tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66332778104705486622024-02-22T09:42:30.886-08:00Extreme appearancesErin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-90528530759620410072022-05-16T19:04:00.004-07:002022-05-16T19:04:39.053-07:00Desert Blooms<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE10L10xw6wfRqi2FpCzqpEae9p8kq4RxSg3jmHLEpSa1b3ZEEqjdvLQELPHB90yDqT8yUS7VmZp4MX0R70P-gQHxfu_1VJJ7v0BoQvcDrRzi1TUumUakfeH-CZD7s-K7lNSzv5PUvT4-kAr8oYKVIcVpvAU3TkAfxI6hGzlV8nyvQlnQvSf0U5-Y_/s1316/Screen%20Shot%202022-05-16%20at%204.48.19%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1316" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE10L10xw6wfRqi2FpCzqpEae9p8kq4RxSg3jmHLEpSa1b3ZEEqjdvLQELPHB90yDqT8yUS7VmZp4MX0R70P-gQHxfu_1VJJ7v0BoQvcDrRzi1TUumUakfeH-CZD7s-K7lNSzv5PUvT4-kAr8oYKVIcVpvAU3TkAfxI6hGzlV8nyvQlnQvSf0U5-Y_/w389-h227/Screen%20Shot%202022-05-16%20at%204.48.19%20PM.png" width="389" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Ghost bricks from Barstow, CA<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">2. Irvington Grotto w/ rare midwestern breeze blocks, Indianapolis IN</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">3. Toynbee tattoo spotted at Neon Museum, Las Vegas, NV </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">4. Nuns in a niche, Cathedral Canyon, Pahrump, NV</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">5. Las Vegas Rose Society ribbons from a private estate</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">6. Genet-grade rose/chain combo, Las Vegas, NV</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">7. Tarantula mural, Barstow, CA</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">8. Melanie's perfect pin combo featuring Vegas Vickie</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">9. Mirrored star, Neon Museum, Las Vegas, NV</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">10. Chandelier from Round Room, Madonna Inn, San Luis Obispo, CA</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">11. Decorated shed, UNLV campus, Las Vegas, NV</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">12. Alex's party shoes, Las Vegas, NV</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">13. Anne's farewell cake, Las Vegas, NV </span><br /></p><p><br /> </p>Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-61879301156727589482022-05-13T09:14:00.001-07:002022-05-13T09:14:02.505-07:006 Magic Carpets/Sources cited<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0PhXohAlm5f2qhYzrL76Bx7LQ0QV5ZHbsdl0ojzNxEy9LW9qkCWidT4G-Q2kqVG-WyFENv_o5LRNWsIpWm_bst69fUHbZwtppK2mJp5U7MSIxpXDqdlBdj9SZdT5G-mVOAJhOEPR7xOVkqsIhnuGggZ5DWC1t3P-lLEG3Uv_SDoZDHa_ofL9lWMva/s4032/F81AAEBF-1EEB-4973-A5EA-87065CA2C2F1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0PhXohAlm5f2qhYzrL76Bx7LQ0QV5ZHbsdl0ojzNxEy9LW9qkCWidT4G-Q2kqVG-WyFENv_o5LRNWsIpWm_bst69fUHbZwtppK2mJp5U7MSIxpXDqdlBdj9SZdT5G-mVOAJhOEPR7xOVkqsIhnuGggZ5DWC1t3P-lLEG3Uv_SDoZDHa_ofL9lWMva/s320/F81AAEBF-1EEB-4973-A5EA-87065CA2C2F1.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhja1VgmloAQ3olDURgdBadqzbuUQ6if9yX8rTCjtVuJEGL2x6-3o7hCAmMEKFcDeKpc3Cbq6FRMho21tM6WPEQC0Q_nPbGRK971qLktOT0RGQDZCrtj0MRGdHLvSS5mwTME-KUlcktdJhLYG1_oFNRwONjbUIScJkWXJuW52wNqhTBqeKRTqfSw94o/s3637/Taste%20the%20Floor%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3637" data-original-width="2701" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhja1VgmloAQ3olDURgdBadqzbuUQ6if9yX8rTCjtVuJEGL2x6-3o7hCAmMEKFcDeKpc3Cbq6FRMho21tM6WPEQC0Q_nPbGRK971qLktOT0RGQDZCrtj0MRGdHLvSS5mwTME-KUlcktdJhLYG1_oFNRwONjbUIScJkWXJuW52wNqhTBqeKRTqfSw94o/s320/Taste%20the%20Floor%20.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">6 casino carpets, 2016-2021 and one work on paper, "Taste the Floor," watercolor pencil, gouache, graphite and mixed media, from my MFA Thesis Exhibition "Reptile Expo," February 2022 at University of Nevada, Las Vegas. <br /></div><br /><p></p></div>Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-67434917679369651322021-02-24T10:28:00.002-08:002022-05-13T09:04:46.126-07:00Jessica Sowls' Cold War Desert<p> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Shortly after moving to Las Vegas, I was driving down Boulder Highway when a sign caught my eye. I pulled over to take a picture of the neon placard outside The Library, a defunct strip club that featured not just “Girls Girls Girls” but “Gorgeous Librarians.” Like everyone new to the city, I’ve photographed plenty of decaying neon, but this sign seemed like it deserved a specific audience. I texted the image to Jessica Sowls, a friend and former coworker at the Herron School of Art Library, where she works as a collections specialist. </span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-09bf8713-7fff-7227-747b-7c7544d54488"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her reply surprised me; Jessica said she missed driving around that area. Via text, she revealed her storied past in the Southwest—Utah, California and the Mojave. As an artist in residence at the Center for Land Use Interpretation in Wendover, Utah she’d embarked on her first exploration of decommissioned military sites and nuclear silos around the area, which led to more work on the topic. The conversation piqued my curiosity about my new home, and it created an unexpected connection with a friend whose past projects were news to me. After reading more about the colorful history of the Atomic Desert and the artwork it has spawned, I was inspired to inquire more deeply into Jessica’s work. