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A comment I made to the Michael Smith interview at Rhizome:

Good interview, thanks. Shout out to Michael.
I was lucky to have seen Open House in its real space incarnation. It made perfect sense in the old NewMu basement, which was a loft-type space such as the one Smith and White were pseudo-documenting. That gave everything a recursive layer that would be impossible in the new "modern" NewMu. The experience was immersive: you were surrounded on all sides by the archaeological layers of this fictional Soho artist's so-called life of false starts and stopgap solutions, from old paintings stashed in a storage nook to the artist's video-editing "day job" workspace (a room within a room within a room). I remember in Mike's video intro for the installation he talks mock-enthusiastically about "getting his own home page." A late '90s-style HTML interface would have been the perfect way to do the web version.

Unfortunately I can't evaluate John Michael's handiwork because I can't get the web version to load. I launch from a pop-up and then my browser says "transferring data from rhizome.org" for a long time. I hit the start button and everything freezes. Instead of downloading the entire site with some indeterminate wait time why not use links to individual bits of content?

Best, Tom Moody

In times of retrenchment painting moves up from mere kingship of the artworld to godhood but at least we have something gorgeous to look at. A quick hop around Chelsea finds rather stunning Eric Fischl bullfight scenes, existential dread intact (Mary Boone), spray-and-stencil Rorschach-ish patterns with a '70s feel by Matthew Ritchie (Andrea Rosen), and Gaussian "soft op" paintings in hard-edged halftones by Wayne Gonzales (Paula Cooper). Mike Kelley joins the "on canvas" crowd with many so-bad-they're-good daubings at Gagosian. The most thrift-store-like are in the back gallery, strategically positioned not to face the door--modernist sculptures, Indian gods and boners mingle in work so crudely rendered you can't help but laugh. The man can still deliver. Fellow LA-ite Robert Williams seems civilized by comparison, offering intriguing brain teasers-n-babes at Shafrazi. (Not painting but painting-like, noteworthy, and, well, about oil are Edward Burtynski's bleak photoscapes of drilling sites at Hasted Hunt Kraeutler.)

C-Town Echolocation

A late shout-out to one of the finer projects I've seen (done?) in NY: a laptop lecture by Bennett Williamson and Jeff Sisson followed by tour of a C-Town grocery store in Brooklyn. (As part of the 2008 Conflux festival--yes, this post is a year overdue.)

Precedents include Smithson's "Monuments of Passaic" travelogue, as well as Robert Nickas' essay "Shopping with Haim Steinbach," documenting consumption crawls he and Haim Steinbach made in different types of NY retail establishments--from an upscale W. Broadway design store to Banana Republic--during the Neo Geo era. The C-Town tour eschewed the high end but retained a similar expansion of focus of looking at ordinary phenomena scientifically, poetically, like artists. Sisson and Williamson had boned up on their subject (C-Town history, tricks of the retail trade, advertising strategies) and prepped us tour-goers for what to look for when we walked over to the store. One rather stunning realization made palpable by the adventure is that you aren't supposed to linger in grocery stores. There is pressure, social, corporate, peer, to move on. Especially if you're hanging out just to analyze packaging and impulse displays. We tour-goers had to split into small groups so as not to attract attention.

Being in C-Town with the penetrating attitude imbued by their lecture felt wrong, somehow. These are things we are not meant to know.

Required reading and viewing for this post: The video of the Magic Painter and Paddy Johnson's discussion of it. "Berg" is the controversial religious figure discussed in the post, who produced and stars in the video equating God with an artist.

Similarities:

Central figure of preening male vanity who is in almost every shot.
Sexual undertones.
Personal cosmology that explains everything.

Differences:

Berg actually understands cinema, using cuts, wipes, dissolves, etc to create hurtling forward motion.
Berg's kitsch entertains while working on meta-levels, as opposed to austerely parading cryptic symbols.
Berg employs computer graphics and video technology circa 1989 that are amusingly dated but still wildly dynamic; Barney is mostly about weird costumes and sculptures flashed slideshow-like before a stationary or slowly panning camera.
One is the highest art New York museums and galleries can sanction; the other is YouTube trash passed around by savvy and/or Barney-indifferent artists.

Facebook - business networking, finding old classmates
Twitter - poetry, quasi-communication, link sharing
Tumblr and Flickr - image sharing
Delicious - link sharing
YouTube - jukebox (music plus static image to stare at while song plays), video sharing

Blogs on the open internet - content providers.