<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:32:23.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Art New Orleans</title><subtitle type='html'>Covering the New Orleans Art World and World Art in New Orleans</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-6450932528969332626</id><published>2009-03-31T01:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:38:50.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We've Moved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Inside Art New Orleans now has&lt;br /&gt;a simpler new web address and&lt;br /&gt;a more expansive new format.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click Here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insidenola.org/"&gt;http://www.insidenola.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-6450932528969332626?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/6450932528969332626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/6450932528969332626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/weve-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-3459732966952798801</id><published>2009-03-29T19:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:22:28.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Henry and Sculptural Transmigration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="7499794572518873002"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SdARB-C3hXI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PwcxifhgKlM/s1600-h/Henry+-+Zachs+Tower-repro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SdARB-C3hXI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PwcxifhgKlM/s320/Henry+-+Zachs+Tower-repro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318769885457122674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been said, by Duchamp among others, that artworks have a "life" of their own, but that goes double for certain local sculptures that have seemingly become almost nomadic of late. It all began a year ago when Ernest Trova's PROFILE CANTO, which once graced the grounds of the New Orleans Museum of Art, was loaned to Jefferson Parish to try to make Veterans Blvd. look civilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SdARi_8OwRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_bU02aqyP6o/s1600-h/Erlich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SdARi_8OwRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_bU02aqyP6o/s200/Erlich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318770452901839122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Leandro Erlich's WINDOW AND LADDER: TOO LATE FOR HELP, right, that was a Lower 9th Ward landmark during Prospect.1, has found a new home in, you guessed it, the New Orleans Museum of Art's Sculpture Garden. Meanwhile, John Henry's monumental ZACH'S TOWER, above, part of Michael Manjarris' ongoing Sculpture for New Orleans project, is being installed near the Poydras Street entrance of Harrah's Casino, not far from its original proposed site on Poydras near the Superdome. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SdASEpKzm4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Q90UYTjTctw/s1600-h/1.+Bourgeois.+Louise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SdASEpKzm4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Q90UYTjTctw/s320/1.+Bourgeois.+Louise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318771030904511362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With this game of sculptural musical chairs in full swing, the fact that Louise Bourgeois' great EYE BENCHES piece, another SFNO installation, is staying put for at least another year in Lafayette Square, is welcome news indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the above artists, few are more mysterious than John Henry, a Kentucky- born resident of Chattanooga, Tennessee. Part of his mystique is that his work has been shown all over the world even as Henry himself has remained a low profile persona. Part of it is his deceptively simple style, an approach that suggests seeming contradictions like "Zen engineering." The eye reads the elements as having fallen spontaneously into place even as the mind recognizes them as products of great precision. Like splash or starburst patterns, they &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SdAa5W4NL2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/pC6DTvvUsAE/s1600-h/Henry-Gallery+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SdAa5W4NL2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/pC6DTvvUsAE/s200/Henry-Gallery+View.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318780732620746594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also suggest those bamboo sticks tossed randomly to form the hexagrams used in traditional Asian interpretations of the I Ching. To me this is what his works at Bienvenu suggest. Others will have their own interpretation, part of Henry's somewhat protean modus, and an example of what philosopher Eric Hopper, in discussing Western culture, once called "the mysterious Occident." ~D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;John Henry: Recent Sculpture&lt;br /&gt;Through April 28&lt;br /&gt;Gallery Bienvenu, 518 julia street, 525.0518; www.gallerybienvenu.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-3459732966952798801?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3459732966952798801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3459732966952798801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-henry-and-sculptural.html' title='John Henry and Sculptural Transmigration'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SdARB-C3hXI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PwcxifhgKlM/s72-c/Henry+-+Zachs+Tower-repro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-1280618135567933339</id><published>2009-03-27T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:20:08.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen at the Front:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sc16jcSo2hI/AAAAAAAAATo/Z3-_mB0WOdA/s1600-h/Rachel+Jones+Empty+Ciphers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sc16jcSo2hI/AAAAAAAAATo/Z3-_mB0WOdA/s400/Rachel+Jones+Empty+Ciphers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318041484302801426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel Jones: Empty Ciphers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-1280618135567933339?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/1280618135567933339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/1280618135567933339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/seen-at-front.html' title='Seen at the Front:'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sc16jcSo2hI/AAAAAAAAATo/Z3-_mB0WOdA/s72-c/Rachel+Jones+Empty+Ciphers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-4038230584469712383</id><published>2009-03-27T19:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:32:19.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingerie as Sociology and Surreality at the Darkroom</title><content type='html'>The Darkroom's &lt;a href="http://www.neworleansdarkroom.com/gallery/peek/"&gt;Peek - The Lingerie Show&lt;/a&gt; is a group exhibition of photographs featuring or inspired by lingerie. Curated by &lt;a href="http://www.debbieflemingcaffery.com/"&gt;Debbie Fleming Caffery&lt;/a&gt;, it runs through April 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sc1sQJ_RA5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Tq1beewYPWo/s1600-h/peek19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sc1sQJ_RA5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Tq1beewYPWo/s400/peek19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318025759809405842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Traer Scott, &lt;i&gt;Galaxy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sc1uN73-XuI/AAAAAAAAATg/LCNYHu9M1Sc/s1600-h/peek25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sc1uN73-XuI/AAAAAAAAATg/LCNYHu9M1Sc/s400/peek25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318027920684244706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan Hayre Thelwell, &lt;i&gt;I Do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-4038230584469712383?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4038230584469712383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4038230584469712383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/lingerie-as-sociology-and-surreality-at.html' title='Lingerie as Sociology and Surreality at the Darkroom'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sc1sQJ_RA5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Tq1beewYPWo/s72-c/peek19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-1862463684398760332</id><published>2009-03-23T22:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:40:50.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>H x W x D at UNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchYPdT4nyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ia-xbnZR88E/s1600-h/Loney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchYPdT4nyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ia-xbnZR88E/s400/Loney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316596382700183330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You could call it an "alumni show," but it's really more momentous than that.   HxWxD marks the 30th anniversary of the University of New Orleans' Masters of Fine Arts program and is also part of UNO's 50th anniversary celebration. Once a desolate former military base, UNO is now a cultural and economic engine with influence that extends far and wide.  Because the 18 artists in this show span several decades, it's an expo that also traces the UNO school's stylistic evolution from its earlier pop abstraction and imagism to the playfully polemical postmodernism for which it is known today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not everyone fits neatly into either category. Allison Stewart's elegantly abstract, nature-based canvases are more decorously languid than anything we ordinarily associate with UNO, and Ted Calas's stark, near-monochromatic paintings of people in transitional moments of rumination are studies in Uptown existentialism.  But Louisiana Imagism lives on in Krista Jurisich's socio-political fabric art, below, as well as in the work of Alan Gerson, whose creepily lovely still life paintings suggest the work of exiled Dutch Masters on mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchkJ-y1rGI/AAAAAAAAATI/dRA5MSILc_c/s1600-h/Halley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchkJ-y1rGI/AAAAAAAAATI/dRA5MSILc_c/s200/Halley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316609482748701794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But a pivot between pop abstraction and polemical postmodernism appears in the work of Peter Halley, left, whose recent paper studies hew closely to the grid-like schematics that he employed during his neo-geo insurgency in New York in the late 1980s, an art historical milestone that, with his thoughtful published writings, make him something of a philosopher king among painters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more playful side of UNO postmodernism appears in the tartly prankish paper currency-based prints of Dan Tague, as well as in the no less tartly prankish paper currency-based sculpture of Srdan Loncar.  But a synthesis of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchYm0dzO4I/AAAAAAAAASY/sOUotFElTI8/s1600-h/Goldfinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchYm0dzO4I/AAAAAAAAASY/sOUotFElTI8/s320/Goldfinch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316596784052779906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;postmodernism and imagism appears in Jessica Goldfinch's anatomically anomalous shrinky-dink holy cards such as ST. MARIAM WITH CHILD, right, as well as in Daphne Loney's CANDY DREAMS, above, part of her ongoing inquiry into the psychic correspondence between religious icons and animal trophies expressed in steel and Lucite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H x W x D: Thirty Years of MFA at UNO&lt;br /&gt;Through March&lt;br /&gt;UNO St. Claude Gallery, 2429 St. Claude Ave., 280-6493; www.uno.edu&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Expanded from Gambit Weekly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchZDpvUeuI/AAAAAAAAASg/kqTlTJc9-9E/s1600-h/Jurisich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchZDpvUeuI/AAAAAAAAASg/kqTlTJc9-9E/s400/Jurisich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316597279389678306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-1862463684398760332?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/1862463684398760332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/1862463684398760332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/h-x-w-x-d-at-uno.html' title='H x W x D at UNO'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchYPdT4nyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ia-xbnZR88E/s72-c/Loney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-3554397297800161441</id><published>2009-03-23T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:01:33.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign of the Times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Schax3SisdI/AAAAAAAAASo/WBOvKT6WSiE/s1600-h/Jindal-Nope-repro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Schax3SisdI/AAAAAAAAASo/WBOvKT6WSiE/s400/Jindal-Nope-repro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316599172812681682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-3554397297800161441?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3554397297800161441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3554397297800161441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-of-times.html' title='A Sign of the Times...'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Schax3SisdI/AAAAAAAAASo/WBOvKT6WSiE/s72-c/Jindal-Nope-repro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-5317750519347444868</id><published>2009-03-23T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:28:02.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen at Barrister's Gallery:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchfCQRC4rI/AAAAAAAAASw/ygU3K9ju3eM/s1600-h/Lawn+Jockey%27s+Revenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchfCQRC4rI/AAAAAAAAASw/ygU3K9ju3eM/s400/Lawn+Jockey%27s+Revenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316603852441707186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawn Jockey's Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchfRxHW31I/AAAAAAAAAS4/jgPb0rurEI0/s1600-h/oysters+and+hot+sauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchfRxHW31I/AAAAAAAAAS4/jgPb0rurEI0/s400/oysters+and+hot+sauce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316604118957481810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oysters and Hot Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eye-Con&lt;/span&gt;: Paintings by Scott Guion&lt;br /&gt;Through April 6&lt;br /&gt;Barrister's Gallery, 2331 St. Claude Ave,  525-2767;&lt;br /&gt;www.barrister's gallery.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-5317750519347444868?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/5317750519347444868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/5317750519347444868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/seen-at-barristers-gallery.html' title='Seen at Barrister&apos;s Gallery:'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SchfCQRC4rI/AAAAAAAAASw/ygU3K9ju3eM/s72-c/Lawn+Jockey%27s+Revenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-3536855381861022382</id><published>2009-03-16T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:58:02.