One-Hundred-Eighty-One

June 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

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Quaint evening bag/clutch found at local vintage store

Jaurnte (Art in June): Day Twenty-Nine

June 29, 2013 § 2 Comments

My art day:

3:01 p.m.: Found Objects at Form + Content

Three artists took old, found objects and re-fashioned them in a novel way.

Doohickey

Doohickey

Old outhouse door, seats, wall

Old outhouse door, seats, wall

The Measure of Things -- made from rulers, scales, gauges, and other measurement tools

The Measure of Things — made from rulers, scales, gauges, and other measurement tools

3:23 p.m.: Short walk around the Warehouse District

Commutator Foundry Co. building

Commutator Foundry Co. building

Veronique Wantz Gallery

Veronique Wantz Gallery

The Foundry Home Goods window

The Foundry Home Goods window

3:54 p.m.: Heart and Soul at Icebox Gallery

No photos to share, just a recommendation to visit the current exhibit featuring a photography retrospective from Icebox’s 25 years of shows. My favorites? Anything by Alec Soth, Will Agar, Chris Faust, Flo Fox, and Howard Christopherson.

Christopherson runs the gallery and framing studio, I believe, and his photos are beautiful. He’s also a really nice guy. I didn’t know it was him at the time, but we spoke briefly while I looked around — kind, witty, and obviously talented.

8:00 p.m.: Story City presents ESCAPE at Paper Darts Pop-Up

Another packed house at the Paper Darts Pop-Up, this time for Story City to host its event — stories of escape told in a Moth-like fashion (seven minutes, no notes, all true). Added twist? Graphic artists drew each story as it unfolded, projecting the animations brightly on the wall for all to see. Abundant laughter and gasps — stories of bad dates with hairy men, the pain of being the only girl to wear a size 59 swimsuit in gym class, growing up with the Sopranos, pottery artist stalkers in the south of France, waking up to your foot bones being sawed in the middle of surgery (admittedly, this one made me queasy), and a girlfriend’s jealous buffalo.

Story City’s theme next month is RANT. Not sure of the location, but its Web site will provide updates.

Standing-room only at the pop-up

Standing-room only at the pop-up

One-Hundred-Eighty

June 29, 2013 § 5 Comments

One-Hundred-Eighty

Four flights up

Jaurnte (Art in June): Day Twenty-Eight

June 28, 2013 § 4 Comments

A fun week with family and friends (and art) has left me a bit worn. Tonight I chose to forego an art outing and instead stay in and create my own.

I’m not much of an artist, but I love drawing abstracts. I simply grabbed my box of pencils/pastels and my sketch pad and played around for an hour or so. A photo of the result follows.

My final days of Art in June promise great opportunities to experience creativity in Minneapolis and St. Paul, so it was nice to have this little diversion to re-energize for a memorable weekend.

Attempting abstract

Attempting abstract

One-Hundred-Seventy-Nine

June 28, 2013 § 3 Comments

One-Hundred-Seventy-Nine

Flock of pink

Jaurnte (Art in June): Day Twenty-Seven

June 27, 2013 § Leave a comment

Life is punctuated with happy accidents.

Immediately after I shut down my work computer, I walked to Mears Park in downtown St. Paul for the Twin Cities Jazz Festival. The three-day event kicked off today, and while I don’t particularly like jazz, I thought maybe some of the culture would rub off and enlighten me.

Nope. Barely made it 45 minutes. I found every excuse not to sit contently and listen. After two songs, I started wandering the park, people and dog watching, ate some food even though I wasn’t hungry, and finally gave in to good sense and left.

I know jazz is great and all, but I was more interested in the 50-pound basset hound I saw howling by one of the food trucks

I know jazz is great and all, but I was more interested in the 50-pound basset hound I saw howling by one of the food trucks (not pictured)

Which led to the first of two happy accidents.

I sidetracked home hoping to find the old Pioneer Press Building built in the mid 1800s that is now being renovated. I quickly located it, but couldn’t go inside because the main entrance is under construction. But a little corner of the building was lit up. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the Minnesota Museum of American Art Project Space (MMAA PS), which has an exhibit (String/Art/Theory) I missed at Northern Spark and have been eager to see.

I popped in there, thinking I’d take a quick look around, but ended up staying for at least an hour as two of the artists (Liz Miller and Randy Walker) were present and giving talks on their installations, Art and String, respectively.

  • Miller works primarily with felt and does rather large installations that reflect the tragedy and ugliness beneath beauty, interweaving a sense of play and animation with art inspired by invasive plants, sea creatures, or weaponry, for example. Whimsey, chaos, color, and symmetry are words that come to mind when experiencing her work.
  • Walker, a former architect, began toying around with fibers, weaving it into intricate designs using a warped racket, grain elevator, corn cob bin, and bridge as foundations for his art. He recently was awarded a McKnight grant to work with homeless youth to develop a temporary art installation (basically a generic framework) that can be re-used and re-engaged with new ideas and materials, making it essentially a permanent but constantly evolving piece at the drop-in center frequented by the homeless children.
Art

Art

Art detail

Art detail

String

String

String detail

String detail

As I again headed home, I heard eloquent polka tunes flowing from a center stage at Rice Park. So I detoured yet again to take a picture of the dancers, band, and onlookers, all part of the Ordway Summer Dance Series. But happy accident number two came along in the form of an older gentleman, who looked like Victor Borge and photobombed my shoot to ask me to dance. I said no, I didn’t know how, but he insisted. Said he’d teach me. So we danced a polka and he spun me around a few times, praised my awkward moves, bowed, and set me free as the band took a break.

Victor Borge doppelgänger inviting me to trip the light fantastic

Victor Borge doppelgänger inviting me to trip the light fantastic

From there, my head happily swam the three-mile walk back home, pleased with my choices and where they led me throughout the warm, sunny evening.

Minnesota Museum of American Art Project Space
332 N. Robert Street
St. Paul

Ordway Summer Dance Series
Rice Park
St. Paul

Twin Cities Jazz Festival
Mears Park and throughout Lowertown
St. Paul

One-Hundred-Seventy-Eight

June 27, 2013 § 3 Comments

One-Hundred-Seventy-Eight

Red on green

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