Monday, October 22, 2007
Some Time in Milwaukee Art City
The odd thing about looking at art at the Palimono at 6 pm on a bustling Friday night is that you're sometimes leaning over tables to get the close look this work demands. "Uh, I'm not eavesdropping, I'm just looking at the art," I would tell people as they munched on their tater tots and ribs. Anywhere else, any other theme, this would have been something of a drawback. Here, it seemed to add to the theme, like I was truly in the West at dinnertime. They didn't have "art openings" in Carson City. What art there was was up, and you just assumed it was part of the whole picture. (I have to wonder of the castration shot was placed strategically NOT near the restaurant tables, rather in the bar proper.)
Then I got to the Art Bar to watch people look at and react to my work (which, as I've written before, is a strange thing to me), but to check out the other participants in the show with the "Fear" theme. Waldek Dynerman had a series of creepy faces whose treatment benefited from the occasional ultraviolet light in the bar. Anne Harvey's work I found not so fearful as hauntingly enchanting, to the point where I'm going to scrape up the $$$ to get a print of her "They only glow for me" piece. A popular piece which I also liked very much was Patrick Farrell's untitled, which I'll try to describe, but don't let my mediocre description of it keep you from checking it out yourself. There's simply a portrait of a man, with a knife about to hit his back, but the look on his face leaves you wondering if he knows the knife is coming and he simply doesn't care, or he's just an assured guy who has no clue. Amy Misurelli had some nice works that were flat multimedia, and explored themes that may have instilled fear in some people, but I just thought were cool. Finally, the work of Stephen Somers was flat out disturbing, as art needs to be every now and then. The style was that of a (very adult-oriented) fantasy/middle earth pixies and gnomes and goblins painter, but with a very sexual adult horror twist. A friend staring at the centerpiece work -- a piece called "Deep Throat" which was a combination of a few different female orifices combined with monstrous accoutrements including some seafood -- said it best: "Dude has issues." I'm glad he's working them out through his art.
so much of a purist that you can't deal with this kind of stuff, nothing's gong to satisfy you besides listening to your pristine mint-condition copy of Revolver that you keep at 67 degrees F encased in archive-quality plastic anyway. Get your snob head out of your butt and admit that metal has its equally artful moments.