If you have some bandwidth, check this out, especially if you are procrastinating putting together the print edition of your art journal.
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If you have some bandwidth, check this out, especially if you are procrastinating putting together the print edition of your art journal.
It has been a very busy week. Tuesday I went down to Bergamot Station and fortunately, everyone had dropped off their art. I started arranging the art and Patricia Correia had one idea of how the show should be hung and I had a different idea. She relented on her vision of each artist having their own wall, as i felt it would be better to have the work mixed, giving the hanging an energy, rather than having a minimal predictable homogeneity.
So her preparator just started following my direction and a few hours later the show was hung. I am happy with the show (Chica Chic at Bergamot Station, opening reception is Saturday, September 6, from 5 - 8 p.m.) and since it is up through October 4, it will be a nice month of getting feedback about my curatorial abilities or lack thereof.
On Thursday I took the bus to Gallery 825 on La Cienega to jury a show of their members’ work for an exhibit that opens the same night as the show i curated at Bergamot. It was fun to mix and match the work. I feel a simultaneous tug of conscience when i remove an artwork - kind of sad for the artist, who usually you can see a little effort there, but a feeling of commitment to having a good-looking show. When the ability doesn’t come through in the work, it just doesn’t come through and the job of jurying the show is often like an umpire watching to see of the ball lands fair or foul. It is easy to call the homeruns, but the difficult decisions are the one’s that define the game.
I have to finish this issue of Coagula Art Journal and be at the printer’s place by Tuesday morning. It is coming along slowly, but it is actually coming along, so that is good. There will be color in this issue, so that takes a little extra work.
The cleaning lady came today and pointed out that my bed has been made and unslept in for a month now. I have been staying with my girlfriend every night. She gave me keys to her place a few weeks ago. We went out on Wednesday afternoon to the westside, she had to deliver slides (she is an artist, in case I never mentioned that) of her work to some art consultant who apparently has a buyer for her work.
My girlfriend pointed out some actress on a television show, some old broad, and she tells me that it is Yvette somebody, a very famous actress. “You know how someopne’s career can go from being a movie star and then when they get older they end up as a character actress on TV?”
and I responded, “Kinda like old art stars all end up in group shows…” and i chuckled my evil chuckle…
This is why politics and art do not mix…
From the London Telegraph Newspaper:
A leading German artist, befriended by Chancellor Gerhard Schröder and commissioned to paint his official portrait, is at the centre of a scandal after being caught hosting a cocaine party with nine prostitutes. Joerg Immendorf, a controversial expressionist painter, was arrested last week after a police raid on his suite at Dusseldorf’s five-star Steigenberger hotel. They discovered the 58-year-old artist naked with the prostitutes, and 11 grams of cocaine in a Versace ashtray on the bedside table.
“The drug was ready for consumption. It was drawn up in ‘lines’ on a tray,” said Johannes Mocken, the Dusseldorf state prosecutor, who is preparing to bring charges against Immendorf. The police, who were apparently tipped off by a rival prostitute who had not been invited to the party, found a further 10.6 grams of the drug in Immendorf’s atelier nearby.
Mr Mocken said that Immendorf had confessed to holding similar parties at the hotel for more than two and a half years. “The pattern was the same,” he said. “Immendorf was always the only man present. He was always accompanied by several prostitutes and there was always cocaine, although the women deny he gave the drug to them.”
Lurid newspaper reports of the arrest have scandalised Germany, and put a question mark over Mr Schroder’s surprising decision to engage Immendorf to paint the portrait which will hang alongside those of other post-war chancellors in the Berlin Chancellery. Immendorf refused to comment on the police raid, but friends say he is “very frightened” of being victimised by the media.
The artist, a professor at Dusseldorf’s Academy of Arts, rose to prominence in the 1970s as one of the Jungen Wilden (young wild ones) group of artists. A former Left-wing Maoist activist who also owned a well-known bar in Hamburg’s red-light district, he is best known for his painting Cafe Deutschland, which takes Germany’s post-war division as its main subject. He attracted widespread media coverage two years ago when he married one of his students, Oda Jaune, who is 30 years his junior.
