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Repository 177: Processed Art is to Canned Spinach as Real Art is to Spinach from the Garden
Most of the art in the art “world”, galleries, museums, etc is highly prepared and processed. It’s not to say it’s bad – it’s not. It’s simply been through a lot of iterations, approvals, vetting, poking and prodding. Much like pirate booty on an empty stomach, the processed can taste very nuanced and delicious, despite it’s being processed. For example the seemingly mandatory MFA and gallery representation in itself is a scenario of a canned fine vegetable. Meaning, if you…
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Repository 98: The Tale of Two Dances | OBT | Maguy Marin
Any time you see seeming polarities, look for the greater truth that contains them both. – David Bohm This past weekend I had the pleasure of attending two very different dance productions. On Friday night was a local-premier production by a Toulouse, France-based dance company, Compagnie Maguy Marin titled “Salves”. This troupe was brought to the US by White Bird, a local dance organization. On Sunday I went to a presentation by the Oregon Ballet Theater, the first half was…
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Repository 94: Precurser to Marina Abromovic | Buddhist Priestess Kissing Cobra
After seeing a black snake at my front door this past summer in full stand up mode, as if he was going to ring the door bell, I’ve been slightly attune to all things snake. It was just a silly garter snake, but it was standing up for goodness sake! I believe in the mythology of snakes, that there is simply something there beyond words. So after viewing an old DVD of Joseph Campbell today where there was an amazing…
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Repository 42: An Exploration of Painting & Performance
A couple years back I remember watching an interview of James Franco and Marina Abromovic, where Mr. Franco asked about her evolution as an artist. The interview took place in her apartment where she was serving him her “special” desert. I couldn’t help but cringe when she declared that the studio was an awful place, where no artist should be, where art is life and life is art. Hmmm. Dismissing painting as if it is a first step to a…
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