Just Around The Corner My Dad used to say there's no such thing as a square circle. But if you cut enough corners anything's possible. Even Catskill Corners can turn into a grotesquely elongated Emerson Plaza Shopping Tunnel. They say Lot's wife turned back and turned into a pillar of salt. I looked back and saw my wife turn into the Dunes Hotel. All Eshcerianism aside, and with apologies to the greatest mental break dancer of all time (Stephen Hawking) let's turn our attention to this month's topic...

 

 

 

Lots of kids got together with local businesses, artists and the Cornell Cooperative Extension of Ulster County's Upper Esopus Creek Management Plan to paint a whole bunch of great murals all about the wild life on the Esopus Creek. They are rippling all over storefronts up and down Main Street and around just about every corner in Phoenicia. Make sure you visit them on your next trip.

Check out the video I did below...

Julian Caso introduces a romantic triangular element into this harp strumming harpie called "Organic Chastity." Or is it a reference to the all-seeing eye on the Masonic pyramid?
Bronson Eden blows me away once again with his new line of graphite fables. This one is "The Song of the Fishes." The omega 3 fatty acids just ooze out of every crevice. Chiaroscuro lovingly caresses the luscious lady on the right. I certainy hope the aliens don't find any polyps while they are doing their inspections.
 Chance Fraser proves that the kids are all right and don't necessarily abandon their home town as soon as they get a chance. He illustrates this by exhibiting in the same gallery as his parents. I just wish he would have given this clever crisply painted object a title other than "Untitled."
Maybe it's my imagination but this feline facsimile titled "Mrs. B" seems to capture the mean essence of cat. Makes me feel like a mouse that's nibbled it's last piece of cheese. Only Isha Elafi knows for sure.

 Joyceannewlodarczyk busts out with a 3 dimensional pun. In this country there's Justice first and just a second... and now, "Just (around the corner)"

 

 

This one tickles my funnybones. What the?

 

Marilyn Rowley combines a dancer's exercise with the chewy minty freshess of "Chicklets."

 

May the green stamp of happiness bring you joy. Me Mum & Pop saved the stamps from every carton of Chesterfield they smoked which was plenty. I got a sleeping bag for the stamps. After a while the bag got too deteriorated to sleep in so I used it recently for soundproofing inside a wall under renovation. Maybe it was the smokes, but in any case me Pop is now so deteriorated he don't hear nuthin'.

 

Laura Levine, Bluebird.

 

This peach of a collage is titled "Impeach." After spending an hour or two delving into the hundreds of juicy bits of evidence contained therein, I suggest you read Liz Holtzman's book, The Impeachment of George W. Bush.

 

Thanks to Adrian Guillery for this colorful reminder that we are 3/4 of the way into a fascist dictatorship.

I (Dave Channon) couldn't resist hanging this painting in the show because it so perfectly fit the theme. "Market in Guatemala" was a view from my hotel window in Huehuetenango, just up the slope of a volcano near lake Atitlan. I enjoyed a lovely couple of weeks there in 1974 despite being warned about the guerillas. I thought they were talking about gorillas. What did I know?

 Erin Paroubek gives us a "Blossom." The cheeky use of paperclips and tasty burnishing of the aluminum stalk gives me an irresistable urge to pollinate. Take a peek inside the oval flower to see what I deposited in there.

Only kidding.

I bet there's a chicken fat pudding simmering on the stove inside one of those tenement windows. How many cuts would a wood cut cut if a wood cut would cut wood? Ask Karen Whitman. Actually, "Village Morning" might be a linoleum cut, but that wouldn't be nearly as funny.
 This corner looks like a door hinge from one of our local antique trains. The really used to know how to build 'em in the old days. Ken Whyte calls it "Red Yellow and Silver."
John Sowley takes us back to a snowy row of town houses of our childhood in "December." Rosebud.

Richard Unter gave me a Proustian flashback with "Pearstorale."

My Uncle Amerigo was a notorious wag and doodler. He made a sketch of a ripe pear and passed it around the dinner table. My 3 spinster Great Aunts exclaimed in Italian, "Oh what a beautiful pear." Then Amerigo would drew a butt crack and head with long hair on the pear. The Aunts recoiled in horror and shrieked about how he will go to hell.

 

I guess I take after Amerigo.

I wind up this Art Safari with Nadja Petrov's edgy, corner-packed, negative space activating creation titled "Untitled" (please!)

It's got a touch of Russian futurism with a monochromatic dash of 1964 Worlds Fair.

 

See you at the next Arts Upstairs opening. It's always the third saturday at 6!

 

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