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen at the CAC: Courtney Egan's Early Spring</title><content type='html'>Courtney Egan's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Early Spring&lt;/span&gt; is a video-sound installation at the Contemporary Arts Center, where sounds from other installations tend to blend into the overall aural ambiance. Using the floor as a screen for the projection of her hallucinatory flower compositions to a drone-like and beat-heavy musical accompaniment broadcast by low-fi speakers, Egan takes the viewer into the space of Digital Animism, an expression she coined to describe her unique approach to digital animation as nature spirituality. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Through April 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMsq6QJEUR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMsq6QJEUR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-3536855381861022382?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3536855381861022382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3536855381861022382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/seen-at-cac-courtney-egans-early-spring.html' title='Seen at the CAC: Courtney Egan&apos;s Early Spring'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-8245525262016038196</id><published>2009-03-16T13:20:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:50:56.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Villere at Ferrara, Rucker at Roger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb6ZOKIN1yI/AAAAAAAAARo/3p5YiwB6pzc/s1600-h/%7EVillere1w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb6ZOKIN1yI/AAAAAAAAARo/3p5YiwB6pzc/s320/%7EVillere1w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313853078859798306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as abstract art can be said to be "about" anything, Sidonie Villere's new CAMOUFLAGE series suggests something of life's tensions and contradictions. Made up of canvas, paint, gauze, porcelain, string and wax, these ethereal white-on-white mixed media concoctions are mostly minimal but with occasional baroque flourishes. Building on Villere's past references to the contours of soft skin and hard earth, they may evoke a social dimension, an interplay of blending in and standing out, even as they seem to reiterate those associations of geology and biology, of deserts and beaches, of fabric and bandages, that resonate within the depths of our collective memories.&lt;br /&gt;WITH AND WITHOUT, top, is a series of five rectangular panels wrapped in white gauze. They almost hark to Donald Judd's iconic minimalist sculptures, but their varying dimensions and porous white surfaces give them a more personal and tropical aura. Two feature smaller panels pressing forward against the gauze like pregnant flesh against soft fabric, so where Judd was unyielding, Villere individuates and personalizes related forms, adapting them to a more fluid&lt;br /&gt;and feminine environment. Similar strategies appear in DISCIPLINE, left, a series of minimal, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb6dbQGjeNI/AAAAAAAAASA/0dn6jeUpJ3Y/s1600-h/%7EVillere2w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb6dbQGjeNI/AAAAAAAAASA/0dn6jeUpJ3Y/s200/%7EVillere2w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313857701848250578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flat white ceramic vessels that, wrapped in white cord, radiate a frisson of contradictions. Villere's pristinely post-minimal works suggest those unspoken mysteries that express themselves in so many extraordinarily ordinary ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longtime Loyola art instructor and part time musician/songwriter, Steve Rucker, is fascinated by nature. His STORM SONG VARIATIONS features 45 colorful ceramic abstractions, each supported by three black steel legs. Spiraling within the gallery like the outer bands of a hurricane, they possess elements of beauty and menace. But rather than depicting rampaging elements, they suggest their inner spirits as they seem to march relentlessly like apocalyptic horsemen, nightmare riders from the storms of myth and memory. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb6b6W0SdpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KU-nbal33n4/s1600-h/%7ERucker1w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb6b6W0SdpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KU-nbal33n4/s400/%7ERucker1w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313856037203375762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;STORM SONG VARIATIONS: Recent Drawings and Sculpture by W. Steve Rucker&lt;br /&gt;Through March 28&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Roger@434, 434 Julia Street, 522-1999; www.arthurrogergallery.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;CAMOUFLAGE: New Paintings and Sculpture by Sidonie Villere&lt;br /&gt;Through March 28&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Ferrara Gallery, 400a Julia Street, 522.5471; www.jonathanferraragallery.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-8245525262016038196?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8245525262016038196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8245525262016038196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/villere-at-jonathan-ferrara-rucker-at.html' title='Villere at Ferrara, Rucker at Roger'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb6ZOKIN1yI/AAAAAAAAARo/3p5YiwB6pzc/s72-c/%7EVillere1w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-7397157636405778255</id><published>2009-03-16T12:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:48:45.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Burnstine Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb65gRJzfVI/AAAAAAAAASI/gNl4tktrHKE/s1600-h/3_in+passage_Burnstine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb65gRJzfVI/AAAAAAAAASI/gNl4tktrHKE/s400/3_in+passage_Burnstine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313888574355242322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The NOLA Photo Alliance's Ann Marie Popko interviews Los Angeles based photographer Susan Burnstine. The 2008 PhotoNOLA Review Prize winner illustrates that the movement toward surreal, atmospheric photo-pictorialism extends far beyond the Gulf South, where a number of  the leading practitioners of the idiom are based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neworleansphotoalliance.blogspot.com/2009/03/susan-burnstine-interview.html"&gt;http://neworleansphotoalliance.blogspot.com/2009/03/susan-burnstine-interview.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-7397157636405778255?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/7397157636405778255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/7397157636405778255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/susan-burnstine-interview.html' title='Susan Burnstine Interview'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sb65gRJzfVI/AAAAAAAAASI/gNl4tktrHKE/s72-c/3_in+passage_Burnstine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-7985883180930089549</id><published>2009-03-09T11:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:14:57.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Saul at the CAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbVNZbG05II/AAAAAAAAARY/mzj5QNcdS8g/s1600-h/Saul-Double+DeKooning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbVNZbG05II/AAAAAAAAARY/mzj5QNcdS8g/s400/Saul-Double+DeKooning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311236434721825922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter Saul is the neglected clown prince of Pop, the problem child of an American art movement eternally synonymous with Andy Warhol. Along with Jasper Johns and Robert Rauschenberg, Saul was one of its pioneers, but he ended up more of a cult figure. His talent is flamboyantly self-evident, yet now in his mid-70s, he is getting his first major survey exhibition in two decades, thanks to curator Dan Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A San Francisco native, Saul evolved in the early 1960s not in the classic Pop mode of Warhol or Lichtenstein, but rather in the more visceral, wrenchingly surreal direction of the Hairy Who genre of Chicago Imagism. It was his then-Chicago-based dealer Alan Frumkin who, in effect, discovered him and gave him his first major gallery show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason Saul has always been sort of an outsider is because he really likes vomit, excreta and viscera, and his canvases often ooze with them amid his usual manic mix of tormented cartoonlike figures. Although his paintings became more polished over the years, he maintained striking thematic continuity. His circa-1964 Donald Duck Crucifixion, depicting a very stylized version of the Disney character on a cross, is a classic of creepy-crawly surrealism, less irreverent than over the top, with meaty tendrils like props from a horror movie. The 1979 work Double De Kooning Ducks, top, is Saul's flamboyant riff on De Kooning's abstract 1950s paintings of women. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbVMdFnUqKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AWxGyqOIOC8/s1600-h/saul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbVMdFnUqKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AWxGyqOIOC8/s320/saul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311235398160394402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because his jarringly visceral style works best when probing the parameters of unreason, Saul is at his best in political paintings, especially his horrific Vietnam series and his lustily bloody Columbus Discovers America (pictured), where the unintended consequences of empire come back to haunt us like nightmares from the depths of history-book hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter Saul: From the 1960s to the Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through April 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contemporary Arts Center, 900 Camp St., 528-3800; www.cacno.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-7985883180930089549?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/7985883180930089549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/7985883180930089549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/peter-saul-at-cac.html' title='Peter Saul at the CAC'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbVNZbG05II/AAAAAAAAARY/mzj5QNcdS8g/s72-c/Saul-Double+DeKooning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-4282502084084986014</id><published>2009-03-08T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:34:14.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Gordon Matta-Clark</title><content type='html'>In our Prospect.1 New Orleans Biennial, the incised concrete slabs by Chilean artist Sebastian Preece were often compared to the late Gordon Matta-Clark's incisions in buildings and the like, but this spectacular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turning the Place Over &lt;/span&gt;piece by Richard Wilson at the perhaps slightly overlooked Liverpool Biennial takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBXwA0gcBm4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBXwA0gcBm4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-4282502084084986014?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4282502084084986014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4282502084084986014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/beyond-gordon-matta-clark.html' title='Beyond Gordon Matta-Clark'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-2230947741920478506</id><published>2009-03-06T12:19:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:18:46.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darwin at Yale, Yuskavage at Tulane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbFrFECJftI/AAAAAAAAARA/Q7V7syv2Wjc/s1600-h/Les+Origines++Odilon+Redon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbFrFECJftI/AAAAAAAAARA/Q7V7syv2Wjc/s400/Les+Origines++Odilon+Redon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310143170372796114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbFq29NTYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1rUKZOjTbvw/s1600-h/Heade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbFq29NTYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1rUKZOjTbvw/s400/Heade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310142928022364482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Above: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les Origines &lt;/span&gt;by Odilon Redon &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cattleya Orchid and Three Hummingbirds&lt;/span&gt;, by Martin Johnson Heade&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Endless Forms: Charles Darwin, Natural Science and the Visual Arts&lt;/span&gt; at Yale University.  Read All About It:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/03/arts/design/03muse.html?_r=2&amp;amp;pagewanted=1"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/03/arts/design/03muse.html?_r=2&amp;amp;pagewanted=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sas2vO28HkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YWwjCDWGTBw/s1600-h/Yuskavage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308396770856541762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 264px; cursor: pointer; height: 324px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sas2vO28HkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YWwjCDWGTBw/s400/Yuskavage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisa  Yuskavage: A Lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday,  March 10, 2009:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freeman Auditorium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woldenberg Art  Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tulane University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0HBpW_9RTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0HBpW_9RTM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-2230947741920478506?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/2230947741920478506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/2230947741920478506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/darwin-at-yale-yuskavage-at-tulane.html' title='Darwin at Yale, Yuskavage at Tulane'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SbFrFECJftI/AAAAAAAAARA/Q7V7syv2Wjc/s72-c/Les+Origines++Odilon+Redon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-5473261251320481506</id><published>2009-03-01T19:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:29:54.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recording America &amp; Cornering the Art Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;THE RECORDING OF AMERICA&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Prints from the Herbert D. Halpern Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaswLokqsAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3sKsh9lsnbA/s1600-h/~Soyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308389562214166530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaswLokqsAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3sKsh9lsnbA/s320/~Soyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;It can be argued that there are really two kinds of history. The first, written by journalists and historians, appears in books recounting the events that shaped our view of the world. The second, by artists, reveals how the world looked and felt at those times. Perhaps because this nation dominated the latter-century art world, the American art from the first half of the 20th century has been overshadowed. A time profoundly shaped by world wars and the Great Depression, that America could seem remote—until recently. Now that bank failures and vanished fortunes are making the era of Hoover and FDR seem familiar once again, much of this Recording of America expo of 60 works on paper from the Herbert D. Halpern collection, can seem eerily resonant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SauQkmp697I/AAAAAAAAAQo/mkACF9E3e_s/s1600-h/2am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308495544312330162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SauQkmp697I/AAAAAAAAAQo/mkACF9E3e_s/s400/2am.