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Which of your desert-centric explorations of decommissioned space did you propose to the Center for Land Use Interpretation? Did you develop the project specifically </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">for the residency? Did these projects relate to photographic work you were already doing?</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What I proposed and what I ended up doing were very different. My proposal was to continue working on a photo series I had been doing involving a model rocket with a tiny camera on it. This was 2001, way before GoPros, Google Earth, etc. It was a still camera that used 110 film, which produced tiny and very grainy negatives. The moment the rocket fell back to earth, the nose cone separated from the body and the shutter was released. I would launch the rocket and then at the moment it took its picture of the ground from 500 ft in the air (presumably with me in it), I would photograph it. The two photos, one from the rocket's perspective, and one from mine, were then displayed as diptychs. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: medium none; display: inline-block; height: 469px; overflow: hidden; width: 588px;"><img height="334" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/i7BDzGfujuX7mRXTQbfU_ZzWNWT1JgNFmf_HP34yjbExP1OpfXOKgtyzT9D3mZMBBWIS7UwZQfsiVeo8ZQQFa3EcHM1f6s3kxnmp0pEqJkyWHhVcgAoXjesJyEIbv8zEACtQVIvs=w420-h334" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="420" /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: medium none; display: inline-block; height: 469px; overflow: hidden; width: 588px;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Jessica Sowls, </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">Corrugated Tunnel</span><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"> from Reconnaissance series, 2007</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">How did you find the sites you ended up photographing? What's your relationship to the American southwest, particularly those desert areas-- Utah and California? How did you start thinking about those spaces?</span></p><div style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was at the CLUI compound in Wendover for two months, with nothing to do but explore and read about the history of the region. They had published a book about interesting military and industrial sites in the region, fashioned as a travel guide. I spent a lot of time driving to all the sites, and became fascinated with these secretive places that were hiding in plain sight, with vague signs, many miles of fencing, and white SUVs that would appear out of nowhere when I got too close. There was a sense of foreboding everywhere. The residency housing is on a decommissioned army base, surrounded by abandoned barracks and right next to an enormous rusted airplane hangar. The base was built in WW2 and used as a top secret place to assemble the atomic bombs that were dropped on Japan and training the pilots that flew the missions. The rusty hangar was for the Enola Gay. </span></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This loaded atmosphere led me to want to do more "serious" work about the military. There was an interesting part of the old airfield on the base that had ruins of large ramps that were used to test the German V2 rockets that the US had confiscated during the war. At that point, these were the only rockets that had been invented, and the Americans were trying to reverse engineer their technology. So there I was, at the very spot the first rockets were launched on this continent. During this time I talked a lot with CLUI founder, Matt [Coolidge], who has an encyclopedic knowledge of the military industrial complex in the west, and he was suggesting other sites in the area. The next site in rocket history was not too far away, just a lone, unmarked, concrete bunker next to an asbestos disposal facility. It was there that the first missiles were launched. Rockets turned into missiles, and I just followed the trail, which took me to southern Utah, New Mexico, and Los Angeles. It was fascinating to learn about how the military evolved during the cold war, all while seeing changes happening in real time in response to 9/11. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: medium none; display: inline-block; height: 246px; overflow: hidden; width: 370px;"><img height="233" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/ezdgdOwL8AKso5OtNabyRU7d-c6eOb7Amlo-yY81Uydg-hfuZb7jQ_lnStKQJ18AMNtjrcBlvFdmmRgWJxzqRHPdhHE4eIqLeNmCishIj6vaXQEAqEjCZdW7Cg1-GcPubMQxOeW_=w351-h233" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="351" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jessica Sowls, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Missile Project</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, 2002-4; The rusty ball on the floor is a gas tank for V2 rockets. Transparency film was displayed in 2x2” lightboxes.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you think there's something inherently "boy" to military/spy technologies?</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was not lost on me that my project was focused on a very phallic object. I thought of it as a distillation of the hypermasculinity of the military, wars, environmental destruction, etc. What better symbol of it all than a giant cock? Also I just liked how it all came back to this little model rocket I bought for fun. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So I finished one series for the residency- photos of the missile launch sites and an accompanying booklet with the research I had done. I wanted to do more work in the area, so a few years later I came back to photograph the military sites from a different perspective. I was thinking more about what it felt like to be there while knowing what these innocuous looking ruins and giant swaths of fenced-off desert actually stood for. I pictured myself as a spy, decades too late to be of any use, futilely photographing cold war sites long after the cold war ended. My second project was a series based on that idea, grainy and washed out photos that looked a lot like the ones the model rocket took.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's funny, the concept of being marooned at a residency with nothing to do but drive through desert sites and read about faded American history sounds so romantic, but quarantine has demonstrated that isolation can really drain creative focus.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What was the appeal of desert seclusion for you? What was the allure of the Southwest? As a Las Vegas resident, I'm trying to understand my own mystification of place--what drew me to move here. Did your time in LA [working at the Museum of Jurassic Technology] contribute to a sense of desert mystique?</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I loved the work of Richard Misrach, and had absorbed messages about the freedom of the west from films like </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My Own Private Idaho</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> and </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Paris Texas</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. The mystique is part of our culture- </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Easy Rider, Peewee’s Big Adventure</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, etc. When I first drove out to Utah from Minneapolis, I was amazed at how far I could see. A thunderstorm that looked to my midwestern eyes as if it were 10 minutes away was over an hour away. Everything was laid bare, all these military industrial sites were out in the open, you could drive around them and see everything (seemingly). It was as if a new way of seeing was shown to me. On all the dirt roads there were overturned rusted out cars shot full of bullet holes- so dramatic! The colors in the sky and the quality of light made photographs look better. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As for ending up at CLUI, I just thought it looked interesting. And they paid residents $500/week, and I needed money and wanted to get out of the midwest. Simple as that. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You’re right, isolation is so emotionally draining. And yet I’ve put myself in isolating situations many times because it feels familiar to me. It’s definitely one of my unhealthy reenactments of childhood. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="border: medium none; display: inline-block; height: 228px; overflow: hidden; width: 624px;"><img height="180" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/BmG_LH7IrI7RG-2kLoTNrOSGkpSz-2aob295r-9lQ1dT69Y5Jm6zTuXA9s0CclBLh--xe0bUEmqlWOqPl_DyBi7vlNByibluZbk1o6XKcMWhG1Tp8hnjA2Kye_MAwH1tREmwQCmP=w493-h180" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="493" /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jessica Sowls, Seneca Army Depot (Upstate New York), photograph, 2007</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If you found yourself alone in the desert in 2020 what would you do now?