So happy was I to attend Chicago’s international modern art fair, Chicago Expo — to behold the strange sights and to share them with a community of seers. All I ask of art is quantity (an adequate amount of it), and the fair had a satisfyingly delirious quantity of loose fresh art. All the art was better for it, to be immediately contextualized by other images, so many of such immense meditation. My favorite images speak for themselves —
The year end showcase of student art from the School of the Art Institute (up now at 33 S. State Street, 7th floor) is a happy top caliber comedy of the pretentious, profound, and profane. In my years away from Chicago I would sometimes dream about this gaudy event with its flood of ambitious quasi-amateur art of diverse media, which references touchstones of art education I do not gather and nevertheless conveys streaky neon-bold feelings and succinct aesthetic decisions. I slurped up this year’s knotty student art stew and now I feel strong. Please enjoy these choice paintings, fiber art, and sculpture from the AIC Class of 2015 (the honorary college class peers of Kanye West) —
I went out there tracking art again. There was some fake art, which I scorned unbeguiled by its craft, and some bad hippie art, which stirred such imbalance in me that I could only drop my cell phone before it to the gallery floor. My screen is shattered and belies no photograph of those hideous green lilies in oils.
On the positive tip, here’s some preferred art I found in Chicago lately –
The show at the DePaul Art Museum is pretty fun. They have glassed soil samples, so that you enjoy the various tastes made by the gases produced by particular microbiotic communities. Good gags.
There’s some enchanting glass at Vale Craft Gallery in River North —
The Ann Nathan Gallery in River North is my jam: current chart-topper favorite Chicago gallery. You should go look in person at this crazy pencil scroll work by Dawn England —
And here are some more lean cutlets off the near North Side —
The great “yesterday night” that lasted for a season ended early this morning: I recall going across the inland freshwater sea by the gloom of night then getting tossed up at the beach. Today though my breast pockets yawn out sand I am thankful to join the land’s side of affairs.
I arrived at the outer limits of my plans (plans made months ago and worn like rings around the eyes): a new home in the old neighborhood, Logan Square. The spot is SITUATIONS, a rad long-running live-art-work-show space where I will be “the new Chip”. Now it’s simply a matter of locating Destiny and surrendering utterly to it.
Most DIY spaces quickly succumb to the boot of the Man or get swept away in the spit-warm tides of a rager; Situations has endured for more than 5 years by the civilized chill of its tenants. The waves here are good. The aesthetic of the space, chiseled into place by the community crowding within and around it, is playful and weird, as sugar-water for the muses. Enormous building-eating Amazonian babes make a totemic art guard; a drop-ceiling corridor of cats salves the birth trauma; the green planet of Bret Koontz reflects in the mirror. The play of image and colored light, in its vibration, seems like a sonic tone.
Here are visions from this secret folk art landscape –