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, Manhattan always had its bright lights. In &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;2 A.M Saturday Night &lt;/span&gt;by Martin Lewis, it is 1932 and three post-flapper women are crossing Broadway as a street cleaner hoses it down, and while nothing much is happening, the buoyancy of the women amid the gloom of the street conveys a sense of the times. Less sanguine is Claire Leighton’s contemporaneous Bread Line, New York, a stark view of an endless queue of men huddled against the cold under jagged skyscrapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Ditto Mabel Dwight’s grimly colorful lithograph,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sas6CjkaQkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wNUpQP6FEJI/s1600-h/mabel-dwight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308400401368367682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/Sas6CjkaQkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wNUpQP6FEJI/s320/mabel-dwight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Derelict Banana Men, New Orleans,&lt;/span&gt; pictured, a view of ragged workers hauling produce in a scene that recalls some of Goya’s darker ruminations. Howard Cook’s stark &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Southern Pioneers&lt;/span&gt; etching of an Arkansas couple hints at Grant Wood and the great WPA photographers, but Raphael Soyer takes us back to Manhattan in his evocative, circa 1936, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dancers Resting &lt;/span&gt;litho, top, where the subjects are urbane, but the feel is no less austere, harking to Edward Hopper’s silences amid the cacophony. Here legendary artists such as Reginald Marsh, John Steuart Curry, George Bellows, John Sloan and Mable Dwight, among others, captured the spirit of their time no less than Andy Warhol and Robert Rauschenberg decades later. –D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Through March 26&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Diboll Art Gallery, Loyola University, 861-5456; www.loyno.edu/dibollgallery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Cornering the Art Market:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SarzZhfHl1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/17SzNrq-OjU/s1600-h/Mugrabis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308322730620720978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SarzZhfHl1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/17SzNrq-OjU/s400/Mugrabis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like Charles Saatchi in London, the Mugrabi's in New York buy and sell art like commodity traders trying to control the market in Warhols, Basquiats and Hirsts--a morbidly fascinating account of how the big time art market really works. Read it Here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/01/magazine/01Brothers-t.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=magazine&amp;amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/01/magazine/01Brothers-t.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=magazine&amp;amp;pagewanted=all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-5473261251320481506?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/5473261251320481506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/5473261251320481506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/03/recording-america-cornering-art-market.html' title='Recording America &amp; Cornering the Art Market'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaswLokqsAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/3sKsh9lsnbA/s72-c/~Soyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-8024242489728368442</id><published>2009-02-24T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:56:07.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Societe' de Ste. Anne, Mardi Gras 2009</title><content type='html'>Elsewhere in America, Tuesday was just another work day...&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaYuZsVxWCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ujP_4fivUhw/s1600-h/SA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaYuZsVxWCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ujP_4fivUhw/s400/SA1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306980229836789794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More photos:  &lt;a href="http://insidenola.blogspot.com/2009/02/societe-de-ste-anne-mardi-gras-2009.html"&gt;http://insidenola.blogspot.com/2009/02/societe-de-ste-anne-mardi-gras-2009.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-8024242489728368442?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8024242489728368442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8024242489728368442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/societe-de-ste-anne-mardi-gras-2009.html' title='Societe&apos; de Ste. Anne, Mardi Gras 2009'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaYuZsVxWCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ujP_4fivUhw/s72-c/SA1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-8614265415336843727</id><published>2009-02-22T23:43:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:01:30.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night at the Palace &amp; Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaLpfT8mdOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UfihA1am83Q/s1600-h/%7EBrenner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaLpfT8mdOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UfihA1am83Q/s200/%7EBrenner1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306060035135534306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Near the intersection of St. Mary Street and Sophie Wright Place are two of Uptown's main photographic venues, the Darkroom and the New Orleans Photo Alliance Gallery. Both feature similarly obsessive and shadowy subject matter: pool halls and desire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JackieBrenner's &lt;i&gt;Friday Night at the Palace&lt;/i&gt; pool-hall series hints at her better-known stripper studies. Featuring stark, black-and-white views executed in a style somewhere between film noir and social work, it suggests how gracefully dancer-like pool players can be. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaTh2HGR6-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/mofY33WuF8c/s1600-h/%7EBrenner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaTh2HGR6-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/mofY33WuF8c/s200/%7EBrenner2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306614580683860962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But where her strippers' inner lives were revealed in close-ups of personal detail, here the pool-player psyche appears in the facial expressions and body language of competitors armed with pool cues. So we are left with a sense of the game as chess for contortionists, as we see in an image of a player attempting a tricky behind the back shot.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;i&gt;Desire&lt;/i&gt;, at the Photo Alliance, can seem a little oblique at first, but that may have to do with curator Mayumi Lake's own proclivities as a photographer of quirky eroticism. The show runs the gamut from subtle to blatant, with the former including such ambiguities as Steffanie Halley's shot of a pretty redheaded girl sporting what may be a love hickey, or just a brush burn on her neck. Tones of pink and green run rampant through more blatant works articulating erotic quirks with John Waters-like abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SagpCHMCEzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LsKiPV4EeCI/s1600-h/Gommersall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SagpCHMCEzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LsKiPV4EeCI/s400/Gommersall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307537277122122546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the most interesting images feature a sort of blatant ambiguity: Andrea Caldwell's cute girl sipping wine as the Iraq war unwinds on TV, or Catherine Gommersall's photo of a young woman having a meaningful relationship with a stuffed fox in a room that might make Waters green with envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE PALACE: Pool Hall Photographs by Jackie Brenner&lt;br /&gt;Through March 7&lt;br /&gt;The Darkroom, 1927 Sophie Wright Place, 522-3211; www.neworleansdarkroom.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRE: Group Exhibition of Photographs Curated by Mayumi Lake&lt;br /&gt;Through March 21&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans Photo Alliance, 1111 St. Mary St., 610-4899;&lt;br /&gt;www.neworleansphotoalliance.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-8614265415336843727?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8614265415336843727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8614265415336843727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-night-at-palace-desire.html' title='Friday Night at the Palace &amp; Desire'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SaLpfT8mdOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UfihA1am83Q/s72-c/%7EBrenner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-6385551851186878071</id><published>2009-02-20T12:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:58:49.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boom is Over--Long Live the Art</title><content type='html'>The New York Times has a great overview of the contemporary art boom/bust cycle over recent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The contemporary art market is a vulnerable organism, traditionally hit early and hard by economic malaise. That’s what’s happening now. Sales are vaporizing ...rents are due. The boom that was is no more...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the 21st century, New York is just one more art town among many... Contemporary art belongs to the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/15/arts/design/15cott.html?sq=holland%20cotter&amp;amp;st=cse&amp;amp;scp=4&amp;amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/15/arts/design/15cott.html?sq=holland%20cotter&amp;amp;st=cse&amp;amp;scp=4&amp;amp;pagewanted=all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-6385551851186878071?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/6385551851186878071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/6385551851186878071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/boom-is-over-long-live-art.html' title='The Boom is Over--Long Live the Art'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-417415319039259839</id><published>2009-02-19T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:46:18.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the (White) Cube!</title><content type='html'>Jerry Saltz on "spatial peculiarity" and NY's venerable White Columns gallery--read it here:&lt;a href="http://www.artnet.com/magazineus/features/saltz/saltz2-18-09.asp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artnet.com/magazineus/features/saltz/saltz2-18-09.asp"&gt;http://www.artnet.com/magazineus/features/saltz/saltz2-18-09.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-417415319039259839?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/417415319039259839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/417415319039259839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/down-with-white-cube.html' title='Down with the (White) Cube!'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-5313911826898750532</id><published>2009-02-15T02:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:52:44.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bishop, Bourgeois, Boyd and Charbonnet at Arthur Roger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="4116430378973529147"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 15, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="Photo"&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeLRV_VkaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Q1in1HN9AfU/s1600-h/Bishop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeLRV_VkaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Q1in1HN9AfU/s400/Bishop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302860216328884642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost Worlds&lt;/span&gt; by Jacqueline Bishop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A LOSS FOR WORDS: New Works by Jacqueline Bishop and Douglas Bourgeois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Loss for Words&lt;/span&gt;, and this two-person exhibition of recent work by Jacqueline Bishop and Douglas Bourgeois is startling in any number of ways. Both bring a mind-boggling deftness to the act of painting, with imagery that you might need a magnifying glass to fully appreciate. Beyond fanatical technique, both display qualities of imagination that take us on a journey, not only to fantastically beautiful other worlds, but also to the realization that these otherworldly places are really, in one way or another, situated in our own backyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bourgeois, who still lives in his Assumption Parish hometown of St. Amant, inhabits that lush frontier where American pop culture bumps up against, not only bayou country, but also ancient mythology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeMAgoqFdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2FTLDzHBmlg/s1600-h/%7EVenus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeMAgoqFdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2FTLDzHBmlg/s400/%7EVenus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302861026640401874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skeletor and Venus&lt;/span&gt;, a nude Creole Venus appears in a colorfully shabby kitchen where a Skeletor-like robot is about to raid her refrigerator. Both seem oblivious to ankle-deep flooding and a Leda-like swan paddling beneath the depression-era kitchen table in a scene that is provincial yet sweeping in its psychic and mythic overtones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeRONEggFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ylYdJve-xIs/s1600-h/B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeRONEggFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ylYdJve-xIs/s320/B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302866759464812626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZfCRCI_46I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ia9rO7esnqM/s1600-h/B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZfCRCI_46I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ia9rO7esnqM/s320/B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302920684140225442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His painted collages and woodcuts extend those themes more abstractly, yet it is his lovingly painted school yearbook portraits that somehow meld the parochial and the universal in Bourgeois’ unique blend of down-home alchemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years Jacqueline Bishop’s surreal landscapes have explored that strange zone where creation and destruction, beauty and danger, seem to coexist. Inspired by Brazil’s Amazon rain forests and Louisiana’s coastal ecology, her elaborately rendered paintings reveal the hidden places of the swamp, the rainforest and the mind, probing their inner secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeTWrJvEHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d70-POngL88/s1600-h/Bishop3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeTWrJvEHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d70-POngL88/s320/Bishop3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302869104002011250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here all things are connected through sinewy creepers and invisible ecology, birds are both spirits and messengers, and nests are ecological reliquaries adrift in an increasingly alien universe, as we see in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World Presence&lt;/span&gt;, pictured. Bishop’s notions of cosmic connectedness find further expression in a series of collage paintings featuring ink portraits of birds superimposed on newsprint from around the world, as well as in a series of delicate landscapes painted on baby shoes scavenged from the streets of New Orleans, Brazil and Peru. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Loss for Words&lt;/span&gt; brings together the work of two artists whose unique yet related visions articulate the global nature of the local, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeV37biAJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jqQ_Am9vpiE/s1600-h/Bishop4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeV37biAJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jqQ_Am9vpiE/s400/Bishop4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302871874330558610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Story of Bruce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: An Exhibition of Recent Work by Blake Boyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Story of Bruce, Boyd’s third opera and newest addition to his twenty-year &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZhTovixjdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uZ_eg0yQ62s/s1600-h/Blake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZhTovixjdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uZ_eg0yQ62s/s200/Blake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303080520650952146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;conceptual artwork, is based upon his book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Space Bunny&lt;/span&gt; which he wrote in 1978 while in the second grade. Boyd rewrote the book in 1988 when he was in high school, at which time he had dreams of being an animator. It is intended to represent the third piece of 'chamber music' and consists of a wall of water-colors, a wall of photographs, a free standing sculpture and a timeline documenting the artist’s history of incorporating a rabbit throughout his work." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cartoon content by Bunny Matthews was featured in the original version of the installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZhSLGFskII/AAAAAAAAALg/u0AFWWdZvlw/s1600-h/Blake_Boyd_The_Story_of_Bruce_Installation_View_3347_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZhSLGFskII/AAAAAAAAALg/u0AFWWdZvlw/s320/Blake_Boyd_The_Story_of_Bruce_Installation_View_3347_32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303078911795302530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZhSztQUXeI/AAAAAAAAALw/MTdD7BTyoh8/s1600-h/Blake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZhSztQUXeI/AAAAAAAAALw/MTdD7BTyoh8/s200/Blake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303079609503604194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Dots, Loops, Stripes and Finches&lt;/i&gt;: Paintings by Nicole Charbonnet&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                        &lt;table align="right" border="0" cellspacing="5" width="235"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZfRv_m3kGI/AAAAAAAAALY/EngU7lxyfws/s1600-h/%7ECharbonnet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZfRv_m3kGI/AAAAAAAAALY/EngU7lxyfws/s320/%7ECharbonnet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302937708710563938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p class="RecommendedBodyCopy"&gt;Nicole Charbonnet's paintings don't always look like paintings as we know them. Densely textured and layered with chalky washes and translucent paper, her deceptively simple images evoke faded wallpaper or painted, sun-bleached signs on the sides of old buildings. Iconic renderings of zebras, wolves, flowers, dots, stripes or even Wonder Woman come across as ghostly afterimages that suggest partial recollections from the dim recesses of memory. Details are lost in much the way memories fade over time. Alternating between clearly rendered lines and partial obscurity allows the images to breathe and creates spaces that invite the viewer into the work in an exploration of subconscious, often poetic, associations. Charbonnet says: "Remembering furnishes a vantage point. ... Scavenging and interpreting the past opens a gateway into the future." — &lt;i&gt;D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arthur Roger @434, 434 Julia St.522-1999; www.arthurrogergallery.com     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-5313911826898750532?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/5313911826898750532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/5313911826898750532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/bishop-bourgeois-boyd-and-charbonnet-at.html' title='Bishop, Bourgeois, Boyd and Charbonnet at Arthur Roger'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZeLRV_VkaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Q1in1HN9AfU/s72-c/Bishop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-242042054082940418</id><published>2009-02-13T11:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:15:05.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing: Rem Koolhass' TVCC Hotel Burns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/china/2009-02/10/content_7458741.htm"&gt;http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/china/2009-02/10/content_7458741.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artforum.com/video/id=22004&amp;amp;mode=large"&gt;http://www.artforum.com/video/id=22004&amp;amp;mode=large&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZnJCRnYNPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xCbk3XH1wQ0/s1600-h/beijing-cctv-building-fire-11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZnJCRnYNPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xCbk3XH1wQ0/s320/beijing-cctv-building-fire-11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303491077130958066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZiz9ESZY8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/975hT4pq7vc/s1600-h/tvcc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZiz9ESZY8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/975hT4pq7vc/s320/tvcc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303186422933054402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-242042054082940418?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/242042054082940418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/242042054082940418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/beijing-rem-koolhaus-tvcc-bldg-burns.html' title='Beijing: Rem Koolhass&apos; TVCC Hotel Burns'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZnJCRnYNPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xCbk3XH1wQ0/s72-c/beijing-cctv-building-fire-11.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-8005543545051128948</id><published>2009-02-09T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:16:13.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Levine at Ammo</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="ContentDate"&gt;FEBRUARY  9, 2009&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" border="0" cellspacing="5" width="235"&gt;           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;          &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/binary/b9cf/art_rec-3.jpg" alt="" width="225" height="281"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michelle Levine's&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Signs of the Times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; series of 40 realistic oil paintings of storm-ravaged McDonald's Golden Arches in various stages of disrepair resonates on several different levels. Initially painted in the wake of Hurricane Katrina as a way of creatively coping with the chaos, Levine's works, such as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Severn at West Esplanade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (pictured), have assumed additional layers of meaning. These days, blighted and abandoned properties reflect not just post-K New Orleans but also the state of the nation in the wake of the housing and financial collapse — proof killer storms can be economic as well as meteorological. — &lt;i&gt;D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;SIGNS OF THE TIMES: Forty Paintings by Michelle Levine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Through Feb. 18&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AMMO, 938 Royal St., 220-9077; &lt;a href="http://www.ammoarts.com/"&gt;www.ammoarts.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font class="ContentDate"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-8005543545051128948?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8005543545051128948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8005543545051128948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/michelle-levine-at-ammo.html' title='Michelle Levine at Ammo'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-4464004876553493474</id><published>2009-02-08T01:17:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:57:40.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview: Mel Chin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZxX-KeXdjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8N9ovNBy-Ho/s1600-h/Chin.Mel.+NAEA.s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZxX-KeXdjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8N9ovNBy-Ho/s400/Chin.Mel.+NAEA.s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304211186610828850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 8, 2009&lt;br /&gt;An Interview with Mel Chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mel Chin's Operation Paydirt Aims to Gets the Lead Out of New Orleans' Inner City Neighborhoods.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Cover story, January-February issue of Art Papers.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;br /&gt;Mel Chin’s art defies easy classification. An amalgam of the scientific and poetic, his work has for decades addressed social and ecological concerns. Growing up in Houston, where he was born in 1951, he worked in his Chinese parent’s grocery store in a mostly African-American and Latino neighborhood, and began making art at an early age. As a mature artist he has undertaken projects with an activist edge designed to provoke greater social awareness on behalf of marginalized peoples here in America or abroad. He is especially concerned with the social and physical ecology of economically depressed areas and struggling inner-city neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insidenola.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview-mel-chin.html"&gt;http://insidenola.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview-mel-chin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-4464004876553493474?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4464004876553493474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4464004876553493474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-8-2009-interview-with-mel-chin.html' title='Interview: Mel Chin'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZxX-KeXdjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8N9ovNBy-Ho/s72-c/Chin.Mel.+NAEA.s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-3643521542974941753</id><published>2009-02-07T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:36:47.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="ContentDate"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY 8, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Raine Bedsole's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.artscouncilofneworleans.org/article.php?story=20081117181133474"&gt;Remembering Boat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;at West End Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;A Project of the New Orleans Arts Council's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art in Public Places&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;public art initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="picnb"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artscouncilofneworleans.org/pubartimages/Picture%20106.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;water has nothing to do with luck&lt;br /&gt;and everything to do with chance&lt;br /&gt;water is the music of consequence&lt;br /&gt;the water is hungry... the water wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poetry by Tony Fitzpatrick &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist's Website:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rainebedsole.com/"&gt;http://www.rainebedsole.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-3643521542974941753?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3643521542974941753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3643521542974941753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/remembering-boat.html' title='Remembering Boat'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-25854896213320577</id><published>2009-02-06T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:41:04.