Is everything an art piece??
OK, first of all, I want to acknowledge what a heinous crime it is that I’ve neglected to post for so ridiculously long. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to post all the updates that are due. Hopefully tomorrow…but I’ll be in LA for the weekend, so if not tomorrow, I’ll catch up on Monday for sure. Here are highlights of the last couple of weeks that I need to catch up on:
Detroit research– getting right down to it
Volunteering at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts annual auction and Artists’ Ball
Various shows– 2 at Jack Hanley, more at other galleries
Helping install Tara Foley’s installation at Triple Base (opens tomorrow night)
Thinking about alternative “exhibitions”– McSweeney’s, 826 Valencia Pirate Supply Store, Aquarius Records, Little Otsu
So that’s just a little teaser of things to come. Oh and I’ll do a season finale tribute to Project Runway, because people care about that.
But to get to the subject of this post: Parking at CCA is downright ridiculous, and today I parked further away from the actual school than ever. This evening, I trekked through the beginning of Potrero Hill (the closest neighborhood to CCA) to get back to my car. On one particular block (Arkansas St between Mariposa and 18th), which is lined with big, voluminous trees, the sounds of birds chirping, from up in the branches, was so loud, it really caught my attention. And it wasn’t the usual one or two birds making noise every once in a while– this sounded like a whole cornucopia of birds of all types, all making a racket at once.
I had to wonder if it was an art installation– could that many different species of birds just happen to be yapping away in those particular trees? It seems unlikely. It sounded really harmonious and peaceful, like a recreation of a really beautiful moment that really did occur somewhere in nature. But then I had to ask myself whether I’d assume it was a sound installation if I wasn’t going to art school and constantly thinking about how art is all around us, blah blah… As I neared the end of the block, I looked up, half hoping that a bird would poop in my eye just for the sake of poetic irony. It didn’t happen.
Detroit research– getting right down to it
Volunteering at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts annual auction and Artists’ Ball
Various shows– 2 at Jack Hanley, more at other galleries
Helping install Tara Foley’s installation at Triple Base (opens tomorrow night)
Thinking about alternative “exhibitions”– McSweeney’s, 826 Valencia Pirate Supply Store, Aquarius Records, Little Otsu
So that’s just a little teaser of things to come. Oh and I’ll do a season finale tribute to Project Runway, because people care about that.
But to get to the subject of this post: Parking at CCA is downright ridiculous, and today I parked further away from the actual school than ever. This evening, I trekked through the beginning of Potrero Hill (the closest neighborhood to CCA) to get back to my car. On one particular block (Arkansas St between Mariposa and 18th), which is lined with big, voluminous trees, the sounds of birds chirping, from up in the branches, was so loud, it really caught my attention. And it wasn’t the usual one or two birds making noise every once in a while– this sounded like a whole cornucopia of birds of all types, all making a racket at once.
I had to wonder if it was an art installation– could that many different species of birds just happen to be yapping away in those particular trees? It seems unlikely. It sounded really harmonious and peaceful, like a recreation of a really beautiful moment that really did occur somewhere in nature. But then I had to ask myself whether I’d assume it was a sound installation if I wasn’t going to art school and constantly thinking about how art is all around us, blah blah… As I neared the end of the block, I looked up, half hoping that a bird would poop in my eye just for the sake of poetic irony. It didn’t happen.
posted by Jess Brier at 11:36 PM
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