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January 15th, 2013 by dave dorsey

There’s a great article about photographer Garry Winogrand in the most recent Harper’s. (You have to subscribe to view it online.) It describes how, when he worked up a little steam, he would shoot his work continuously, exposing roll after roll of 400ASA film, sometimes taking shots as he drove around the city, obsessive, compulsive, in thrall to the shutter button. The speed of the film enabled him to do much of what he did, which feels to me like something a Beat generation writer would have done, as well as a body of work Walt Whitman could have fallen in love with. The endless series of shots, often left in undeveloped rolls, reminds me of Kerouac with his continuous scroll of paper running through the typewriter, typing furiously and never looking back. His methods, shooting as a knee-jerk response to nearly everything he looked at, has an indiscriminate Zen-like spontaneity, a ceaseless flow of shooting as a fertile shadow of seeing itself. Almost as if Winogrand was simply trying to leave behind a lesson in mindfulness. As if he wanted to achieve that pinnacle of attention that Eliot attributed to James: the ideal of having a mind on which nothing was lost. His voracious impulse to record the world also reminds me of the polymorphous appetite familiar in Whitman and Ginsburg both for celebrating just about everything that is. OK, so I guess I’ve gone and turned him into a writer. He was just the opposite. There’s always a subject, but rarely a story, in his work. As always, go see for yourself on Google image.
Here are some quotes from Garry Winogrand. Replace “photograph” with “painting” and these comments have just as much significance, more often than not. These are wonderfully written, but his pictures don’t need words. They’re all about the visual and totally “against interpretation.” Sontag would have loved the guy:
- “Photos have no narrative content. They only describe light on surface.”
- “Great photography is always on the edge of failure.”
- “Every photograph is a battle of form versus content.”
- “I photograph to see what the world looks like in photographs.”
- “I like to think of photographing as a two-way act of respect. Respect for the medium, by letting it do what it does best, describe. And respect for the subject, by describing as it is. A photograph must be responsible to both.”
- “I don’t have anything to say in any picture. My only interest in photography is to see what something looks like as a photograph. I have no preconceptions.”
- “There is no special way a photograph should look.”
January 14th, 2013 by dave dorsey

Just sent this off to Jason Franz and crew in Cincinnati. I know it’s a little suspect to praise a gallery for showing high-quality work when you’re own stuff is in the mix. But they’re doing more than just picking good work, and they do it in their own unique way. As I’ve said before, I wish they’d clone themselves as Manifest franchises in a lot of other cities. Even if I keep saying that, I’m sure it won’t happen.
I loved INPA 2, both as a writer and a painter. You included samples of both my writing and my painting, so this edition of the book serves as a validating way for me to introduce people what I’m doing in both areas. Your publications work the way your exhibitions do. They give artists an opportunity to have their work shown alongside some of the best art being made nationally and internationally–without any reference to whether or not it sells or hews to any particular trend or critical school. The fact that the work you select for everything you do is usually less than ten percent of what’s submitted for possible inclusion–and also that your selections are based on the review of a committee rather than one or two jurors–authenticates the Manifest “brand” in a way that’s hard to find in other juried shows open to nearly anyone who makes art. I’m always pleased when I’m able to participate in anything Manifest puts together because its an honor to be selected from among a pool of such worthy art. Your shows and publications strike me as a rare way for people to find work that’s excellent but possibly overlooked by the usual gatekeepers: academia, museums, commercial galleries, commercial art publications, and the mainstream market in general. I also have the sense that Manifest cares about championing art that can communicate with the art world’s equivalent of what has been called, or at least used to be called, in the world of publishing, the “common reader.” The shows are always sophisticated, but they also seem to be driven by an ideal of reaching as large a public as possible–the common viewer if you will–rather than an elite group of initiates (insofar as it’s possible to do that with the way visual art has evolved in the past hundred years).
The INPA2 book itself is wonderfully made. The materials are the highest quality, as is the binding, the reproductions and color fidelity. Thanks once again for allowing me to participate.
January 9th, 2013 by dave dorsey

Little, endearing video from the New York Times about an artist who likes to design impossible boats, including paradoxical ones: it’ll float, but you have to keep fixing it continuously to keep it from sinking, for example. Water dice! I love learning about the French equivalent of Kickstarter: Kiss Kiss, Bank, Bank. So French. (They probably loved the Robert Downey/Val Kilmer movie.) The dice follow the path Columbus took on his way to the New World. The slaves arrived by the same route. He launched his dice from the Canary Islands, for the trade winds. The dice are currently in the Atlantic, heading toward the Caribbean.
January 5th, 2013 by dave dorsey

Relief map of Nevada lake
Love this little post from kottke.org. It applies to nearly all art I love, though it’s actually about, uh, some water maps. Like the one above. What’s under water is up above. I sound confused. (Maybe what they’ve been saying about me is true.)
Take this quote and insert name of favorite painting to replace the link in the middle:
There’s not much to say about this gorgeous, wooden, laser-cut bathymetric chart of various bodies of water except that just look at it!
I altered two words in that quote in a way that doesn’t matter. Trust me on that. If only all art criticism could be reduced to the sentence I’ve offered instructions in how to make, up above. Under my first paragraph . . . oh well.
January 3rd, 2013 by dave dorsey

Find the right place in my studio for the human skull in my care. It’s been on loan to me from Chris and John Pulleyn for almost a year now. I finally did one painting of it last month, which is on exhibit at Viridian Artists right now. I’d like to do more. Thus, I’m dragging my feet about returning it, looking for just the right place for it to gaze across the studio at me as I work.
January 3rd, 2013 by dave dorsey

