deal out of paying their grape-pickers fairly, or how this is the only woman wine-maker in her region, so on and so forth, but this sort of narrative is usually reserved for the selling of wine, by winesellers like I used to be, and is usually delivered in the same tone of voice, with the same cadence, as the art spiel.

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Which I guess is why I’ve been wondering: what differentiates a photograph from a bottle of wine? A painting from an antique chair? Why do I think that an artwork is different, exists on a “higher” plane, than a humidor? A year ago, I badmouthed an LA gallerist for having a side business selling antique furniture. I perceived the proximity of the antique furniture practice and the gallery practice as some kind of affront, some kind of insult to art. Like art belongs in a different moral/ethical universe than chairs, or wine, and treating it as if it were the same kind of lifestyle commodity is somehow dirty. Now I’m not so sure. Maybe it’s a good dirty.

In “On Art Activism,” Boris Groys draws a distinction between the aestheticization art performs versus the aestheticization design performs. For him, design takes the tools—a hammer, a speech, whatever—of the status quo and makes them more attractive, more usable. Now you, too, can get rich making videos on YouTube advertising our products! That kind of thing. Art, on the other hand, takes the status quo and presents it as a relic, as something already dead, useless. For Groys, this lends art a degree of political agency insofar as it treats the status quo, which is always impossible to imagine ending, as already over, a fossil. In Donna Haraway’s conception of our current epoch, the “capitalocene,” ruled and primarily defined by the processes and logics of capitalism, the production and exhaustion of fossils is paramount. What for Groys is the possibility of political action for art against the status quo, is for Haraway is the very fuel for the status quo. I’m tempted to believe them both: while art has the potential to cause problems within the status quo, it is ultimately an integral part of it, consumed, traded by, conferring status upon a small superrich class that controls the vast majority of the globe’s wealth, right alongside furniture (also a part of Zona MACO), boutique alcohols (also a part of Material), and so on.

Donna Haraway

Donna Haraway

I’m wondering, actually, if maybe this idea that art has some kind of actual political efficacy, that it can “change the world,” is maybe the last vestige of the sort of 18th/19th century romanticism that moved art somewhere—up, definitely—different than, say, furniture or wine, that it delivers something different, something more, something to do with morality, something to do with ethics in a conception of “the world” that assumes it to be homogenous, somehow able to benefit uniformly from a single given action or idea that moves—ineffably, certainly—from the particular to the universal, a movement governed by a set of rules, standards of taste, beauty, and judgment, that it was assumed every “good” work of art, or “good” person, could be shown to follow.

At the outset of “On Art Activism,” Groys dismisses claims that activist art is bad because it is “bad art” — that is, it looks bad or doesn’t exhibit technical mastery. “In the twentieth century,” he writes, “all criteria of quality and taste were abolished by different artistic avant-gardes—so, today, it makes no sense to appeal to them again.” If MACO and Material made me feel anything, it is that I hope that the avant-gardes of the twenty-first century can make equally obsolete the idea that an artwork can or should have some kind of ability to move itself and/or its viewers into some kind of universal realm of political agency, because there is no “universal” any more than there is “the world,” and any politics that depends on the universal—”the world”—is necessarily self-defeating. I hope that we can forget the Enlightenment and become total fucking idiots or squids or cyborgs or really anything non-Enlightenment-human, and try something else, because that shit did not work at all.

Something’s Happening in Pullman

February 24, 2015 · Print This Article

Guest Post by Kate Ingold.

When I tell friends and colleagues that I’m going down to Pullman to see art, I get one of two responses: 1) What’s Pullman? or 2) That’s so far away! Let me address both of these responses before moving on: 1) Pullman, nestled near I-94 and Lake Calumet, is one of Chicago’s most significant and interesting neighborhoods, the site of of a 19th century labor strike with national implications, and a place of such architectural and historical significance that it will likely be made a national park by the year’s end [President Obama named The Pullman Historic District Chicago’s first National Park on Feb 19th – Ed.], and 2) it is only 12 miles south of the Loop, easily accessible by Metra or by car (and I suppose by bike, if you’re feeling energetic). But what about the art?

