- Marsha Pels’ Dead Mother Dead Cowboy at Schroeder Romero isn’t really my bag — too many candles and skulls for my taste — but it gets a nod regardless, due to the above sculpture. I’m not sure I like that one either, but I don’t think you can cast a tomb like that, wrap it in fur, adorn it with a handbag, and not have a sense of humor. As my friend aptly decreed earlier this week, “That sculpture is bitch’n”.
- Alison Armstrong presents a myriad of philosophical thoughts on teaching through the course of her book review on Why Art Can Not Be Taught by James Elkins, a must read for art professors. Although most people I know don’t subscribe to this line of thought, I do believe creativity can be learned. I’ll have more thoughts on this next week as it’s a sticky topic and I’m out of the office most of today (hello slow comment moderation.)
Graffiti spotted in a woman’s bathroom in Toronto: So, I want to relive my past glory, pretend I’m 19 again, and truthfully believe that art shows and shit are mind blowingly awesome like they were once upon a time. Instead of just getting drunk. Via: Mooney on Theatre.
- Admittedly I too miss the excitement I felt about all art. But not too much. Like most people my early 20’s were defined by remarkably stupid behavior.