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOFT ARCHITECTURE: Fabric Structures, Enclosures and Security Devices by 9 Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY6LN0TchHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9_K_arGSlQY/s1600-h/Soft+Architecture+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY6LN0TchHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9_K_arGSlQY/s400/Soft+Architecture+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300326880956417138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;by D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is soft architecture? For literalists, there are tents and yurts, but little is ever literal at KK Projects, where structures range from fabric confessionals to oversized Japanese lanterns suitable for occupation by human contortionists. There's even a colorfully ritualistic looking series of rock pile formations. Faith Gay's Rocks are little boulders made of fabrics printed in the pop-culture motifs of the 1960s,with brightly tinted flowers and stripes oddly ossified into pop geology. The confessional is Seth Damm's Surrender House, a tent with fabric shutters, a blue tarp roof and an alcove behind which Damm, in his fabric coyote mask, heard tales of transgressions, real or imaginary, on opening night. Lorna Leedy's contribution to performance was her Cardboard Box Maze along Villere Street, a combination obstacle course and maze that proved popular with the neighborhood kids. In the main gallery, her Bandage Tents resemble illuminated pup tents and are so-named because they are made of many little Band-Aid-size strips of fabric stitched like so many brush strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-curator Caroline Rankin and collaborator Megan Whitmarsh dispense with literalism entirely, opting for pure poetic license with their Abbra Cadabbra Home Security System installation, featuring taught lines of bright red yarn whimsically posing as deadly red laser beams protecting a huge "diamond," actually a softball-size fabric sculpture. Ricki Hill's Animal/Vegetable is a two-story-tall tapestry elaborately concocted from "salvaged fabric, natural dyes and embroidery." Its unusual length, which spills out onto the floor, gives it a somewhat surreal aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY6KTDMMVoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_JdpiQgI3Ds/s1600-h/%7EHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY6KTDMMVoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_JdpiQgI3Ds/s200/%7EHill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300325871340246658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a quick trip across the street takes us to a realm of science fiction in the form of her Cocoons installation of portentous-looking pods hanging from the ceiling of a derelict cottage. In the courtyard, Judy Bolton and James Vela's Making Rainbows is a whimsical rainbow-making device in the form of a metal tower with a glass mister on top. This sets the tone for Heather Gibbons' Corpus Traces installation of her poetry on clear, shower curtain-like sheets hanging from the ceiling of the exposed back room of another dilapidated cottage — all of which marks the triumph of poetic license over literalism in yet another KK Projects adventure in new art in the heart of St. Roch. — D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through February&lt;br /&gt;KK Projects/Imaginary Showroom, 2448 N. Villere St., 218-8701; www.kkprojects.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-25854896213320577?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/25854896213320577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/25854896213320577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/soft-architecture-fabric-structures.html' title='SOFT ARCHITECTURE: Fabric Structures, Enclosures and Security Devices by 9 Artists'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY6LN0TchHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9_K_arGSlQY/s72-c/Soft+Architecture+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-951731048536654401</id><published>2009-02-06T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:08:55.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTIABECEDARIANS: A Group Show of Telekinesis Proxenators in Franca Lingua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZi5pZcLZjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KaLKpxBPqgs/s1600-h/%7Evon+damitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-icons"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1711553868"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=9083318226083048873&amp;amp;postID=25854896213320577" title="Edit Post"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt; &lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"&gt; &lt;span class="post-location"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt; &lt;a name="951731048536654401"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="post-icons"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1711553868"&gt;&lt;a href="post-edit.g?blogID=9083318226083048873&amp;amp;postID=25854896213320577" title="Edit Post"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt; &lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"&gt; &lt;span class="post-location"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt; &lt;a name="951731048536654401"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-26-2009-antiabecedarians-at.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZi5pZcLZjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KaLKpxBPqgs/s1600-h/%7Evon+damitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-icons"&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1711553868"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/post-edit.g?blogID=9083318226083048873&amp;amp;postID=25854896213320577" title="Edit Post"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt; &lt;span class="post-labels"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"&gt; &lt;span class="post-location"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt; &lt;a name="951731048536654401"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZi5pZcLZjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KaLKpxBPqgs/s1600-h/%7Evon+damitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZi5pZcLZjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KaLKpxBPqgs/s400/%7Evon+damitz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303192682083608114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The name &lt;i&gt;Antiabecedarians&lt;/i&gt; is taken from a literary cult noted in James Joyce's novel &lt;i&gt;Finnegan's Wake&lt;/i&gt;, and it sets an appropriately poetic tone for this unusual expo of work by 32 alternative artists. Curated by Myrtle von Damitz, whose beautifully convoluted paintings are emblematic, it marks a rare gathering of a subculture I like to think of as the performance artists of daily life in what amounts to a kind of fringe festival of gallery art. Von Damitz's paintings, such as &lt;i&gt;Watch Out For Prudence&lt;/i&gt;, above, meld the notion of a cultural underground with a vision that could also hark to Hecate, the Greek goddess of the underworld.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY5tE8sI8UI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UPRQtLbkHDI/s1600-h/%7EMartin.+Delaney.B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY5tE8sI8UI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UPRQtLbkHDI/s200/%7EMartin.+Delaney.B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300293743239819586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Delaney Martin's &lt;i&gt;A Diamond is Forever&lt;/i&gt; is one of the strongest pieces. The chandelier-like form with massive but fragile swatches of wax hanging from it is a memorial to her recently departed grandmother and a meditation on impermanence and the cycles of life. Anna Powell's detailed, realistically painted portraits of local shotgun houses radiate the aura of their human history, while Rose Willow McBurney's human portraits seem to express the psychic architecture of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY6CGHAvX6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8foA5EanLAE/s1600-h/%7EChesley+Allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY6CGHAvX6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8foA5EanLAE/s400/%7EChesley+Allen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300316852934631330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chesley Allen's haunting painting of a nude on an ice floe with a slain mer-doe takes the term "ice princess" back to the realm of myth, and Allison Termine's landscape &lt;i&gt;Shelter&lt;/i&gt; evokes the delicacy of Japanese scroll painting. This stands in contrast to the only real scroll paintings in the show, the work of Taylor Lee Shephard, whose &lt;i&gt;Cyclograph&lt;/i&gt; — a construction of polished wood, a hand crank and gears — powers a continuous scroll of bird-men in a snake dance of Native American mythology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY896lCSECI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sWkzBtOthkE/s1600-h/%7EKeller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SY896lCSECI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sWkzBtOthkE/s200/%7EKeller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300523363021754402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kourtney Keller's &lt;i&gt;Waitless&lt;/i&gt;, a video of a woman doing yoga-like handstands projected on a feather, epitomizes something of the mystery, magic and symbolism so much of this show seems to be about. Beyond all that, &lt;i&gt;Antiabecedarians&lt;/i&gt; is a lot of fun, a blessed relief from the overly academic work that has come to dominate certain art capitals in recent decades. — &lt;i&gt;D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Through Feb. 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barrister's Gallery, 2331 St. Claude Ave., 525-2767; &lt;a href="http://www.barristersgallery.com/"&gt;www.barristersgaller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barristersgallery.com/"&gt;y.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-951731048536654401?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/951731048536654401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/951731048536654401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/january-26-2009-antiabecedarians-at.html' title='ANTIABECEDARIANS: A Group Show of Telekinesis Proxenators in Franca Lingua'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZi5pZcLZjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KaLKpxBPqgs/s72-c/%7Evon+damitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-8041359873742080859</id><published>2009-02-06T23:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:01:08.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Muses: Recent Work by Female Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="InsertBox"&gt;                         &lt;span class="ContentDate"&gt;JANUARY 19, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="ContentImage"&gt;     &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/binary/852b/art_rec-2.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="198" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;                                                          &lt;p&gt;Just who are Muses, anyway? In mythology, they are the daughters of Zeus who became protectors of art and science, but the Muses in this show are mostly daughters of Louisiana who reflect their own uniquely female points of view in unusual and unexpected ways. Often conceptual or abstract, the variety of visions can be challenging.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  The Carnivalesque abstraction &lt;i&gt;Flow&lt;/i&gt; (pictured), by New York-based Louisiana native Margaret Evangeline, suggests the serpentine flames of Mardi Gras flambeaux as well as the elusive aura of female charisma. Related in tone, yet very different in execution, is Opelousas artist Shawne Major's massive mixed-media tapestry, &lt;i&gt;Poly-Haptic&lt;/i&gt;. Made from beads, trinkets and costume jewelry, it explores the relationships between the ephemeral and the ethereal, the chaos of the streets after a parade has passed and the precious beaded dresses reclaimed from grandma's attic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  All of this is a far cry from the subtle yet colorfully effusive abstraction &lt;i&gt;Smoke and Laughter&lt;/i&gt; by Adrée Carter. Building on abstract expressionism, Carter infuses her work with her uniquely personal perspective. The serpentine curve returns in the elegant simplicity of Anastasia Pelias' &lt;i&gt;Automatic Painting (Red, Blue)&lt;/i&gt;, a study in the sinuous and sensuous. Monica Zeringue's large, figurative graphite drawing, &lt;i&gt;Structure 4&lt;/i&gt;, takes us to the traditions of figurative realism — or does it? In this drawing, Zeringue arranges mysterious young girls in a dreamlike composition rife with poetic ambiguity and psychic complexity in a haunting new hybrid that somehow resonates, at least compositionally, with Michel Varisco's vast tree photo, &lt;i&gt;Ribbon&lt;/i&gt;, as well as the box assemblage &lt;i&gt;Collecting Dreams&lt;/i&gt; by the mysterious paragon of inner-child surrealism, Audra Kohout. Throw in Sharon Jacques' surreal mixed-media construction &lt;i&gt;Captivate&lt;/i&gt;; Elizabeth Shannon's large, conceptual installation &lt;i&gt;Louisiana Emblem&lt;/i&gt;, with its psychiatrist's couch and bureaucratic numerology; and Regina Scully's expressionistic painting, &lt;i&gt;City&lt;/i&gt;, and you have a provocative show that reads like a Rorschach test. No two people will see it in the same way — a challenge that may also be its strength. — &lt;i&gt;D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;   &lt;p&gt;MUSES: Recent Work by Female Artists&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through Feb. 20&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Heriard-Cimino Gallery, 440 Julia St., 525-7300; &lt;a href="http://www.heriardcimino.com/"&gt;www.heriardcimino.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-book-is-made-works-by-american-and.html"&gt;HOW A BOOK IS MADE: Works by American and International Artists&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span class="ContentDate"&gt;JANUARY 12, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        &lt;table align="left" border="0" cellspacing="5" width="310"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;          &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/binary/5edf/art_rec-2.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How a Book is Made &lt;/span&gt;is a large exhibition of contemporary artists' works exploring the place and meaning of books in an increasingly virtual world. Some are handmade artist books, some look nothing like traditional books at all, and others — such as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bookcase&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (pictured) by Sibylle Peretti and Stephen Paul Day — feature traditional books modified in surreal or magical ways. Curator Karoline Schleh explores books as ideas expressed through everything from images and text to the techniques of book-binding and printing. — &lt;i&gt;D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Through Jan. 27&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Collins C. Diboll Gallery, Loyola University, 861-456; &lt;a href="http://www.loyno.edu/dibollgallery"&gt;www.loyno.edu/dibollgallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="ContentStoryHeader"&gt;                         &lt;span class="ContentDate"&gt;JANUARY  5, 2009&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;div class="InsertBox"&gt;          &lt;div class="ContentImage"&gt;     &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/binary/e94a/art_rec-3.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="267" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Built Environment at the PRC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;                                                          &lt;p&gt;  Since 1974, the Preservation Resource Center has worked diligently to promote the preservation of New Orleans' historic architecture and culture. Less well known is that the ground floor of its spectacular Victorian gothic headquarters hosts art shows. The current exhibit, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Built Environment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, features work by Brandi Couvillion, Stirling Barrett, Samantha Berg, Mary Fitzpatrick, Michelle Kimball, Bridget Kling, Alexa Pulitzer and Hal Williamson. Couvillion's assemblages take preservation to a new level of immediacy by employing recently unearthed relics from the distant past — bits of china, glass bottles and porcelain doll parts — excavated from archeological digs in some of the oldest parts of the city. Couvillion takes these fragments of the past and strives to capture the city's often elegant decay. — &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Built Environment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Through Jan. 10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Preservation Resource Center, 923 Tchoupitoulas St., 636-3040; &lt;a href="http://www.prcno.org/"&gt;www.prcno.