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alone in the desert now... it would be interesting to do a rephotographic survey in the style of Mark Klett. How have these military sites changed? Is accessing them more difficult in the age of terrorism? I spent most of my time out there in 2002-3, before much of the funding for stricter security actually went into effect. On a return visit in 2007ish, for the "Reconnaissance" series, things had changed a bit, but most places could still be accessed. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'd also like to expand a project I started when living in upstate NY, but never did anything with. I was working at the Cornell library, digitizing aerial photos of the entire state taken from an airplane in the 1960s. I became fascinated with the photos that showed the construction of interstate highways across the landscape, and the ones that showed the now abandoned Erie Canal. "Progress" in the making and discarded, both unnatural slashes across the landscape, like ancient earthworks. I saved the aerials, with GPS coordinates, and drove around photographing what they looked like now. If aerials like that exist in a western state, it could be a good compliment to that project.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do any of the ways of working or insights that you developed during these projects influence your creative work now? Feel free to use this as an opportunity to contextualize what you're up to now.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My creative artwork now is barely existent. I discovered that I enjoyed being creative with food more than what the kind of work I was doing was inevitably turning into- a lot of time on the computer. The earlier projects were shot on film and printed in the darkroom. That method was becoming hard to access and digital means had replaced film. The exploring and shooting was still available to me, but I never wanted to do anything with the work after that. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The biggest lesson I learned from the CLUI experience was the harder I tried to make something that encompassed everything I wanted to say, the more difficult it became to make anything at all. I was fresh out of art school, just 23, when I got the residency and an additional emerging artists grant. I wanted to prove myself so badly. My own perfectionism ruined my art career. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> </p><br /><br /></span>Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-24061340574125373362020-11-17T20:41:00.004-08:002020-11-17T21:01:29.347-08:00Casual Walk Documentation<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2uwKpWZE_6wwcUN1eZk3G7EFk45P_cw7bBUTdb3syUHTBoEcX3ej60Ei31LhOAmASe02z7F6vbeHlZzN6lI8WVQEEPBAhZQd6nP1p1QgfZmXq2iMzcmSvvH2Jqx91PEZeeArssP2KZE/s2048/casual+walks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1741" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN2uwKpWZE_6wwcUN1eZk3G7EFk45P_cw7bBUTdb3syUHTBoEcX3ej60Ei31LhOAmASe02z7F6vbeHlZzN6lI8WVQEEPBAhZQd6nP1p1QgfZmXq2iMzcmSvvH2Jqx91PEZeeArssP2KZE/s320/casual+walks.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCv7sMej2IxajBDKncTGGwRuiPx36PgrJ489GBHdq-iWyp5WZu5HdkO-MSS888glpR5cdEOwrXdLDumw2RkhvCKe3gPetEC3RqXtc0OO5F0pZmwESWYEakV10hYFEjOFlU8G8tJHIcVs/s2048/casual+walks+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1838" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCv7sMej2IxajBDKncTGGwRuiPx36PgrJ489GBHdq-iWyp5WZu5HdkO-MSS888glpR5cdEOwrXdLDumw2RkhvCKe3gPetEC3RqXtc0OO5F0pZmwESWYEakV10hYFEjOFlU8G8tJHIcVs/s320/casual+walks+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fantastik Exit, Sekhmet Shower, Michief Night</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Witch Tree, LA Turrets, Swap Top</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cactus Joe's, Graffiti Discourse, LV Bunting</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Swap Chandeliers, Liberace Pole, Curb Music </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><div style="text-align: center;">From walks around Las Vegas, Los Angeles and Indianapolis, 2019-2020.</div></span><p></p>Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-47835643907970717552020-05-11T18:13:00.000-07:002020-05-11T18:15:39.309-07:00Bunter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWovfpU2Izhr3mWos_iC1IAa_GourmaNSEQpxK2my7WWN9Nf9hdHzPEI5Rm34MvRi5rM-89SbRVxVmIFtey4Hoz7XA095RS9bHhA93A8pFsHe4J31DLU_bWKvCYhrE2cNLCX28j2xKYw/s1600/Screen+Shot+2020-05-11+at+4.58.22+PM.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWovfpU2Izhr3mWos_iC1IAa_GourmaNSEQpxK2my7WWN9Nf9hdHzPEI5Rm34MvRi5rM-89SbRVxVmIFtey4Hoz7XA095RS9bHhA93A8pFsHe4J31DLU_bWKvCYhrE2cNLCX28j2xKYw/s400/Screen+Shot+2020-05-11+at+4.58.22+PM.png" width="400" height="337" data-original-width="605" data-original-height="510" /></a><br />
