Growing up in the culturally-void wasteland of Mobile, AL (which seems to be slowly changing, from what my mom tells me), I spent a good deal of the last ten years of my time there trying to seek out new and interesting things, and glean some sort of self curated education of culture.
Music seems to have come first: heading out to as much live, local music as I could; reading musician interviews and articles to find out about old bands that were then unheard of to me; trading music with people; taking more chance on unknown bands.
Then Literature: college mostly oversaw that one, though I did occasionally try to lose myself among the shelves at the local city library (which is how I chanced to stumble upon Murakami).
Then Film: working in multiple video stores; scouring all the Criterion editions from the library's DVD collection; heading out to every indie/artsy movie I was able to, no matter how tedious.
And now, it seems as if my brain has finally made it's way around to an interest in Art.
First, there was this book.
And then this one.*
And tonight, I picked up this one. I don't know why I got a bug up my ass about Impressionism all of a sudden, it just happened.
We'll see what comes next. Probably Theater.
*This is not accounting for my Mick Rock, Nicholas Zinner, or David Horovitz photography books. I file those under Music.
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
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9/09/2009
9/04/2009
Thirst Fursday
Mouseketeer roll call:
Vadim
Kevin
Jay Petersen
Mike
Mark
Rose
Annette!
and me
Last night, the above listed went out on the town for Portland's First Thursday gallery walk. Meeting up at Powell's for Jay Fiorenza's 'Disappearing Landscapes' photography exhibit -- a collection of small beautiful, haunting black & white photos, each mounted on a 5-6" block of wood. It'll be up throughout the month, so if you missed it last night, be sure to stop by some time. And at $75/piece, they're very affordable for local art supporters.
From there, we headed out across the Pearl and into Old Town, stopping by a high-end gallery with some incredibly ridiculous pieces, but also some lovely dry point prints by Dali -- but those were far more expensive than $75/piece. After that, we wandered in and out some small modern/"contemporary" galleries showcasing more collectives, rather than individual artists. Some of it was interesting, but most of it was little more than the caliber of a teenager doodling in his notebook during math class; the highlight of such being the photo collage in which the Photobucket.com watermark was visible in nearly every photo.
After gallery-hopping for a bit, Mike, Mark, and Rose headed off towards NW 21st for a friend's exhibit, and Vadim, Kevin, Jay Petersen and I went out for some Hot Lips pizza. Then it was back to bus for me, and the MAX for the others.
Most of the art was silly and ridiculous (not because my eye for art is untrainted [which it kinda is], but because it truly was silly and ridiculous), and most of the crowd was exactly the kind of people you would expect to show up for such a thing. But, regardless, it was a fun night. Hopefully we can do it again sometime. Or all meet up for Last Thursday some time.
Vadim
Kevin
Jay Petersen
Mike
Mark
Rose
and me
Last night, the above listed went out on the town for Portland's First Thursday gallery walk. Meeting up at Powell's for Jay Fiorenza's 'Disappearing Landscapes' photography exhibit -- a collection of small beautiful, haunting black & white photos, each mounted on a 5-6" block of wood. It'll be up throughout the month, so if you missed it last night, be sure to stop by some time. And at $75/piece, they're very affordable for local art supporters.
From there, we headed out across the Pearl and into Old Town, stopping by a high-end gallery with some incredibly ridiculous pieces, but also some lovely dry point prints by Dali -- but those were far more expensive than $75/piece. After that, we wandered in and out some small modern/"contemporary" galleries showcasing more collectives, rather than individual artists. Some of it was interesting, but most of it was little more than the caliber of a teenager doodling in his notebook during math class; the highlight of such being the photo collage in which the Photobucket.com watermark was visible in nearly every photo.
After gallery-hopping for a bit, Mike, Mark, and Rose headed off towards NW 21st for a friend's exhibit, and Vadim, Kevin, Jay Petersen and I went out for some Hot Lips pizza. Then it was back to bus for me, and the MAX for the others.
Most of the art was silly and ridiculous (not because my eye for art is untrainted [which it kinda is], but because it truly was silly and ridiculous), and most of the crowd was exactly the kind of people you would expect to show up for such a thing. But, regardless, it was a fun night. Hopefully we can do it again sometime. Or all meet up for Last Thursday some time.
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