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-8041359873742080859?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8041359873742080859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8041359873742080859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/muses-recent-work-by-female-artists.html' title='Muses: Recent Work by Female Artists'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-3342716946038495320</id><published>2009-02-06T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:37:21.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Art Save a City?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ContentStoryHeader"&gt;                         &lt;span class="ContentDate"&gt;DECEMBER 29, 2008&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="InsertBox"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ContentImage"&gt;     &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/binary/0bd3/art_review-1.jpg" alt="Black Fireworks by Cai Guo-Qiang, the Prospect.1 artist responsible for the fireworks at the Beijing Olympics, illuminates the auditorium at the Colton School on St. Claude Avenue.  " width="200" height="142" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span class="imagecaption"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black Fireworks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by Cai Guo-Qiang, the Prospect.1 artist responsible for the fireworks at the Beijing Olympics, illuminates the auditorium at the Colton School on St. Claude Avenue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div class="AlsoInBoxStandard"&gt;     &lt;div class="AlsoInInnerBoxStandard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;                                                          &lt;p&gt;Can art save a city?" So began a glowing article on the Prospect.1 biennial in the National Trust for Historic Preservation's magazine, &lt;i&gt;Preservation&lt;/i&gt;. Even if it sounds far-fetched, it may not really be much of a stretch. Prospect.1 is the most obvious example, but it's not the only ambitious art effort designed to reclaim New Orleans' greatness. Although our art scene has long been bigger and more vibrant than those of many other cities, we were often insulated from both the global cultural elite and the backstreet communities of the inner city. That began to change in 2008, as the art world's leaders visited en masse and artists increasingly focused attention on our most neglected neighborhoods.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"It's almost like being in some other city," says gallery owner Arthur Roger. "There's a fresh, new energy here now." Jonathan Ferrara, of the gallery that bears his name, agrees. "I was at Prospect.1's booth at the Art Basel art fair, and the people who were coming up and discussing their experiences here were some of the top names in the international art world. It was amazing." Of course, the Wall Street crash that preceded Prospect.1's opening undoubtedly hampered attendance and cash flow, yet it and other projects designed with socio-economic benefits in mind, have still been game changers as reflected in glowing stories in &lt;i&gt;The New York Times&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/i&gt;, London's &lt;i&gt;The Guardian&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Art Daily&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Artforum&lt;/i&gt; and on NPR's &lt;i&gt;All Things Considered&lt;/i&gt;, among others. Prospect.1 is the most visible part of a movement of America's brightest and most creative citizens to come to the city to help "make it right," as Brad Pitt so aptly put it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Consequently, New Orleans is now the leading American city for "relational" or "community-based art," with many new projects building on old stalwarts such as the KID smART program for inner-city youth and the Arts Council's varied initiatives. One of the most ambitious is acclaimed conceptual artist Mel Chin's &lt;i&gt;Fundred&lt;/i&gt; project for removing the lead from soil estimated to have poisoned 30 percent of New Orleans' at-risk youth, contributing to learning disabilities, crime and violence. Tulane/Xavier Center for Bioenvironmental Research scientist Howard Mielke estimates the cleanup cost at $300 million, and Chin has already given countless hours and many thousands of dollars to the task. (Visit &lt;a href="http://www.fundred.org/"&gt;www.fundred.org&lt;/a&gt; for more information.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Inspired community art efforts include the St. Claude Collective's art and healing center at 2372 St. Claude Ave., the Creative Alliance of New Orleans' Colton School project at 2300 St. Claude Ave., a Prospect.1 site that also provides free studio and exhibition space to more than 100 artists who agreed to create collaborative works with New Orleans high school students. The project Sculpture for New Orleans treats the city as one big exhibition space and has so far installed 21 major world-class sculptures to enhance its position as a global art capital. AORTA Projects uses grassroots art installations to enliven the post-disaster landscape so "crisis becomes an opportunity for positive growth" — a goal shared by Transforma Projects, which has the motto: "Every community needs the creative power of its people." What these and related groups share is a sense of New Orleans as an artwork unto itself, where the creative community is actively engaged in what Seventh Ward art activist Willie Birch calls "the practice of being here."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-3342716946038495320?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3342716946038495320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/3342716946038495320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-art-save-city.html' title='Can Art Save a City?'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-7315484958089339222</id><published>2009-02-06T23:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:52:48.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prospect.1 in the Lower Ninth Ward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-VQsotORI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PzpuhLxgHcQ/s1600-h/%7EP1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-VQsotORI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PzpuhLxgHcQ/s400/%7EP1.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305123000158075154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ContentStoryHeader"&gt; &lt;span class="ContentByLine"&gt;BY &lt;a href="http://bestofneworleans.com/gyrobase/Archive?author=oid%3A26073" title="Click here for D. Eric Bookhardt archives"&gt;D. ERIC BOOKHARDT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="imagecaption"&gt;Adam Cvijanovic's swamp murals at the Tekrema Center share space with the assorted relics of the antique structure's former inhabitants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not long after Prospect.1 opened, the &lt;i&gt;Houston Chronicle&lt;/i&gt;'s art writer, Douglas Britt, ran some photos in his "Arts in Houston" blog with the comment: "There was some terrific art at the conventional sites, but what really made this biennial special was the site-specific installations in the Lower 9th Ward." Others have said as much for the city overall, but the Lower Ninth really is special — not because of the destruction, but for the sense you get on a quiet, sunny day in Holy Cross that this may be the most soulful neighborhood in America. Traces of things hauntingly poetic coexist with the damage and decay, but the biennial is the main attraction, and trying to find all the sites by car can pose some navigational challenges. What follows are a few tips for finding your way around, as well as some commentary on the installations themselves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first step is to get to the L9 Center for the Arts (539 Caffin Ave.). On one side is Anne Deleporte's ethereal &lt;i&gt;Editorial Blue&lt;/i&gt; collage mural, and the other side features Keith Calhoun and Chandra McCormick's eloquent photographs of local street life culled from what they could salvage of their three decades worth of work after the storm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a nearby table are Prospect.1's free and very helpful maps of its site-specific installations in the area, and this map is really the only way to find them by car because the larger official map lacks the necessary street information.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Catercorner from the L9 Center is Wangechi Mutu's &lt;i&gt;Miss Sarah's House&lt;/i&gt;, a skeletal frame where Sarah Lastie's house once stood. Luminous at twilight, it's essentially a visualization that will hopefully lead to its restoration.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next stop is the nearby Tekrema Center (5640 Burgundy St.), a one-time hardware store that now houses a mysterious installation by Chilean artist Sebastián Preece. Like an odd archeological dig, it features concrete slabs turned upside down, or replaced with other concrete slabs to reveal secret topologies or obscure geopsychic excavations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-WhTdtixI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7g30OTfCFM8/s1600-h/%7Eart_review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-WhTdtixI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7g30OTfCFM8/s320/%7Eart_review.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305124384970476306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upstairs, the walls are covered in Louisiana swamp murals by New York painter Adam Cvijanovic, which are upstaged by the house itself, a time warp filled with the spirits of its former inhabitants and their assorted relics, some of which remain on a mantle in the form of old turpentine and mouthwash bottles, a battered crucifix and a calendar from February 1924. &lt;/p&gt;More problematic is a house (5418 Dauphine St.) transformed by the talented German artist Katharina Grosse into a fiery expressionist painting. Such tactics work well in soulless urban environments but can seem tone deaf in this most soulful of neighborhoods.  &lt;p&gt;While Mark Bradford's house-size ark (2201 Caffin Ave.) is well known, Miguel Palma's &lt;i&gt;Rescue Games&lt;/i&gt; piece at the Lower Ninth Ward Village (1001 Charbonnet St.) is no less monumental. A life-size recreation of a World War II Higgins landing craft, it holds a shallow sea of water that becomes a tidal surge when the craft lurches to and fro on hydraulic pistons as the eerie soundtrack from Janine Antoni's video of horrified eyes and wrecking balls emanates from the next room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The flood ravaged Battleground Baptist Church (2200 Flood St.) holds Nari Ward's &lt;i&gt;Diamond Gym&lt;/i&gt; sculpture. A skeletal diamond-shaped steel cage filled with gym equipment surrounded by mirrors, it makes an inexplicably powerful statement to the accompaniment of famous Civil Rights-era sermons. Robin Rhode's simple fountain in the shell of a former playground structure (2500 Caffin Ave.) is meditative when the water's turned on, but almost disappears when it's not.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-VmF61dVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UKoRF-7k3QQ/s1600-h/%7EErlich.+Leandro+P.1-DB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-VmF61dVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UKoRF-7k3QQ/s320/%7EErlich.+Leandro+P.1-DB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305123367722251602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, Argentine artist Leandro Ehrlich's great &lt;i&gt;Window and Ladder&lt;/i&gt; sculpture (1800 Deslonde St.) serendipitously takes us to the new Brad Pitt houses and the old Common Ground compound, where Egyptian artist Ghada Amer's spindly &lt;i&gt;Happily Ever After&lt;/i&gt; metal sculpture suggests the fragility of such glad tidings. With regard to the Lower Ninth Ward, we can only hope it's a prophecy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;p class="TimeDateVenue"&gt;Through Jan. 18&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="TimeDateVenue"&gt;Various Sites, 715-3968; &lt;a href="http://www.prospectneworleans.org/"&gt;www.prospectneworleans.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-7315484958089339222?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/7315484958089339222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/7315484958089339222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/december-22-2008-by-d_06.html' title='Prospect.1 in the Lower Ninth Ward'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-VQsotORI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PzpuhLxgHcQ/s72-c/%7EP1.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-4083872837145368470</id><published>2009-02-06T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:16:10.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PhotoNOLA: THINK POSITIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="ContentDate"&gt;DECEMBER 15, 2008&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ContentByLine"&gt;BY &lt;a href="http://bestofneworleans.com/gyrobase/Archive?author=oid%3A26073" title="Click here for D. Eric Bookhardt archives"&gt;D. ERIC BOOKHARDT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;p&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Through December&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="TimeDateVenue"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Various Venues, 610-4899; &lt;a href="http://www.photonola.org/"&gt;www.photonola.org&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.neworleansphotoalliance.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.neworleansphotoalliance.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table width="310" align="left" border="0" cellspacing="5"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;          &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/binary/7729/art_review-2.jpg" alt="In Kyle Cassidy's ironic Chris and Cecelia, handguns appear as tattoos and a small pistol almost blends in amid the clutter of the kitchen." width="300" height="206" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span class="imagecaption"&gt;In Kyle Cassidy's ironic &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chris and Cecelia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, handguns appear as tattoos and a small pistol almost blends in amid the clutter of the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;We find ourselves in momentous times. Big things are happening not only globally, but in New Orleans' art community. Fortunately, most of our momentous local art events are of the positive sort, with the successful inaugural Fringe Festival last month, the very large Prospect.1 international biennial continuing through mid-January, and now the New Orleans Photo Alliance's third annual PhotoNOLA expo through December. With work at more than eight museums and three dozen galleries and alternative spaces, it is clearly too big for a single review, so I'll indulge in a bit of trend spotting amid the sheer mass of offerings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One genre that really stands out this year is street photography, not so much in the traditional sense of 20th century street photographers like Robert Frank or Lee Friedlander, but as a rebirth of the practice of documenting communities and subcultures. What had been a primary focus of WPA-era photographers such as Dorothea Lange and Russell Lee is back on the front burner again, as we see in several new expos and especially two different yet topically related shows at the McKenna Museum of African-American Art and the Photo Alliance Gallery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shootout: Lonely Crusade ... An Homage to Jamel Shabazz&lt;/i&gt; at the McKenna Museum features 25 emerging photographers inspired by the street portraiture of Brooklyn photographer Shabazz from the early days of hip-hop, first in magazines and later in books like &lt;i&gt;A Time Before Crack&lt;/i&gt;. Shabazz was a master of extemporaneous eloquence, but in this show, because each photographer is represented by only one or two images, it's hard to get any real sense of their individual vision, causing many to come across as glorified snapshots. Even so, it's a gritty, gutsy show that works as an installation. It also is an interesting counterpoint to the Prospect.1 exhibition (upstairs) of more formally posed portraits by prominent photographer Malick Sidibé of Mali produced during the African nation's transitional years in the '60s and '70s.