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I don't know why, but this Tweet keeps coming true.Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-7470626462138751562020-01-25T14:09:00.000-08:002020-01-25T14:09:37.740-08:00Travel ResidueFrom a recent journey west. Here today...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Plaoqo_LpUc2jqqJy46duG1lHx4_dZTu2MPm3N-65Cxbwsl_wHbzUVKoZi4KpruXveCDYDFEJSvPCrdZ7Ks2S7bsXbhluAfu7Cj7FT2bY4ussRKI7y2DVX831pqSth1hM6VXzBdVTeQ/s1600/IMG_9073.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Plaoqo_LpUc2jqqJy46duG1lHx4_dZTu2MPm3N-65Cxbwsl_wHbzUVKoZi4KpruXveCDYDFEJSvPCrdZ7Ks2S7bsXbhluAfu7Cj7FT2bY4ussRKI7y2DVX831pqSth1hM6VXzBdVTeQ/s320/IMG_9073.jpg" width="240" height="320" data-original-width="1200" data-original-height="1600" /></a>Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-81482021058903575582020-01-11T11:50:00.000-08:002020-01-11T11:56:50.894-08:00Back on the Blogroll, Cloth Monuments, Chicago MomentsIs it too late to say Happy New Year yet? <br />
Is it too late to give my 10+ year old blog a snuggle?<br />
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A couple weeks ago I screen printed a cloth calendar for an old year at <a href="https://www.catheadpress.com/about-1">Cat Head Press</a>.<br />
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Reference material here: <br />
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Now I'm back in Las Vegas making new images that parse the influence my years in Chicago had on my art education.<br />
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Sources revealed!<br />
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Bauhaus tapestries (and architecture at IIT Chicago)<br />
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Wirsum (the best one)<br />
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Crumb. I did a lot of unabashed loitering at comics stores looking at Crumb.<br />
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No resolutions, but my interest in blog maintenance has been renewed. Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-89636041624977219032018-10-01T14:21:00.000-07:002018-10-17T07:41:04.424-07:00Blabberque at Sugar SpaceA band of artists from BBQLA rode through Indianapolis on the last leg of their <a href="https://www.bbqla.art/">Fool's Journey</a>, a migrating yearlong exhibition. <br />
The show, staged at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Sugar-Space-152386312156377/">Sugar Space</a>, was accompanied by a performance dinner informally referred to as Blabberque IN.<br />
Borrowing from the concept of the Jeffersonian Dinner, the performance assembled eight artists to parse a term of art jargon in whatever medium they saw fit.<br />
The event lifted two main aspects from the Jeffersonian formula-- uniting deliberately selected guests invested in a common mission, and holding the floor for presentation on a single topic at a time.<br />
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As moderator, I (Erin K Drew) introduced the concept by acknowledging Thomas Jefferson's fucked legacy as imperialist slave owner, and stating an intention to downplay his contributions to the evening. I conducted the night dressed as a more benign Jefferson-- a Jefferson Airplane. Operating under the maxim that If You're Not Uncomfortable You're Not Doing Performance Art, I attempted to enjoy a slaw dog prepared by guest chef, artist Tre Reising, and multiple glasses of wine.<br />
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Presentations were given by:<br />
<a href="https://matthewanthonybatty.com/">Matthew Batty</a> on Transcendence<br />
<a href="https://hendanceacademy.com/hen/">Lisa Berlin Jackson</a> on Problematic<br />
<a href="https://monsterhousepress.com/authors/a-bowden/">A Bowden</a> on Actuality<br />
<a href="https://g3tj4kd.com/page/1-About.html">Bryn Jackson</a> on Institutional Critique<br />
<a href="https://www.ihatepainters.com/">Anna Martinez</a> on Built Environment<br />
<a href="http://www.benjaminmartinkus.com/">Ben Martinkus</a> on Appropriation<br />
<a href="http://breannetrammell.com/">Breanne Trammel</a> on Casual Institutions<br />
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Performance mediums ran the gamut from slideshow to sound performance, publication + Q&A (Martinez) to play (Martinkus). <br />
Trammel distributed certificates of casual authenticity, inviting participants to forge credentials for their own areas of expertise. <br />
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Bryn Jackson, an IMA employee, acknowledged the tension of his role in absentia; a tv set stand-in sped through his selfies taken with the contemporary collection. While Berlin Jackson recited a nursery rhyme recounting fraught dynamics at the 2018 Whitney Biennial ("Dana Schutz for solemn thrill/appropriating Mamie Till") and beyond, Bowden confronted BBQLA's own <a href="http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/arts/miranda/la-et-cam-gentrification-protests-future-of-boyle-heights-20180808-story.html#">problematic past</a>, performing a text that referenced artistic intruders with "good intentions."<br />
