Gildar Gallery is opening an exhibit of works by William Stockman on Friday night. William is one of the masters of the local art scene. The will be a show to see. Also, Vertigo Art Space will have an artist reception for Stefan Chinov’s new works on the same night. The installation includes photography and sculptures drawn from the Chinov’s experiences in Antarctica. This should also be an interesting show.
Archive for April, 2015
It had been a tough work week. I wanted to get out of the house but still have an early night. The forecast called for rain. I threw on a raincoat before heading over to Navajo Street, a little after seven, to check out the galleries.
Pirate has an interesting installation by an artist named Bug. Next Gallery was packed with a crowd to see the opening for Chris Buske and Betsy Rudolph. I gave the works a quick gander and headed over to Edge. Next was too crowed to be able to see the art. I’ll have to stop by another time to see this show. Edge has an exhibit of pop paintings by Dennis Pippen along with a selection of works by faculty members of the Art Students League: Homare Ikeda, Mark Friday, Gayla Lemke, Mark Lunning, Nura Mascarenas, Marianne Mitchell and Jeff Wenzel. This is a show to see. Pippen’s paintings are excellently executed statements of humor and satire. The other artists are big names in the local art scene and deserve a look.
I ran into Jean and Jessica at Edge. Jessica invited me to her birthday party on Sunday at Boys Town, a local gay bar with male strippers. Jean spilled a glass of wine on my raincoat while giving me a hug. The wine ran off the raincoat and spilled down my pants leg. We had a good laugh about it while Jean helped clean me up in the gallery bathroom.
I decided to make one more stop before I took my wine-stained body home. I walked back to the car only to be startled to find two guys enjoying oral sex in the SUV parked next to my car. The parking lot rendezvous for a blowjob was interrupted when I opened my car door. They stopped and looked over at me. I smiled. They smiled. I left.
My last stop was the annual tenant show at Helikon Gallery and Studios over in RiNo. The streets were packed with cars so it took me a while to find a space. However, the gallery was not that busy. Turns out there was a female roller derby event across the street from the gallery. The normally quiet streets of RiNo were packed with roller derby fans. I quickly buzzed through the gallery show before heading home to launder my wine-stained clothes. It was a short, but interesting, night.
One of my favorite blogs has disappeared. The URL I bookmarked for Heart In Hand returns a “nothing found” message. I will miss this blog. The author was a remarkable woman who spoke her mind and held nothing back. Her posts were always an interesting read. I thought about this Dr. Seuss quote when I discovered the blog had been deleted:
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”
I’ll miss HIH. I hope she continues to comment on blogs. I wish her the best.
I was online this weekend window shopping for a new man. I noticed a new profile with a familiar face. It was Ricky Ricardo. It seems he now has four online profiles. He texted on Easter with this message, “I hope the resurrection of Jesus Christ brings you a new life of peace and love.” My response wished him a nice Easter. I’m guessing the new profile means he’s moved on. I have.
I saw these quotes Friday night on cards in an art gallery:
“Rap is to music what Etch A Sketch is to art.”
“It’s the beautiful women who commit suicide.”
“Fashion is about eventually becoming naked.”
The last quote was attributed to Vivienne Westwood. The other two did not show the author. All three made me pause on ponder.
When I was in Catholic school the girls had to wear skirts and knee-high socks. The hem of the skirt had to touch the ground when kneeling. Some girls would roll their waste bands to make their skirts shorter. The nuns would often make random skirt checks if they thought the hem was too short. Violators were given detention.
Some of the younger guys at the gym have started wearing knee-high black socks. Add in a pair of below-the-knee black baggy workout pants and the guys look like the Catholic grade school girls from my youth. I find this trend rather odd.
I met my friend, Mack, after work yesterday at the DAM. I’ve only known him for a year. We haven’t really hung out a lot. He expressed interest in seeing the recently opened Joan Miró exhibit when I ran into him a few weeks ago.
I thought the Miró exhibit was stunning. The show focuses on works from the last two decades of Miró’s career. It’s a small, but excellently curated, show. There are about fifty paintings, sculptures and drawings in the exhibit. The curator did a great job with the layout, placement and selection of wall colors which gives the visitor a pleasant experience. I found it amazing what Miró could produce with a few simple brush strokes. A few of the paintings were simply breath taking. They made me pause and wonder. I loved this Miró quote which has stenciled on one of the walls:
“Yes, it took me just a moment to draw this line with the brush. But it took me months, perhaps even years, of reflection to form the idea.”
Before leaving the museum, we checked out Printed and Painted The Art of Bark Cloth and William Matthews: Trespassing. Both are small, but awe-inspiring, presentations.
After the DAM we headed over to the Santa Fe Arts District to see the new shows at Core, Spark, Point and Michael Warren. Kara was closing her gallery as we arrived. We chatted for a few minutes before she headed home. Kara needed to make it an early night after our late night art tour a week ago.
Point has a new abstract painting show. My favorites were Kim Gentile’s paintings. I love a good abstract and her paintings were stellar. I think this may be Kim’s inaugural show at Point. Michael Warren contemporary has some incredible pieces by Inkyo Back, a South Korean artist, whose first Denver show was at Kara’s gallery. Michael Warren also has incredible collage portraits by Colby Brumit. These works are masterpieces. His materials and execution are top notch.
After the galleries we stopped for some nosh at Annie’s on Colfax before heading home. And no, it wasn’t a date. Mack is a friend. There are no romantic inclinations. He’s currently taking a sabbatical from his lobbying career while he reevaluates his life. It was a night of good art spent with a friend who also appreciates art.