A number of years ago my friend JB Daniel, a conceptual artist and accidental community organizer, opened up the foyer of his late-19th-century Pullman row house to artist friends to make installations. The smallish space, lit by a transom above the front door, includes the area from the building’s modest entrance to the stairwell it faces and the two doors to the row house’s first floor guest room and studio. JB named the space “MOSNART,” or “transom” backwards, and welcomed the public for the opening of the installation only, though he encouraged visitors to come and peer into the windows during the time the installation remained up to see the art from the outside. Local, national, and international artists have presented work in MOSNART, from sound installation (Jenny Roberts’ “Now and Here”in 2010) to video (Noel Hennelly in 2012, Rosa Gaia Saunders in 2013) to art objects (Gwen Gerard in 2009, Laura Davis in 2010, among others) and textile installation (Jens Brasch’s “inside/out upside/down” and my “Night Telegram/Water Speak,” both 2009). Over the years, the MOSNART project has grown and JB has found other sites in Pullman for artists to work, including one of the grand rooms in the former Hotel Florence (where Atlanta-based artist Gyun Hur installed a stunning “carpet” made of pulverized funerary silk flowers in 2011), the center of the burned-out market square (see Matthew Hoffman’s current “Go For It” installation, up since October 2014), and the administrative clock tower building of the factory itself (Carrie Iverson’s recent “Groundwork”), where the famed Pullman train cars were built.

MOSNART's front door and transom window. Photo credit: JB Daniel

MOSNART’s front door and transom window. Photo credit: JB Daniel

It is easy to forget that we were once a nation in near constant labor turmoil. Workers stood up for their rights in powerful, sometimes violent ways against the corporations and oligarchs who were exploiting them. Chicago was at the epicenter of this turmoil more than once: during the legendary Haymarket Affair of 1886 (whose actors were either anarchist terrorists or martyrs, depending on who you ask), which resulted in the deaths of seven policemen and four strikers, followed by the state-sanctioned deaths of four others, and during the three-month-long Pullman Strike of 1894, which perhaps is most notable for the federal reaction to the strike, the defending of the corporation by the National Guard on orders of President Cleveland.

Matthew Hoffman's Go For It sculpture in Pullman's burn-out market square. Photo credit: JB Daniel.

Matthew Hoffman’s Go For It sculpture in Pullman’s burn-out market square. Photo credit: JB Daniel.

George Pullman built Pullman Town in his utopian vision of the perfect company town: workers were housed in cutting-edge homes designed to be energy efficient and light-filled, with air moving easily through the spaces to make the workers as happy and unstressed as possible. In the center of town was a market and a multi-denominational church, along with stores and schools and a library, each and every building owned and managed by the Pullman Palace Car Company. Workers lived in apartments and homes that reflected their status within the company, with managers and other administrators living in single-family homes close to the factory and skilled hand workers living in smaller homes and multi-family buildings farther away from the work site. There were no options outside of the Pullman-owned and -run facilities, yet still the town went along relatively trouble-free until the stock market crash of 1893, when Pullman could not maintain his mandatory 6% profit on the town without cutting wages, making it impossible for workers to feed themselves and their families. By 1899, two years after George Pullman was buried in a lead-lined coffin embedded in concrete (to avoid reprisal by his former employees), Pullman Town was annexed by the city of Chicago and the company town was no more.

Why the detour into history? Because it is against this history, or in conversation with it, that the art happens. The history of the neighborhood and the buildings themselves are present with every installation, whether the artist is directly confronting that history or not. Matthew Hoffman’s “Go For It” installation, currently on view, is a massive text piece placed in the center of the burned out market square just blocks from the old factory. Crafted in wood with plastic laminate sides, the three-dimensional script reads as both a directive and, perhaps, a tongue-in-cheek, pollyanna wish for the rebuilding of the market square, or even the company town itself. While Hoffman’s work is unabashedly and purposely optimistic (see his ongoing “You Are Beautiful” project), this installation has an edge because of where it is.

Artist Matthew Hoffman and filmmaker Ben Derico in the Pullman factory building during the manufacture of Go For It. Credit: JB Daniel.

Artist Matthew Hoffman and filmmaker Ben Derico in the Pullman factory building during the manufacture of Go For It. Credit: JB Daniel.

 

While I’m not sure if Hoffman intended that edge or if he meant only to empower Pullman residents to go after their dreams (which the piece certainly could do — it’s joyful!), Carrie Iverson, an Oakland-based glass artist, printmaker, and poet, embraced the history and confronted it head on with her recent installation, “Groundwork,” made with her husband and fellow artist Jeremy Scidmore, Portland-based artist Nathan Sandberg, and artist/master metalsmith Kelly Ludeking. The project, which began in September 2014 and was uninstalled in December 2014, had several parts: a community iron pour on the factory grounds, a community iron-tile-making workshop, and an installation within the factory’s administrative clock tower, a building that has the empty, hollowed-out feeling of a ruin after it was ravaged by a significant fire in 1998 and later stabilized, though not rebuilt, by the state of Illinois.

Community iron pour organized by Kelly Ludeking of KRL Metals as part of Groundwork. Credit: Jeremy Scidmore.

