Saturday, April 14, 2018

Putty Season 2

Putty is returning for a second season, infused with fresh desperation...and this round is gonna be especially star-studded!


As a collaboration with Newfields' Contemporary Art Society, I will be in conversation with art world bulwark Mark Dion for a very special edition of Putty on Wednesday, April 18 at 7pm.

Tickets are available online and at the door of historic State Street Pub. Admission includes an exciting cocktail and entry to a Rob Funkhouser/Thollem alt-classical freakout after hours.

4/18 will also be the first opportunity to lay hands on PUTTY SEASON PASSES.
Skip the chit chat with the door guy and show your support for the program by reserving a seat for the coming months.
$25 for 5 episodes is a steal of a deal....



Online sales coming soon.

The official Putty season 2 debut will be Saturday, May 26 and details are coming in hot.
Check my instagram: @museum_putty and sign up for the Putty newsletter to get the insider trade secrets.
Thank you, I love you very much.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Monumental Publication Reissue

I've printed a new run of my book to commemorate a new professional setback!

Museum Putty is a compendium of lowlife odes to high institutions, David Byrne/Cindy Sherman erotic speculation, true tales of pain from Chicago's MCA and other instructive texts.





Please send 5 digital American dollar bills for the symbolic partial ownership of this important piece of literature to my Venmo account:
extremeappearances@gmail.com

Thank you and have a nice day.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Putty Online

It has been sweet of you to literally hold your breath for months but you don't have to any more because every episode of Putty, my live art talk show, is now ONLINE and I am growing concerned for your health.

*Exhale*
...........
In your viewing adventures you may some things and people that look like this:


-Anne Laker led us through a Mad Lib in October!

-Likeable Local Man Michael Runge joined me for our Cultural Calendar "What'll We Do???" for 4 of 5 episodes before being savagely and unexpectedly replaced by Duncan Kissinger! (spot the difference!)

-In November I had brutal period cramps and was basically a folk hero for just being there!

-Brian James Priest announced plans to build an abortion clinic in his home in December!
-We played an art-generating game and A. Bowden maybe won!

-My level of alcohol consumption had dynamic effects on each episode's pacing! (unpictured)
-And MORE!

******
Season 2 starts in April; this will have to tide you over for now.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Putty Progress



Putty, a live art chat show, PROCEEDS- establishing precedents, consuming and metabolizing the restless creative influence of its guests and audience members, and coagulating into something greater than the sum of its stylish parts.

Last episode shed light on the curatorial philosophies of IMOCA's executive director Paula Katz, let the B-town beat...mm drop with the poets of Monster House Press, illuminated Anna Martinez's aesthetic and spiritual debts to Catholicism and Pinterest, and connected lines between Mike "Process my Office" Moskaliuk's modular knob twiddling and stone carving personae (hint: it's texture and presence).



It was an evening of material and materiality, rooted in the staggeringly literal (house rule- no metpahors).
Also there were games, an Object Report, and an existential cultural calendar called WHAT'LL WE DO?? with man on the street Michael Runge.



The next episode, Wednesday, October 4, will feature interviews with poet, provocateur and daily diarist Anne Laker, video artist and grad school denier Nick Witten, an exit interview with curatorial duo A\M, and music by Casey No of Spandrels, all housed within the confines of State Street Pub, the Midwest's emerging destination for postdramatic theater. Doors at 7pm, show at 7:30, $2 admission.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

PUTTY

I've embarked on a new series.
PUTTY is a live art interview programme that appropriates and distorts the chat show medium.



Putty pulls its inspiration from the qualities of two materials:

Museum Putty--a utilitarian substance, defined by its relationship to the institution it supports.
-adheres art objects to pedestals, props them up but is rarely visible.
-is malleable, ready to use, and works on almost any surface, occupying a low role in high art.



Silly Putty--a novelty product without a clear function that bounces off and sticks across surfaces.
-pilfers Marmaduke's image from the Sunday comics and stretches it into new pooch mutations.




Putty plans to stick together disparate bits of the Indianapolis art scene, connecting artists as it connects audiences, growing as it rolls.
It hopes to shift the focus to under-recognized members of the community, challenging creative misuse and different looking, curating fascinating aesthetic conversations through best case scenario bar chatter, gossip and games.

Episode one at State Street Pub featured Rad Wytch writer Bree Jo'Ann, interdisciplinary reality fiddler Carla Knopp, painter and punk historian Becky Wilson, and musical guest Hen.
It boasted a kitschy set designed by Cinnamon Rose and Jessica Dunn of Brain Twins and styling (of yrs truly) by Geraldine Lee's Vintage.



Episode two airs Wednesday, September 13 at 8PM and features IMOCA curator Paula Katz, avant-bland installation impresario Anna Martinez, Indiana poetry imprint Monster House Press and musical guest Process My Office.
I will be your host, gleefully facilitating conversation while exercising discrete aesthetic control--deciding who you look at and where and when and how.
I've prepared for this role my entire life!

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Detention



In April I had the opportunity to stage a solo show at Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis.
Detention explored my complicated relationship to art education as a student and teacher.
This piece of writing functioned as my artist statement.


Nobody told me I’d be the next Basquiat,
the next YBA,
the new Jeanette Hayes
smearing authenticity
and hip acumen across
any given art forum.
Teachers never told me I’d be a
bad boy impresario
ashing cigs in the paté,
smug in shades.
But nobody told me I’d be at the beckon call
of a dozen little children
pasting tissue paper onto
cardboard tacos,
streaks of Elmer’s glue across my thighs
when I show up to the grant application office
in the eleventh hour.
In Senior Seminar on
Practical Concerns
they should say
“Beware of your talents,”
instead of reading aloud from
The Hydrogen Jukebox,
underclassmen feeding back
with beatnik snaps,
outsider poses ossifying.
Maybe that’s the implicit lesson,
the unspoken compact,
the vulgar picture you have to paint yourself:
reallocating resources,
smuggling creative labor into your dayjob,
appropriating the services
of your vibrant young students
as I make my money
teaching art
while it takes away from
my time to make it,
spinning a cautionary tale
about contradiction
as it envelopes me.
In detention,
where I know I am
because I’m bad,
I crack a book:
a little “Skepticism About”
nestled inside
“The Power of Art.”


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Museum Pity

If it’s bad make it
big red and wrong
trippped over,
hangdog empathy
for the pedestals and benches.
The Artschwager sat upon.
The crowning kicked.
The sculptures cucked.
The platinum paintings
going down in da Hall of Mirrors
refract, refract:
a Bruce Nauman two step-



the unfunnest club
My friend guarded
speed dating in the contemporary wing
when a horny patron cut her shin
on the Patty Chang.
Blood on her radio she yelled
“I’m at the Chang!”
but no one came
cuz no one knew the artist’s name.
Guards staked a flag in skin
to signify
Real contempt for the Viewer.
A construction sign
says Pardon our Process.
Maybe the pieces don’t wanna
Get got.