Palden Weinreb

For the first time in a long long time, I saw art that I wish I had made. If I can remember – that is if I’m not waxing nostalgic – it’s something that happens all the time to (engaged) art students. Older, but only debatably less lost, this is a rare thing. A distinct although inarticulate emotion… to see art works with an “a ha! thats something I wanted to say, but have not yet done so.” In that feeling is both the joy of seeing an idea you’ve been trying to assemble manifested right there in real life in front of you; and then envy, because, well, maybe if you had aligned your decisions differently you could have found the presence to solve the problem yourself (rather than tackle the Sisyphean endeavor to bring community college students into artistic adulthood). But then, right there is this wonderful thing and there’s no sense in being caught up in yourself at the expense of enjoying it.

All of this happened, of course, last Thursday when I took the Greyhound up to New York to walk around Chelsea for the day.

Palden Weinreb

Palden Weinreb – “Untitled (Series 3 #6_9)”

Here is an image I swiped from the artist’s web site. Although I like it quite a bit, I liked what I saw up at Dinter Fine Art much more. In my own mind I couldn’t help but see Weinreb’s work as akin to both Toba Khedoori and Katy Fischer (in Chicago). In all are elegance and simplicity. In Weinreb’s drawings then, more so than Khedoori and Fischer, there is also a back-and-forth between “there” and “not there”, presence and absence, being formed but still empty. Oh, and also of course, the images don’t come across at all online, you’ll have to go see them in person for yourself.

Palden Weinreb’s site

Dinter Fine Art


Every Day on the Internet is the Same

I went to New York yesterday.

Perhaps, after it settles in and I get some free time in between preparing for interviews, applying to more jobs, and doing the one I have, I’ll post some links to the better art I saw.

The thing that occurs to me now though is — that I didn’t see the intarweb for some 36 hours or so.  Then, when I checked in on it, aside from some Scrabulous matches, everything new is the exact same thing that’s been “new” every day for a nebulous long long while.  I mean thank any lord you choose that Ron Paul is off the viral web campaigns now.  But, all the Diggs and Reddits are still indistinguishable from the spam and conspiracies, etc.  As far as I’d ever be able to tell, Boing Boing just changed the titles and could very well have posted the same novelty consumer knickknacks they posted last week.

In summary, I’m questioning what I’m doing in this virtual place and think I’ll log off now.

Lost my Copy of “The Monuments of Passaic”

It’s been some time since I’ve written a new post – partly because it’s so easy for a new habit (blogging) to trail off, and partly because I haven’t come across anything that compelled me to write. So, I picked a new theme, cursed that I have to pay if I want to customize it, went back on myself and was thankful my cheapness will save me from coding in CSS, and then hoped the new look will inspire me to write stuff to put in it.

As I mentioned in an earlier post appreciating Richard Long, I’ve been walking – doing it, mostly, for some quiet time within which to collect my thoughts. One thing is that it’s renewed some interest in that other artist who piled rocks in galleries back in the 60’s, Robert Smithson. Unfortunately, about a year ago though, I brought a binder full of essays into my classroom to show a student only to henceforth never see it again. And in that event I lost my copy of Smithson’s “The Monuments of Passaic.” I’m interested in seeing it again because my most immediate walking terrain is it’s own human-unfriendly suburban retail/light industrial sprawl; oh, with condos, lots of condos.  I may just go out and buy Smithson’s book of collected writings.

I started taking photographs:






OK, so I know they’re crappy photos.

I find myself drifting back to a recurring interest in the built environment.  I’ve read “The Necessity of Ruins” a few times.  Maybe I’ll do it again.  It’s a current that first sprung up in my art work about 10 years ago.  And, so, um, I’ve moved a lot – mostly to stave off the financial insecurities that come with being an artist (insecurities I’m still and only have ever been no more than 2 steps ahead of).  Not incidentally, art has never garnered me one of those steps ahead, only teaching it or shilling out my digital media skills to make uninspired web sites and designs for uninspired people.  And, so again, I find myself in a new environment more often than I care to put my crap back in boxes.  Maybe through those relations of coincidence then, I can’t help but find in my environment a symbolic representation of my particular compendium of current hardships and general frustrations.

It seems I’m back to photography again then.  To hash out one of the aforementioned frustrations: that’s a problematic statement itself because: 1. I have B&MFAs in painting; 2. I seem to only be able to find jobs teaching digital media, which I use to marry mechanical reproduction with the more romantic “hand”; 3. Academia does not generally mix media within faculty.  Whereas when I was an artist, I made “art” however I pleased.  Now that I am not an artist and am rather an Assistant Professor of it, I must be an expert in one thing that is a media, and being an artist before being a media-er (painter, photographer, sculptor) does not seem to interest hiring committees.  In other words, doing what I want appears to risk my access to the middle class — and that, seems to be a cultural frustration more so than an art-field frustration.

I guess the big dilemma is when to just say “fuck it” and do what you want?  I took my old 35mm SLR in to be cleaned.  The ol’  digital point-n-shoot doesn’t cut it.  We’ll see what happens.