Find a better bookmark. And finish reading more books. I start plenty of them . . .
More to come after another hiatus.
January 3rd, 2013 by dave dorsey

Start. A. New. Painting.
January 3rd, 2013 by dave dorsey

Finish painting this little meaningless cupcake. It’s been sitting like this for half a year, already signed (I sign paintings just as I start them not when they’re done, so the signature will fuse into the paint. And then I paint in thin coats on top of it. I’ve been trying and abandoning a lot of cupcakes, partly because, believe it or not, they inspire animosity. A good friend who takes herself very seriously said to me a few weeks ago, with regard to my cupcake paintings, “How can you sleep at night when you send junk like that out into the world?” (Those of you who know her will know exactly who I mean.) With that comment under my belt, I’m so dying to paint a fucking cupcake now. This one’s about a foot tall. I might even do one four feet tall and send that out into the world . . . maybe to one particular address . . .
January 3rd, 2013 by dave dorsey

This might help: scrape the rest of the three-week-old paint off my glass palette. Also, long-term, learn how to play “Blackbird” on that Fender Telecaster sitting on the floor in the upper right-hand corner of the shot (45-year-old guitar, BTW, but all I’ve got anymore is a practice amp my son used for the brief period when he gave guitar lessons a try and then stuck to baseball). Or buy a good acoustic and see if I actually remember how to make a chord. It’s been a while.
January 3rd, 2013 by dave dorsey

“I must go on. I can’t go on. I’ll go on.” That kind of commitment is my native element at this time of year. I’ve got half a dozen things that need doing every day, none of which have anything to do with painting or writing this blog. I’m hoping the half dozen will become merely three and I can get back to painting and writing about it.
December 7th, 2012 by dave dorsey

A brief piece of writing like this feels like a blessing. You could unpack an eccentric little Nicholson Baker-sized diatribe about art by extrapolating on the insights from this little column in the New York Times. At the very least, I’m going to work on a long post this weekend, based my reactions to it. Here’s a sample:
It is a mistake to credit to an artwork meanings that primarily arise from our interpretative efforts. There is a fundamental difference between discovering meaning in an object and imposing meaning on it. A great work of art embeds categories of understanding and appreciation that we uncover in experiencing the work. It is quite another thing to use an object as a framework for displaying categories that we bring to it. The difference is between discovering a mine that contains gold and constructing glittering objects from dross. — Gary Gutting
December 6th, 2012 by dave dorsey

Summer Morning, oil on panel, 8 x 6 inches, 10 1/2 x 8 1/2 inches framed.
What amazes me is how it’s nearly impossible to tell whether one of Rick Harrington’s barns is six inches or six feet wide, when you’re looking at a reproduction. The quality of the small work is indistinguishable form the large. Great, affordable work, and there are still a few that haven’t been bought . . .
December 1st, 2012 by dave dorsey

Three Green Apples, detail, David Oleski, 40″ x 60″
November 29th, 2012 by dave dorsey

“Freud said the goals of the artist are fame, money, and beautiful lovers. Based on my artist acquaintances, I would say this holds true today. What have changed, however, are the goals of the art itself. Do any exist?
“How did the art world become such a vapid hell-hole of investment-crazed pretentiousness? How did it become, as Camille Paglia has recently described it, a place where ‘too many artists have lost touch with the general audience and have retreated to an airless echo chamber’?”
Why the art world is so loathesome. Eight theories from Slate: MORE
November 27th, 2012 by dave dorsey
“In anticipation of the birthday tomorrow of the beloved William Blake – the greatest poet of London – it is my delight to publish his Songs of Innocence of 1789 today. When Blake was developing his copper plate printing technique that would enable him to become his own publisher and be free of the restrictions of others, he wrote, “I must Create a System, or be enslav’d by another Man’s.” So I think we may assume that if Blake were writing now he would embrace the opportunity of publishing his work freely upon the internet.” —Spitalfields Life
November 17th, 2012 by dave dorsey

November 9th, 2012 by dave dorsey

Dave Hickey
Little slow to see this, but have to pass it along, from The Guardian. “When I asked students at Yale what they planned to do, they all say move to Brooklyn – not make the greatest art ever.”
November 6th, 2012 by dave dorsey

The election in M&Ms
Candy! A language I understand. Finally. The basics of this election, explained with M&Ms. Finally, Barry and Mitt have my attention . . . Not to quibble, but could I get this in Reese’s Pieces?
November 3rd, 2012 by dave dorsey

Jim Mott
Jim Mott, my friend the itinerant artist, is in the middle of his Great Lakes tour, which takes him through Buffalo, Cleveland, Detroit and a couple stops in Ontario. He stays with hosts who give him room and board in exchange for a painting of their surroundings. It’s probably the most radical way of being an artist I know. It takes money out of the equation entirely and puts him into a role somewhat like a mendicant monk, or the poet Basho, in his walk around Japan. This kind of itinerant art connects him with people in an extremely personal way—he’s invited to infiltrate their lives and reflect their world back to them through his quickly executed paintings. He becomes a humble servant rather than a seer, producing work that’s instantly recognizable and meaningful, rather than an image that requires deciphering and commentary by anyone other than the recipient. In other words, his project turns a lot of things upside down and the result is MORE
November 2nd, 2012 by dave dorsey

Love the umbrella tied to Sargent’s leg
“A portrait is a painting with something wrong with the mouth.” –John Singer Sargent