Community iron pour organized by Kelly Ludeking of KRL Metals as part of Groundwork. Credit: Jeremy Scidmore.

Iverson’s work is driven by research and often engages the public. For “Groundwork,” she organized the first iron pour on the factory grounds since its production heyday (executed by Chicago artist Kelly Ludeking), and invited the community to participate with her and her collaborators both in the spectacle of the pour itself and in the making of artwork for the installation. Community members designed their own tile molds and attended to the pouring, then later had their work presented in the clock tower building. But “Groundwork” was not just about community involvement; it was also about the history of labor and industry and decay present in Pullman itself. While researching the project, Iverson discovered that the historic Pullman train line ended near her studio in Oakland, CA. She found the end-point and made aluminum casts of the train tracks intersecting and ending, a literal tracing of the very ground the train cars made in Pullman had traveled. In Chicago, she installed them on a brick wall at the back of the clock tower building’s large atrium facing the community-made iron tiles. Placed in a grid with the subtle cross-hatch pattern of the tracks interlocking across the work, the installation echoed Carl Andre’s metal tile floor sculptures, but more significantly connected the artist with Pullman in a visceral, labor-intensive way.

Carrie Iverson with members of the Pullman community during the iron pour. Credit: Jeremy Scidmore.

Carrie Iverson with members of the Pullman community during the iron pour. Credit: Jeremy Scidmore.

Along with the aluminum tiles, Iverson also installed a lectern made of protruding glass plates scattered in a brick-like pattern and a metal table with three twig-like metal objects. Set in the main atrium of the building, the glass plates quickly collected dust from the crumbling infrastructure, becoming a ghostly, ephemeral ledger recording the coming and going of shadow and light, not unlike the ledgers that once recorded the timecards of the factory workers in the clock tower building. Taken with the relic-like objects on the adjacent table, the installation became something of a shrine to the collapse of utopian capitalism.

Excavation by Jeremy Scidmore. Neon, found objects, 2014. Photo credit: Carrie Iverson.

Excavation by Jeremy Scidmore. Neon, found objects, 2014. Photo credit: Carrie Iverson.

Within the atrium and the large room adjacent to the south, Nathan Sandberg placed several fields of white picket-like obelisks covered in the reflective glass beads used on highway stripes and medians. The “pickets” referred to the picketing of the workers, perhaps, but also to the inherent danger of working in the factory, where workers were killed and maimed routinely, and also to the danger of living near the train tracks themselves, particularly near crossings. Set together in a grid and of varying heights, they rose out of the damaged concrete floor like cautionary tombstones. In a room north of the atrium, Jeremy Scidmore installed neon triangles and pyramids that glowed like electric fires in the corners of the building: a pink-red pyramid covered a pile of debris stacked on a wooden pallet; a yellow triangle framed two leaning stones where the brick wall met the floor. The sculptures acted as remnants of the fire that consumed the interior back in 1998, and also as signifiers of the hobo fires that once burned along train lines across the United States, as well as the fire of the molten metal needed to make the train tracks and the train cars themselves, and even the iron that poured at the site in “Groundwork.”

Groundwork site specific installation, featuring work by Carrie Iverson, Nathan Sandberg, and Jeremy Scidmore. Photo credit: Carrie Iverson.

Groundwork site specific installation, featuring work by Carrie Iverson, Nathan Sandberg, and Jeremy Scidmore. Photo credit: Carrie Iverson.

Detail of Strata by Carrie Iverson. Glass, wood, metal, 2014. Photo credit: Kate Ingold.

Detail of Strata by Carrie Iverson. Glass, wood, metal, 2014. Photo credit: Kate Ingold.

Last summer, JB installed an interactive piece on the side of the Hotel Florence to ask a deceptively simple question: “What is your vision of a contemporary utopian community?” He painted the concrete side of the hotel that faces 111th Street with blackboard paint and printed the question on the top of the blackboard, inviting neighborhood residents and visitors to answer with the bundle of chalk he left on the ground. George Pullman built Pullman Town to fulfill his dream of what a utopian community could be. Over the decades, the factory shut down and the neighborhood has faced issues of development, stagnation, and decay. One commenter scrawled under the question a simple statement: “Your utopia could be my nightmare.” JB’s installation, and his ongoing MOSNART project, open Pullman up to discussion and inquiry, fulfilling a contemporary utopian dream by questioning the very idea of it.

Links:

http://www.pullmanil.org/

http://tallskinny.com/mosnart/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pullman_Company

http://www.nathansandberg.com

http://www.carrieiverson.com

http://www.heyitsmatthew.com/

http://www.jeremyscidmore.com/

http://jbdaniel.com/

http://www.krlmetals.com/