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"I like to take a walk after dinner," Matthew Batty stated before leading participants on a meandering walk around the neighborhood. Strapped with a small amplifier which blasted mysterious audio into the dark, Batty tested a trio of places to lean an aluminum ladder before resting it in a patch of the Sugar Space garden bed.<br />
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Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-80692881452951726412018-07-03T13:31:00.000-07:002018-07-03T14:09:46.754-07:00PUTTY REPORTI regret to inform you that <a href="https://putty.neocities.org/">Putty</a>, a live art talk show hosted by the author of this blog, staged monthly at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/sspindy/">State Street Pub</a>, is THRIVING in its second season.<br />
Beware of your talents, freakos!<br />
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It's been an eventful last several months, but I'll let the pictures do the talking:<br />
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In April I compared notes with conceptual taxonomist Mark Dion. It was my distinct pleasure to interrogate his professional practices and philosophies, engage him in a game of Over/Under/Correctly-Rated and listen to him read his itemized receipt from Midland Antique Mall like a Sunday devotional.<br />
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May marked the official Season 2 premier of the program, where First Season Erin and Second Season Erin clashed in a half-drag power struggle, ultimately retiring to make gentle love to one another (presumably)...<br />
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But not before exploring the motivations of sound sculptor <a href="https://johncollinsmccormick.com/">John Collins McCormick</a>--fan and friend of boredom and brooms--swaying to the gentle drones of ontological terrorist <a href="https://gwendolyndot.bandcamp.com/">Gwendolyn.Dot</a>, or taking in some of the scenic vistas of Marc Fischer's <a href="https://hardcorearchitecture.tumblr.com/">Hardcore Architecture</a>!<br />
The prolific Fischer hosted me as a <a href="http://publiccollectors.tumblr.com/post/150053981914/congratulations-to-erin-k-drew-on-the-successful#notes">Joong Boo Resident</a> in September 2016. The show offered an opportunity to turn the table and spotlight his discursive practice.<br />
All of this was flatteringly <a href=https://www.nuvo.net/arts/live-art-talk-show-at-state-street-pub/article_b8f8724a-79ab-11e8-8d7d-8f727e9cd646.html">profiled by Charles Fox</a> in the local alt weekly.<br />
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This month <a href="http://www.theartassignment.com/">Art Assignment</a> host and creator Sarah Urist Green applied her extensive knowledge of art history to name a racing horse made out of pool noodles, author <a href="https://theunpositioned.parts/">Bella Bravo</a> led us through one way to write subjectively, design duo <a href="http://carlsongarcia.com/">Carlson Garcia</a> provided some deep fried dialogue and St. Louis musician <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92inrNd844Y&t=515s">Miss Lady</a> parsed her own love of putty.<br />
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Next episode, August 4, will feature photographer <a href="http://www.jedediahjohnson.com/">Jedediah Johnson</a>, Indianapolis-born/Boston-based <a href="http://calebcolephoto.com/">Caleb Cole</a> and artist April Knauber.<br />
More to come!<br />
Love,<br />
Erin<br />
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Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-48385396867684423692018-04-14T10:10:00.000-07:002018-04-14T10:10:09.471-07:00Putty Season 2Putty is returning for a second season, infused with fresh desperation...and this round is gonna be especially star-studded!<br />
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As a collaboration with Newfields' <a href=https://discovernewfields.org/give-and-join/become-member/affiliate/contemporary-art-society">Contemporary Art Society</a>, I will be in conversation with art world bulwark Mark Dion for a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/158820601424842/">very special edition of Putty</a> on Wednesday, April 18 at 7pm.<br />
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Tickets are available online and at the door of historic State Street Pub. Admission includes an exciting cocktail and entry to a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/355262348322118/">Rob Funkhouser/Thollem alt-classical freakout</a> after hours. <br />
