Archive for April, 2009

“The Pictures Generation” at The Metropolitan Museum of Art (Part One the Opening)

April 29, 2009

Coming into the opening for “The “Pictures Generation” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art soon afterwards in walked a  man in shorts holding a paper bag .  Then when a special NYC police patrolman asked to look inside of the package it had a cannister for carrying gasoline (the kind you use in situations such as to bring petrol back to  the automobile from the gas station after you have run out of gas nearby-I know as if that ever happens).

The container which is for toting about a gallon seemingly had no liquid inside but still it is highly inappropriate to bring in an item which can be used for pouring gas into an art institution( and possibly putting people and or artworks at risk).  This man then tried to talk himself in saying somebody who worked at the museum needed it and asked him to bring it.  Finally, the gentleman agreed to go outside and discard the item and later was in  partying.  At the reception which was held in the great hall of the museum (while the art was on the second floor in the photography department’s galleries) they were playing David Bowie’s “Fame” … and I thought maybe they should be playing the great  chameleon’s “Putting out the Fire with Gasoline”.

The occasion for the opening was for “The Pictures Generation” an exhibition which takes its title from  a play on words {like David Reed’s “Moving Pictures”}  though in different context}  The content therein of the double meaning therein was a group of artists ostensibly starting with John Baldessari and a group of students which he tought at Cal Arts in the late nineteen seventies and others who like the aforementioned moved to Nyc form places like Buffalo  and produced pictures influenced by all kinds of media which produced other pictures first and foremost being the television.

This large exhibition curated by Douglas Eklund focused in on a loose knit group he thus termed the “Pictures Generation” which gathered stregnth and  produced hype and steam Downtown (in Manhattan the capitol of the Big Apple).

My co-worker ( from atop the red double decker bus ) Michael Zwack was a seminal figure in this group and was duly included here.

This set the stage for this evening (April 20th) opening where I was joined by architect Johannes Knoops mc’s Rick McGregor ( a great producer of among others things excellent youtube videos)  and briefly Tom Orso. The opening was a scene   David Salle, Mary Boone, Charles Cowles, Ron Warren, Benard Tschumi, Eric Mitchell, Michael McClard, Jerry Salz and Roberta Smith (seperately), Ned Sublette, Peter Schjeldal, Eric Bogosian, and Robert Longo were just a few of the names who abounded in the surround.

Then it was off to the after party with Michael and his wife at the Meatmarket spot 9C  with its great  wooden floors and hor s’oerves mostly of egg salad with salmon on top on crostini making the rounds.  The champagne flowed and both pictures generation artist  Robert Longo and curator Eklund were in attendance.  Next it was off to the home of artist Charles Clough a Buffalo compatriot of Zwack’s for some more champagne and then home on the A train.

A couple of days later it was off to the Omega  center in Rhinebeck, new york  for a oneness blessing weekend with Uttamaji/ Matthew and much of the Portchester healing circle led by Gabriella attended and then down to Fort Lauderdale to fly to the Bahamas so there was not  much time for seeing the exhibit again between working and making it down to the sunshine state to make it over the Atlantic to land in Nassau -but when I get back the show will be reviewed here.  So  stay tuned, then search it,  click it , and get down.

(Rick McGregor’s video of the event on Circtv)

Tour bus dream wackiness

April 7, 2009

Just had another dream to do with tour guiding. I was in Las Vegas to write something at a fancy resort hotel  involving art and was going to attend some event and there in one of the great cafes sat the art citic Dave Hickey(who I had interviewed before) and a colleague. I went to the table to say hello to the art personae and I saw that it was the wrong table and it was the customer servce manager from where I worked at the double decker bus company a  Pakistani man and I said sorry ( I was supposed to be at work but these were not people from my department so how would they know then I turned around and there was chief executive officer (then the head of the concern as according to the time and space continuum in this particlar dream space) and I said “not too big a faux pas”. 

 It turned out to be some company convention where some secret deal was going down and where the insiders  from the company were being indoctrinated into a new order (or they were getting a big share as the company was being taken over).

So then I was on the flight or double decker bus ride back home and there were scores of employess as well as others on the plane or double decker bus ride .  The tour guide Ron Whitacker was sitting around leading a conversation with some other tour guides spewing out their usual conspiracy theories when I tried to get in a word edge-wise and tell them that I had just seen a whole slew of management in Las Vegas but Ron motioned that it was Patricia Gonzalez’s turn to talk next.

Then the CEO was again there and sometimes  he got up to switch posistions in the vehicle which  later was a plane rahter than a bus he did so with a bodyguard.  At one point Ron Whitacker was reading a short story which invoved some type of wooden tub and the CEO said something about a hot tub with  a  Southern accent. Then people cheered for Ron to read to keep reading and he did.  There were a few blonde ladies sitting next to me and I asked them if they worked for the same tour bus company as I and they feigned ignorance.  Also a few seats back therewas a female and male cheerleading squad in seats together on what in that dream flash was a double decker bus.

Finally a person dressed in sort of a carnevale mask  and porecelin  body armor  with aztec elements came up to me sat down and said that he knew who I was and that he wanted me to serve on “the board of humanity” he walked me away as he said he was going to reveal hs secrets to me and I asked him if he practised the Aztec art of human  sacrifice and he said that he did and he walked me to a room I went into the barren chamber and there the dream ended