I took a little ramble around the galleries of 319 N. 11th St. last Saturday. It was quiet and I almost had the place to myself. Dualities at Grizzly Grizzly
The first thing I saw before going into the Vox building last Friday was a rainbow. Well, a reference to a rainbow anyway. And like those real emanations of light and color after a hard rain, the wheat-paste poster cheered me up and made me laugh. A toss off, perhaps — a smart, on the money parody of the city’s tourism marketing posters — it set the bar high for my very, very brief visit inside.
Mega Man, by Alex Paik, 64 x 54 inches, acrylic on canvas Every artist dreams of becoming a commodity–and not. That’s part of what’s on the mind of local artist Alex Paik, who, after reading Roberta’s post about the demise of Falling Cow Gallery and the state of art and money and commodification, wrote a swell short essay. Paik pulls in Damien Hirst, Jeff Koons, and footnotes, too!!! So check out the post on his blog, Watching Paint Dry.
Verbena, by Rebecca Saylor Sack, oil on canvas, 60 x 70″ The four artists showing this month at Gallery Siano have such different takes on what a place can mean that the exhibit gathers meaning beyond the contributors. Rebecca Saylor Sack’s extraordinary paintings of water and woods sparkles with light and energy and danger. In the flick of a brush, Sack expresses a branch or a tumble of leaves. The leaf mold underfoot, the glint of sky in water, the crash of broken limbs and trunks are all there as reminders of the peace and danger and the cycle of ... More » »