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At 527 Gallery on Julia Street, Tina Freeman's obliquely related color photographs of elaborate graffiti in a vast, abandoned industrial building evoke an Anselm Kiefer take on a street-punk dystopia. And Lori Waselchuk's &lt;i&gt;Love and Concrete&lt;/i&gt; show at the Photo Alliance Gallery explores life along North Claiborne Avenue from Tremé to the Ninth Ward in a series of finely produced black-and-white prints. A Louisiana artist formerly based in South Africa, Waselchuk eloquently documents local backstreets that have much in common with those in &lt;i&gt;Shootout&lt;/i&gt;, but with the benefit of brass bands. Around the corner, the Darkroom's &lt;i&gt;GUNS 'n US&lt;/i&gt; expo of work by Kyle Cassidy, Donna De Cesare, Frank Relle and Andre Lambertson provides a powerfully poetic look at American gun culture, from those who equate guns with family values to others who don't like violence but pack heat anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Relle also has a solo show, &lt;i&gt;Inside Eleven Homes&lt;/i&gt;, at the GSL Gallery. It explores how people, especially New Orleanians, accumulate things for sentimental reasons and transform them into talismanic, rather than functional, objects. Lacking the drama of his previous projects, this one is pointedly prosaic and psychological in effect. More community and subculture documentation appears in the work of Kevin Kline and Eddie Lanieri at Home Space on St. Roch Avenue. Kline's street portraits of ordinary Orleanians appear less ordinary when mounted in old bottles, which lend them the buoyant aura of votive candles, or messages in bottles. And Lanieri takes a walk on the wild side with portraits of drag queens in various stages of dress, part of her series exploring gender and identity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Part art, part sociology, these shows reflect a burgeoning interest in the meaning of community, even as they represent only a portion of this year's extensive PhotoNOLA offerings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-4083872837145368470?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4083872837145368470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4083872837145368470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/december-22-2008-by-d.html' title='PhotoNOLA: THINK POSITIVE'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-1101771294304723216</id><published>2009-02-06T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:18:40.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PROSPECT.1 AT THE MINT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="ContentDate"&gt;DECEMBER  8, 2008&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;span class="ContentByLine"&gt;BY &lt;a href="http://bestofneworleans.com/gyrobase/Archive?author=oid%3A26073" title="Click here for D. Eric Bookhardt archives"&gt;D. ERIC BOOKHARDT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="TimeDateVenue"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Through Jan. 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TimeDateVenue"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old U.S. Mint, 400 Esplanade Ave., 715-3968; &lt;a href="http://www.prospectneworleans.org/"&gt;www.prospectneworleans.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table width="235" align="right" border="0" cellspacing="5"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;          &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/binary/3fd9/art_review.jpg" alt="" width="225" height="220" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the many interesting discussions generated by the Prospect.1 biennial has to do with favorites. Almost everyone has not only a favorite artist or exhibit, but also a favorite venue. Of the two main exhibition halls occupied entirely by Prospect.1 artworks, the Contemporary Arts Center seems to be a favorite of artists with masters degrees, while the Old U.S. Mint appears to be a favorite of art buffs less steeped in trends and academia. Why that would be is anyone's guess, but one factor may be accessibility: the work at the Mint tends to be accessible in ways that are often sensual and occasionally humorous. The CAC stuff tends toward a grittier sort of Sturm und drang mingled with more cerebral conceptual musings. Both are meaty and provocative, but the work at the Mint may be more seductive, as evidenced in &lt;i&gt;Blossom&lt;/i&gt;, by upstate New York-based artist Sanford Biggers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An actual player piano entangled in a tree — the sort of juxtaposition Hurricane Katrina so often left in its wake — plays a familiar melody as if by a ghostly pianist. The melody is "Strange Fruit," a harmonically seductive song popularized by Billie Holiday, but the "strange fruit" in the lyrics actually refers to the bodies of lynched black men hanging from trees after authorities turned a blind eye — a stance some saw as analogous to the Bush administration's neglect of the city, especially the Lower Ninth Ward, in the wake of the storm. As if to drive home the point, Zwelethu Mthetwa's &lt;i&gt;Common Ground Series&lt;/i&gt; of photographs of impoverished shantytowns in his native South Africa are shown with photos of flood-ravaged Lower Ninth Ward homes, and it's often difficult to tell them apart. Bold, colorful and gorgeously composed, they seduce the viewer into other worlds where many might not otherwise venture. Similarly, New Orleanian Deborah Luster uses archaic photo techniques to elegantly hypnotic effect in photographs of violent-crime sites in Orleans Parish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nigerian artist El Anutsui's large, metallic wall hangings are lushly sensual in their melding of African and Western abstraction, but look again and his materials turn out to be caps and foil from discarded liquor bottles woven with copper wire in a triumph of recycling, a literal transformation of trash into treasure. In like manner, Brazilian artist Beatriz Milhazes mines discarded styles from the past in the form of brightly colored op and pop icons from the '60s and '70s — plastic flowers, targets, Christmas and Carnival ornaments — transformed into a large and extraordinary mobile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;French New Yorker Anne Deleporte quite literally transformed yesterday's newspapers by pasting them on the Mint's walls and vaulted ceiling, and then painted everything sky blue except for key iconic images such as dancers, airplanes, dollars and snakes, all floating in space like the afterimages or apparitions of collective memory. Similarly, New Yorker Fred Tomaselli collages printed images of tiny eyes, lips and body parts along with colorful acrylic dots in paintings that meld the look of Mardi Gras beads, psychedelic patterning and DNA spirals in a tribute to regeneration in the wake of chaos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If all this sounds a little lush, Los Angeles artist Stephen Rhodes takes us on a wild ride that seems almost inspired by John Belushi and the Marx Brothers. Like a parody of the Hall of Presidents at Disneyland, it's really his protest against the degradation of American ideals by various office holders, past and present. Japan's Yasumasa Morimura, a kind of transsexual Cindy Sherman, mocks the pretenses of art and politics in his hilariously madcap photo self-portraits. Local Serbo-Croatian artist Srdjan Loncar rounds it out with his acerbic &lt;i&gt;Value&lt;/i&gt; installation, employing stacks of fake cash to comment on the way art and finance speculators have turned the world into a manic-depressive casino. Be that as it may, the Mint has never looked so good.&lt;/p&gt;+++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-1101771294304723216?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/1101771294304723216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/1101771294304723216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/02/december-8-2008-by-d.html' title='PROSPECT.1 AT THE MINT'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-4244707739556301836</id><published>2009-01-12T01:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:28:27.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW A BOOK IS MADE: Works by American and International Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="ContentDate"&gt;JANUARY 12, 2009&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;table align="left" border="0" cellspacing="5" width="310"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;          &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/binary/5edf/art_rec-2.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://bestofneworleans.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How a Book is Made &lt;/span&gt;is a large exhibition of contemporary artists' works exploring the place and meaning of books in an increasingly virtual world. Some are handmade artist books, some look nothing like traditional books at all, and others — such as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bookcase&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (pictured) by Sibylle Peretti and Stephen Paul Day — feature traditional books modified in surreal or magical ways. Curator Karoline Schleh explores books as ideas expressed through everything from images and text to the techniques of book-binding and printing. — &lt;i&gt;D. Eric Bookhardt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Through Jan. 27&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Collins C. Diboll Gallery, Loyola University, 861-456; &lt;a href="http://www.loyno.edu/dibollgallery"&gt;www.loyno.edu/dibollgallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-4244707739556301836?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4244707739556301836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/4244707739556301836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-book-is-made-works-by-american-and.html' title='HOW A BOOK IS MADE: Works by American and International Artists'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-7653260291138547998</id><published>2008-11-30T13:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:54:32.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Claude Collective + P.1: Pierre et Gilles</title><content type='html'>12.02.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-P-jD_wEI/AAAAAAAAANw/IW9koTmJPtM/s1600-h/%7EU1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-P-jD_wEI/AAAAAAAAANw/IW9koTmJPtM/s400/%7EU1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305117190792396866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;function WidgetMessages() {       }        WidgetMessages.UNDO = "Undo";        WidgetMessages.LINKLIST_NEW_LINK_TITLE = "New Link Title";        WidgetMessages.LINKLIST_NAME = "Name";        WidgetMessages.LINKLIST_URL = "URL";        WidgetMessages.LINKLIST_NEED_A_URL = "You must specify a Site URL.";        WidgetMessages.LINKLIST_NO_LT = "URL may not contain \x27\x3c\x27";        WidgetMessages.LINKLIST_NEED_A_PERIOD = "URL must contain at least one \x27.\x27";        WidgetMessages.LIST_EDIT_BUTTON_LABEL = "Edit";        WidgetMessages.LIST_DELETE_BUTTON_LABEL = "Delete";        WidgetMessages.LIST_ITEM_DELETED = "Item has been deleted.";        WidgetMessages.LIST_ILLEGAL_TAG = "This HTML tag is not allowed.";        WidgetMessages.LIST_ENTER_LINK_TEXT = "Enter the URL you would like to link to:";        WidgetMessages.LIST_TYPE_TEXT_FIRST = "First type the text that you want to make into a link.";        WidgetMessages.LIST_SAVE_BUTTON_LABEL = "Save";        WidgetMessages.SIV_INVALID_URL = "Invalid image url.";        WidgetMessages.SIV_NO_IMAGE = "Please specify an image.";        WidgetMessages.MALFORMED_COLOR_INPUT = "Color must be six hexadecimal digits (ex. #000099)."        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A project of the St. Claude Collective, an unusual coterie of artists, builders, architects, engineers and alternative healers, the Universal building now houses a police substation and a large exhibition of work by some of this city's more adventuresome artists, as well a Prospect.1 photographic installation. It one day will house futuristic endeavors of all sorts, but for now the cops and artists typify the truly unusual alliances that comprise the rebuilding effort.&lt;br /&gt;With over 40 artists' works, it's a show that defies the easy comprehension, but some broad generalizations can be made. Perhaps because it was organized by Andy Antippas of Barrister's Gallery, a curator known for his provocative proclivities, the artists appear to have been unusually uninhibited, often even punchy. This makes for rambling yet--as even the New York Times felt obliged to note--consistently lively expo. One of the more noteworthy side effects of the Prospect.1 biennial is the way local artists were motivated to organize their own shows in tandem, and they often did so with flying colors. And if those colors sometimes clash or run, so be it. When you look at the big picture-at Prospect.1 and all of the local exhibitions it inspired-it soon becomes clear that this is an outpouring of creativity on an a scale unprecedented even in this preternaturally creative metropolis. It is monumental and extraordinary, and like all such things, it is composed of many little and not so little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;One of the more intriguing things about this Universal expo is how the cop spaces and artist spaces sometimes seem to blend together. Through an easily overlooked door is a dimly lit space that might be a "ritual crimes" evidence room containing animal bones, crockery shards and ceremonial drums, but is actually Elizabeth Shannon's LOUISIANA EMBLEM installation. Some watercolors of svelte nudes clutching handguns are not crime depictions but portraits by Carol Leake with titles like SUZETTE WITH PISTOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-Q3Axfz9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/t38PZuv2HHE/s1600-h/%7EU3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-Q3Axfz9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/t38PZuv2HHE/s320/%7EU3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305118160840544210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Malcolm McClay's replica of a terrorist holding pen that projects the viewer's image into its cage-like interior bears a resemblance to a nearby police interrogation room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-QRf2SE2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y0UQtxsPZlk/s1600-h/%7EU2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-QRf2SE2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Y0UQtxsPZlk/s320/%7EU2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305117516347085666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the Prospect.1 installation, a series of highly campy photos by Parisian artists Pierre et Gilles, contains components that might under other circumstances attract the interest of NOPD's sex crimes unit, as might some paintings by NOLA Vietnamese artist, Nique Le Transome. A lovely baroque metal bouquet of sensual forms by Chicory Miles turns out to be a cluster of disembodied breasts and, as if to underscore the Roman Polanski edge, a morbidly hypnotic video, BADLANDS, by Michael Greathouse, tracks vultures circling in the skies above a telephone pole.