Start. A continuation of thoughts from the end of mini dutch. November, 2009.
mini dutch ended a two year run in July, 2009. Subsequently, I moved to Los Angeles. Not to pursue a career as an artist or curator in a more viable city, but to be near my mother who was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. This is pertinent because it sets up my inability to be as involved in the art scene as I was in Chicago.Â At least, for the time being, I long for the tight knit community I felt forced to leave, and detest the highly commercial and impenetrable community that I have not been inducted into. I feel confident that I will find myself in a much more optimistic mood after the unpacking ceases and I can start going to gallery openings, panel discussions, and lectures regularly again. I know that I now live in a city with a larger art presence, with a lively art market and community, but I am still am at a complete loss over leaving Chicago and my contemporaries. My thoughts have recently been drifting toward Chicago and its unique culture of the apartment gallery. What purpose do these spaces serve the city, and what did mini dutch do for me? [Read more]
Editors’ Note: This week we’ll be running some of the essays written for Floor Length and Tux’s “Untitled Circus” event this past weekend. A number of essays on Chicago’s thriving domestic/apartment gallery art space scene were solicited from local writers/artists/curators involved in the running of such spaces, and we’re posting some of them here on Bad at Sports as a way to extend the discussion. Please feel free to email us with your comments at firstname.lastname@example.org, or if you’d like to contact the folks at FLAT directly, you can email Erik at email@example.com.
Guest Post by EC Brown
As pleased as punch as I am with the latest uptick in domestic artspaces â€“ especially in contrast to my experiences in Chicago through the 90’s and early 2000’s â€“ I prefer to perceive these activities as formative stages, collectively inching toward something that hasn’t already waxed and waned in the past. What has been unique about these events is not so much a change in the way that artists operate, but in the comfort level of the guests. Folks seem willing to allow homegrown spaces to fulfill their needs for viewing (or confronting) art, rather than only appreciating these events in deference to commercial and institutional spaces. Nevertheless, the author vs. spectator dynamic remains intact, and the imprint of the commercial gallery template has proved sometimes indelible, sometimesÂ unproductively.
Potentially, artists and aficionados alike could cultivate a crowded and long-lasting game that wrangles space, atmosphere, scheduling, social relations, archives and marketing schemes as a holistic medium. I do prefer the word game over discourse. Not to suggest zero sum games under strict protocols, but rather the heated intensity of competitive engagement –Â a fervent clash between dissonantÂ operational models, temperaments and philosophies. At present, there are too few players on the field for a city this size, and the general social atmosphere is congenial and a bit measured â€“ not quite a passionate crucible to compensate for the absent pressures of a lively commercial system. [Read more]
On this week’s pick we bring you a preview to a performance by Emily Lacy at LACMA. I am heading out to LA in the next couple of weeks for the holiday and am really psyched if I can check this out. Lacy will be in residence at the Pavilion for Japanese Art over December and January where she will be performing a piece entitled Temples of the Mind. Lacy has stated that, “throughout this process an entire album will be recorded on-site at LACMA, mysterious radio transmissions will be available over the internet, and mystical reckonings will occur inside a tiny Hermitâ€™s Cabin, where performances transpire for just 1 to 2 people at a time. I hope to create something like a sanctuary, a fountain of sound shooting skyward, for your very own two-month temple.”
Unframed, LACMA’s blog, recently interviewed the artist about why she choose that specific location, her process, and work with Machine Projects. [Read more]
This Wednesday evening is the opening reception for Matthew Paul Jinksâ€™ exhibition On Sundrun at Gallery 400.Â Matthew Paul Jinksâ€™ work consistently deals with issues of memory, ritual, and inherited identity.Â Personal and cultural identity enacted, passed on, shared, re-enacted.Â On Sundrun addresses identity relationships of English, Indian, and Pakistani individuals as postcolonial cultural representatives through an evolving game spontaneously elaborated on cricket.Â Jinksâ€™ exhibition On Sundrun includes sculpture, film, sound installation and a performance in the gallery space.Â Jinks explores cricket as an enactment of the mythology of cultural identity exploring the effects of assimilation. When speaking to his work as a whole Jinks says, â€œMy work performs culture and collects memory.Â My installations, videos and performances appropriate and de-regulate social and historical constructs: self, nation, history. I use image and language as formal stand-ins for the latent territories that underlie these constructs and the thresholds that link them.â€Â I think this exhibition will be an exceptional experience that continues Jinksâ€™Â project of providing a platform for discussion and experience that fosters the ideological possibility for reconciliation through humor, engagement, and cultural iconological tradition.Â
Jinks graduated his undergrad in 2005 from The Glasgow School of Art in Scotland, U.K. Since completing his MFA as a University Fellow at the University of Illinois at Chicago in 2008, Jinks has exhibited in the U.K and the U.S., most recently at the Green Lantern Gallery and the Hyde Park Art Center, here in Chicago.Upcoming Exhibition:
December 8, 2009 â€“January 16, 2010 Reception: Wednesday, December 9, 5-8 pm
[Please note Gallery 400 will be closed for Winter Break: Thurs., Dec. 24 â€“
Mon., Jan. 4]
Artist Talk: Saturday, December 12, 2:00 pm
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I had a very small window of opportunity over the weekend to see Carrie Schneider’s just-opened 12 x 12 project at the MCA. It was late Saturday afternoon, and I had about an hour and a half to take the El into the city from Oak Park in order to see the show before the Museum closed. So, I was a little annoyed when the announcement came on that the Blue Line would end at UIC/Halsted, which meant I’d have to take a shuttle to Jackson in order to catch the Red line. (I hate shuttles, even though there are always plenty of them and they don’t slow you down all that much). Much internal bitching and moaning ensued. I made it to the MCA with 40 minutes to spare, watched Schneider’s video “Slow Dance” until they literally kicked me out of the room, then got up and called my husband to pick me up at the Ridgeland station so I could take the Green Line home. I caught my first train without incident, but fucked up and took the hateful Brown Line instead of the required Green by accident (this, because I was on my iPhone trying to download OMD’s Romance of the Telescope, which features prominently in Schneider’s video). I could see that planned dinner out with my husband rapidly disappearing down the tubes (the parents’ night out at our local children’s art studio would end promptly at 8:30). Dammit. I got off the Brown, waited for the Green, told myself repeatedly DO NOT LOOK AT iPHONE. And then…..what the hell *is* that??? A train, wrapped like a present in sparkly twinkling Christmas lights and other holiday fizzies, zooming into the station.
I was momentarily blinded (and, just for a second, terrified). Christmas carols spilled out merrily from the train, and my god…there is a Santa Claus. There was also a sleigh and a couple of reindeer and a beefy guy in a black ski mask who I think was supposed to be Santa’s helper.Â Only later did I learn that this was the CTA’s fabled Holiday Train and I had totally, accidentally caught it! People plan all day for this and I did it without even trying! Wheeee! [Read more]