We just heard that The Art Institute of Chicago has laid of a good many of it’s employees today and there will be a town-hall tomorrow where other cost saving measures will be announced.
To those who lost their jobs today, be sure to thank Alderman Burke…..
On behalf of everyone at Bad at Sports we know very well what this is like and hope everyone lands on their feet as quickly as this economy will allow.
This months edition of Artforum’s 500 words comes from performance artist Kalup Linzy. The write up is totally worth checking out. I just spent the past hour or so watching Linzy’s videos on Youtube, really entertaining.
“I SHOT TWO MUSIC VIDEOS FOR PROENZA SCHOULER, basically responding to the clothes, and weâ€™re doing a photo shoot. This is my first time working with high fashion. Iâ€™ve been researching photographs and looking at models; itâ€™s all pretty edgy, so I donâ€™t think the relationship between my work and Proenza Schouler is as distant as I originally thought. Iâ€™ve seen some pretty wild, risquÃ© stuff in fashion photography. Now the question is: How can my work flow and meld into that?
I wasnâ€™t planning to shoot as many videos as I shot for my first album, SweetBerry Sonnet. I was more interested in developing a live performance, but when Proenza Schouler came to me and asked me if I wanted to collaborate, the idea for the videos just came to me.”
Read the entire article here.
The L.A. Times’ Christopher Knight reviews “Sight Unseen,” an exhibition of photographs taken by legally blind photographers which is currently on view at UCR/California Museum of Photography. An excerpt from Knight’s review:
“For making art, blind artists face a special conundrum with camera-work. Photography is an artistic medium that is without tactile surface properties. Mexican photographer Nigenda highlights the dilemma by punching descriptive text into his photographs of a nude woman with a Braille writer, colliding a textual code with a visual one. Some can â€œseeâ€ one, the other or both.
But the medium is also one whose most fundamental property is light. (As explained by William Henry Fox Talbot and Sir John F.W. Herschel, two of photography’s 19th century inventors, the basic task of a photographer is â€œto arrest the action of light.â€) Blindness is an impairment of light perception, which several of these artists address by employing light-emitting devices, such as flashlights or copy machines..
Blind, of course, is also a word regularly used to signify a lack of knowledge. â€œSight Unseenâ€ is most successful in undercutting that notion. The show proposes that these photographs be considered more akin to Conceptual art than to traditional camera-work.”
Although Knight’s review is mixed (read the full piece here), do make sure to check out the exhibition’s website (it won’t let me link directly so just do the usual clicking to find it), which contains images, recorded commentary and essays for those who can’t make it to the exhibition in person. Also note that I narrowly avoided making a really unfortunate pun just now.
*Visitors to the Art Institute have a jaywalking problem (Chicago Tribune).
*Getty Research Institute to close Bibliography on the History of Art (BHA, IBA) (via CAA news).
*NEA Survey indicates arts audiences getting older, scarcer (er, more scarce) (CAA News).
*Even more pr0n!!: Highlights from the World Air Sex Championships (The XX Factor).
*Students design exhibitions that get people to talk to each other (talk! as in, ‘in person’!) (via Tomorrow Museum).
*The drawings of Chicago artist Deb Sokolow featured on Beautiful/Decay.
*Writer Dave Eggers tells those bummed about loss of print to buck up.
**(Image Credit: Robbie Cooper’s Immersion: Porn).
This is actually more of a stealth-rant, deploying reverse-psychology tactics and appeals to the culprit’s sense of fair play. Some creep stole an artwork by Chicago artist Damien James right off the walls of the Flatiron building, and what’s worse, the piece had already been sold.
“My initial reaction, not surprisingly, was anger. Intense, red piping-hot anger. â€œWhat the fuck!?â€ were my words, to be exact, extra emphasis on the â€œf.â€ Who steals art at a small neighborhood show? From an â€œemergingâ€ artist? (â€Emergingâ€ = â€œstarvingâ€) Even more, who steals a piece of art thatâ€™s already been sold? Now I know it was small, and as you passed by, maybe you thought it would fit perfectly in your bag or pocket or whatever, but did you not see the sticker above the drawing that said â€œsold?â€ Could you not have chosen a piece that hadnâ€™t already been paid for? Because you see, some artists who do shows in the Flat Iron, especially in the halls of the Flat Iron, are struggling; theyâ€™re artists who are desperately trying to carve out some tiny, peaceful existence. Weâ€™re trying to do something good, to make and share something outside the ever-present web of invasive consumerist insanity. I get (but donâ€™t condone) stealing an iPhone, an X-Box, cash; but a drawing? Not only did you steal something I made, but you took money out of my pocket. So: what the fuck!?
Really, what were you thinking? Was it, â€œthisâ€™ll look awesome on my bathroom wall?â€ Was it the thrill of stealing something? Are you some kind of Vincenzo Peruggia? Whatâ€™s next, a Steven Soderbergh art-heist caper?”
Hats off to James for channeling his justifiable rage into a piece that actually transcends the circumstances behind this unfortunate incident to say something larger about the need to show some basic human decency, even if you’re drunk off your ass, and even (especially) when it comes to small art shows at neighborhood galleries.