Immendorf’s rebel image attracted the attention of Chancellor Schröder, who has made a habit of entertaining Left-wing artists, writers and intellectuals with supposedly “progressive” views since he was first elected five years ago. Earlier this year Mr Schröder and Immendorf appeared together in St Petersburg for the official opening of the city’s reconstructed 18th century “Amber Room” which was stolen by the Nazis during the Second World War.
The chancellor joined the artist to present the city with an avante-garde sculpture by Immendorf, which takes the form of a massively outsized human nose - a fact which reports of the artist’s alleged cocaine-sniffing habit have not failed to mention. Immendorf now faces the prospect of a minimum one-year jail term for possessing cocaine with an estimated value of more than £2,000. He also stands to lose his professorship.
His associations with Mr Schröder have provoked embarrassing questions about the sort of company the chancellor is fond of keeping. Mr Schröder’s office refused to comment on the raid on Immendorf’s party and home, and said no decision had been taken about whether the artist would retain the portrait commission.
I want to see a picture of the scorned hooker. But in lieu of that, here is a pic of one of Immendorf’s shitty-poo paintings

Nobody can find Diane Gamboa and I cannot find her phone number, and she has to be at the Patricia Correia gallery to deliver her work for the Chica Chic group show this coming Tuesday at Noon, so somebody tell her.
Roger Macintosh came over Wednesday night and fixed up my girlfriend’s computer. When we went out to Suehiro after that, it felt good to get out of the house. I told her we should go to the afternoon baseball game at Dodger Stadium. So we drive up there at noon, it takes like four minutes, and we buy a scalped ticket in the parking lot and sit down and the game is going into the second or third inning when I look up and see my brother the huge Dodger fan and Flavio from La Mirada walking to their seats one aisle over. They were soon followed by my mother and my brother from La Mirada.
So serendipity like that tells me things are going in a good and balanced direction. Marty designed a great cover and Art Brute wrote a kick ass New York report. I finished answering all of the Ask Mat questions and have to go to an art opening tonight, will take some pictures. I’m deep in the middle of editing and layout for the next few days.
I bought a new answering machine and phone as my home answering machine was nine calls behind. If you called me and left me a message, i t would take the leaving of nine other messages before I heard yours, although i would know that you had called because the caller ID worked fine. So I finally today got the message from my brother on Wednesday asking to see if I wanted to go to the Dodger game. He must have called Flavio right after that.
The Dodgers won that afternoon, by the way, in case you are keeping score at home…
I purchased three twelve packs of Diet Vanilla Coke at Target tonight. The deadline on the new issue of Coagula Art Journal has begun.
Look, I am on a deadline for the magazine, for curating a show at Bergamot station, for jurying a show at 825, for freelance writing gigs, and most importantly, waiting hand & foot on my girlfriend. So glad I decided not to run for governor.
I saw Roland Reiss at lunch this afternoon, we talked about the Idyllwild program. He said his goal will be to have art critics debate on a panel setting. We spoke about how some critics have pre-formed opinions of what art should do or be and look for artists or artworks that qualify under their criteria. I am vehemently opposed to this way of looking at art. It would be interesting to hear how others approach things. You read so much crappy writing, most of it making an excuse for the art (usually at a trendy gallery) rather than championing any of it.
Roland also raved about the Phillip Guston show in SF. I am a little ticked off about missing something like that.
Apparently, the following is my own constructed version of the levels of hell. It sure was a hell of a lot of fun putting together, especially since I am on a Coagula Art Journaldeadline from hell…
Goths, Gray Davis, The Pope
Circle I Limbo
Bill Gates
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind
Hipsters
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
PETA Members, Militant Vegans
Circle IV Rolling Weights
Rednecks
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled
River Styx
Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle VI Buried for Eternity
River Phlegyas
academics
Circle VII Burning Sands
NAMBLA Members, DMV Employees
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement
The New York Yankees, Scientologists
Circle IX Frozen in Ice
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