&lt;br /&gt;More vibrantly redemptive are paintings like Sallie Ann Glassman's hallucinatory visions of downtown New Orleans awash in rainbow colors. Nearby, a chipper if minimal peppermint stick turns out to be Robin Levy's vastly elongated photographic C print of an umbilical cord. The effect of these works can be quite psychological as we see in Alan Gerson's MEN IN COATS, a Kafkaesque little army of men in suits, like those unearthed Chinese imperial warrior statues, cobbled from kneaded rubber erasers. This psychic complexity is typified by Myrtle von Damitz' painting, STRICKEN, which while outwardly morbid is also sublimely intricate, a celebration of the beauty that resides in decay, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The St. Claude Collective Exhibition: Group Exhibition of 40 New Orleans Artists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through Jan. 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Universal Furniture Bldg., 2372 St. Claude Ave., 525-2767; www.stclaudecollective.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-7653260291138547998?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/7653260291138547998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/7653260291138547998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2008/11/st-claude-collective-exhibition-p1_30.html' title='St. Claude Collective + P.1: Pierre et Gilles'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-P-jD_wEI/AAAAAAAAANw/IW9koTmJPtM/s72-c/%7EU1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-8550923708356645958</id><published>2008-11-18T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:43:23.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Fitzpatrick and Juan Carlos Quintana at Taylor/Bercier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ95wvvjP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/lPJbgMoZ0I8/s1600-h/Fitzpatrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ95wvvjP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/lPJbgMoZ0I8/s400/Fitzpatrick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305092764422324178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ostalgia is one of the least understood and most underestimated sources of creative inspiration—at least, so far as contemporary art is concerned. Novelists and poets have for ages plumbed the depths of their past experience with a mixture of dread and fond remembrance, but in contemporary art the kind of postmodernism that came to prominence in the 1980s mandated that artists be impersonal media critics, a phase that has somehow survived over the past quarter century mainly because so much of the New York art establishment still seems stuck in the 1980s. Fortunately, the rest of the world is not, and now that Wall Street has imploded, maybe the 1980s is finally over. Nostalgia takes many forms and the link between nostalgia and identity might be the subliminal frisson that gives this otherwise marginalized sensibility its unexpected punch. Berkeley-based painter Juan Carlos Quintana is Cuban, an identity expressed in his paintings in much the way that Cuban art almost always looks like Cuban art. But he was born to Cuban parents in Louisiana, grew up in New Orleans, and the Cuba of his longing is a land he has only briefly visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-F2UDZigI/AAAAAAAAANg/jgTVkFJfj4c/s1600-h/%7EQuintana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-F2UDZigI/AAAAAAAAANg/jgTVkFJfj4c/s320/%7EQuintana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305106054208129538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His new DENIZENS OF HAPPYLANDIA paintings meld tart commentaries on American materialism with a stylistically Cuban sensibility in otherworldly scenes peopled with cartoonish characters. Cultural boundaries are blurred in MISER’S LAST WISH, in which a bewildered figure leaning against a tree rubs his head, as if from a migraine, as a demonic fairy announces: “You’re down to your last one; make it fast.” In IDEOLOGICALLY CONFUSED BAILOUT PLAN, a battered banker and a jaded parrot view a muddled landscape from a hot air balloon. Here as in other works, there is a touch of Cuba’s long tradition of caricaturing the powerful, only now there is a sense that the differences between ordinary Americans and the victims of colonial oppression in the Caribbean may not be so great as we once thought. Strange, lush and surreal, these are provocative works by an artist who straddles both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;In the case of Tony Fitzpatrick, the nostalgia is for the lyrical essence of the place where he grew up, as well as for another place that he has come to love. The former is the Chicago of his youth, a vision gleaned as a child accompanying his father on drives to his customers for burial plots and embalming fluid, then later during his adventures as a car thief for a chop shop. The latter is New Orleans, his home away from home. His affection for both is evident in his gorgeous collages and prints. One series of collages crafted in his poetically precise tattoo style is dedicated to Mardi Gras, both as a local institution and as a pervasive culture that colors the city and state. Another, more general, series features words embellished with charged imagery. RAZOR MEN features the words “Blood, Star, Razor, Men, Prayer,” in a bold vertical sequence embellished with dice, flowers, music notes and butterfly wings. Fitzpatrick says it refers to “men of a certain age” who carry straight razors for protection and who, if stopped by the police, “tell them they are barbers.” This is a universal image applicable to NOLA and Chicago, and is done in a style more typical of his work in Prospect.1. More local are works like THE KINGFISH, which looks like Mardi Gras masker, a crowned harlequin fish surrounded by flowers, skulls and a vintage Shell Oil sign, and is, ironically, all about Huey Long, whose “Every Man a King” motto flanks his feet. MARIGNY GIRL is his tribute to the Faubourg, and the cat-woman figure is an archetypical bohemian. Fitzpatrick says, “I love this neighborhood because there is no one kind of resident. It is a place with an imperishable imagination… full of what is possible in this world.”&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-GLmPiVqI/AAAAAAAAANo/pFNBjJ0uY2c/s1600-h/%7ELost+Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ-GLmPiVqI/AAAAAAAAANo/pFNBjJ0uY2c/s320/%7ELost+Angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305106419868128930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tony Fitzpatrick: THE NIGHT PARADE&lt;br /&gt;Juan Carlos Quintana: DENIZENS OF HAPPYLANDIA&lt;br /&gt;Through November&lt;br /&gt;Taylor/Bercier Fine Art, 233 Chartres St., 527-0072; www.taylorbercier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083318226083048873-8550923708356645958?l=insideartneworleans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8550923708356645958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083318226083048873/posts/default/8550923708356645958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideartneworleans.blogspot.com/2008/11/tony-fitzpatrick-and-juan-carlos.html' title='Tony Fitzpatrick and Juan Carlos Quintana at Taylor/Bercier'/><author><name>Inside Inside Art New Orleans:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4zZfvwTP028/SZ95wvvjP9I/AAAAAAAAANY/lPJbgMoZ0I8/s72-c/Fitzpatrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083318226083048873.post-6973412967735381873</id><published>2008-08-08T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:18:22.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>London from a Helicopter at Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html"&gt;London by Helicopter at night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;span class="blogText bigText"&gt;&lt;div class="bpBody"&gt; London photographer &lt;a href="http://www.jasonhawkes.com/"&gt;Jason Hawkes&lt;/a&gt;: "Shooting aerial photography has its difficulties, you are strapped tightly into a harness leaning out of the helicopter, shouting directions through the headsets to the pilot... Night and the lack of light causes its own set of problems. I shoot at night using the very latest digital cameras, mounted on either one or two gyro stabilized mounts, depending on the format of the camera and length of lens I'm having to use." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bpImageTop"&gt;&lt;a name="photo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london1.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 636px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;The city of London, at night, featuring the financial district, NatWest Tower, and the River Thames. (© Jason Hawkes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="bpMore"&gt;  &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london2.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 630px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo2"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Big Ben, above the Houses of Parliament. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo2"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london3.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 661px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo3"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Commuters and traffic at Oxford Circus. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo3"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london4.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 622px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo4"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The financial district, featuring the tip of 30 St. Mary's Axe, known by the nickname "The Gherkin". (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo4"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london5.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 602px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo5"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lonely curve of a city street. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo5"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london6.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 630px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo6"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A busy roundabout junction. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo6"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london7.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 632px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo7"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Lloyd's Building, well-lit. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo7"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london8.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 675px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo8"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Building site at St George Street and Maddox Street. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo8"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london9.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 629px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo9"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The River Thames, featuring Tower Bridge. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo9"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london10.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 615px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo10"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Waterloo and Eurostar terminal. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo10"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london11.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 672px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo11"&gt;11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The London Eye on the River Thames. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo11"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london12.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 702px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo12"&gt;12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;London's financial district, featuring the Lloyd's Building and The Gherkin. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo12"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london13.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 620px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo13"&gt;13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A junction on the M25 motorway. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo13"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london14.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 588px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo14"&gt;14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The view above Canary Wharf. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo14"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london15.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 588px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo15"&gt;15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tower Bridge and the Thames. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo15"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london16.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 628px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo16"&gt;16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Canada Tower and neighboring office buildings at Canary Wharf. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo16"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london17.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 681px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo17"&gt;17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Emirates Stadium,  home of Arsenal Football Club. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo17"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london18.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 651px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo18"&gt;18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Piccadilly Circus with the famous Statue of Eros. (© Jason Hawkes) &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo18"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bpBoth"&gt;&lt;a name="photo19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.boston.com/universal/site_graphics/blogs/bigpicture/london_08_29/london19.jpg" class="bpImage" style="height: 612px; width: 990px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bpCaption"&gt;&lt;div class="photoNum"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/london_from_above_at_night.html#photo19"&gt;19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Waterloo Bridge and the River Thames, also featuring the London Eye (center, seen from the side), the Royal National Theatre, and Waterloo Station. 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