Burnhard channels native spirit totems in "Sacrifice
could be more together than a vulture and some ungulate breakfast?
Belle Douze" is a Warholian grid pattern mystery
by Michael Bishop.
this woman were a soup can I could understand her better.
way, it's tomatoes.
At last something I can sink my teeth into.
goes another bicuspid.
Byer has taken bones and logs and created
does he know. Or you for that matter - that on the edge of the
parking lot at the mall in Kingston is a ring of giant boulders
that I call"Mall Henge." A remarkable geological
formation at the level of the box store roof tops along 9W -
that provides the greatest view of the Catskills around, perfect
for bongo parties, and is also an excellent landing pad for aliens.
me about it. $1
it comes to gassing up, E G Cleveland has no
comparison. "Untitled" is hardly the
way to say it. But if you have read a few of my safaris,
you know how I feel about untitled artworks. Gnarly, disgruntled,
stinky, mad and nasty.
it a name for chrissakes!
check the oil while you're at it, Gilmore.
Drolma is just killing me with her sadistically twangy
about "Hubble Telescope?"
about "Yo-Yo from The Black Hole?"
about "Phantom of the Shandaken Theatrical Society Playhouse?"
Fliegel doesn't waste paint or waste words either. She
had the decency to name her painting
have said it better myself.
Fraser has out done herself. Not only did she create
and extrude the child, she made a painting about him, too. "Chance"
a child of the same name.
Haran has taken an ordinary electric fan finger guard
and turned it into a mythic mandala.
Life" is the kind of title I advise artists to select.
just so happened that as I was doing my art safari thing, there
was a video workshop from the INDY program going on.
kids were studiously editing on some of the latest computer technology
and creating what looks like damn good programs.
Knight cuts loose with "Absolute"
it while his fingers do the dancing.
manual approach to automatic writing (a la Marcel Duchamp and
Man Ray) takes flight as he frees the feet from fetters.
Lipton (wasn't she in the Mod Squad?) has the kind of
sense of humor that is not appreciated by homeland security baggage
handlers at today's paranoid airports.
her "Petition To End Marijuana Prohibition"
if you want to end up in Sing Sing. And don't bogart that joint,
Mazerat has seen the light... "Esopus Lighthouse"
to be precise.
and Ken Whyte share the solo room for a conundrum laced duo solo
the lighthouse is also an experience to be enjoyed. Be sure to
visit at low tide if you want to walk the nature trail out to
Whyte captures the rustic essence of country life in
this photo of a barn door.
Nelson proves once again that good things come in small
diamond bracelets, however, these objet d'art "Right
Here" have very modest price tags.
Scalisi does not name the unnameable, though he unwittingly
incurs the wrath of Dave for giving his work the title "Untitled"
are clearly square polyurethane pizzas with turquoise anchovies,
and a sunset egg dropping to the twilight zone horizon.
that Salvatore! I will grab you by the shoulders and shake you
Italian style next time I see you.
Woller either chose not to title his Francis Baconian
portrait of a Prussian soldier, or he actually wanted it to be
what a well-aimed cannonball can do to a fellow's head.
Da dggita diggita diggita... that's all folks!
See ya next time. Back
to the safari!