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4/18 will also be the first opportunity to lay hands on PUTTY SEASON PASSES.<br />
Skip the chit chat with the door guy and show your support for the program by reserving a seat for the coming months.<br />
$25 for 5 episodes is a steal of a deal....<br />
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Online sales coming soon.<br />
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The official Putty season 2 debut will be Saturday, May 26 and details are coming in hot. <br />
Check my instagram: <a href="https://www.instagram.com/museum_putty/">@museum_putty</a> and sign up for the Putty newsletter to get the insider trade secrets. <br />
Thank you, I love you very much.Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-49238168789672513752018-02-28T14:58:00.001-08:002018-02-28T14:58:59.787-08:00Monumental Publication ReissueI've printed a new run of my book to commemorate a new professional setback!<br />
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<i>Museum Putty</i> 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.<br />
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Please send 5 digital American dollar bills for the symbolic partial ownership of this important piece of literature to my Venmo account:<br />
extremeappearances@gmail.com<br />
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Thank you and have a nice day.Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-81759932851486080592018-01-06T10:17:00.002-08:002018-01-07T13:22:30.241-08:00Putty OnlineIt 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 <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fj5ZBhgQSzc">live</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxW24mZI4yk">art</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2oDn0l2TJU">talk</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-lVpxFLSXM">show</a>, is now <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIU9wPko_Hc">ONLINE</a> and I am growing concerned for your health.<br />
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*Exhale*<br />
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In your viewing adventures you may some things and people that look like this:<br />
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-Anne Laker led us through a Mad Lib in October!<br />
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-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!)<br />
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-In November I had brutal period cramps and was basically a folk hero for just being there!<br />
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-Brian James Priest announced plans to build an abortion clinic in his home in December!<br />
-We played an art-generating game and A. Bowden maybe won!<br />
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-My level of alcohol consumption had dynamic effects on each episode's pacing! (unpictured)<br />
-And MORE!<br />
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Season 2 starts in April; this will have to tide you over for now.Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-9255925300671068012017-09-24T10:33:00.001-07:002017-09-26T06:30:42.056-07:00Putty Progress<br />
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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.<br />
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Last episode shed light on the curatorial philosophies of <a href="http://indymoca.org">IMOCA</a>'s executive director Paula Katz, let the B-town beat...mm drop with the poets of <a href="https://monsterhousepress.com">Monster House Press</a>, illuminated <a href="http://www.ihatepainters.com">Anna Martinez</a>'s aesthetic and spiritual debts to Catholicism and Pinterest, and connected lines between Mike <a href="https://soundcloud.com/processmyoffice">"Process my Office"</a> Moskaliuk's modular knob twiddling and stone carving personae (hint: it's texture and presence).<br />
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It was an evening of material and materiality, rooted in the staggeringly literal (house rule- no metpahors).<br />
Also there were games, an Object Report, and an existential cultural calendar called WHAT'LL WE DO?? with man on the street Michael Runge. <br />
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The next episode, Wednesday, October 4, will feature interviews with poet, provocateur and daily diarist Anne Laker, video artist and grad school denier <a href="https://vimeo.com/nickwitten">Nick Witten</a>, an exit interview with curatorial duo <a href="http://www.amweb.site">A\M</a>, and music by Casey No of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/spandrelsmusic/">Spandrels</a>, all housed within the confines of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/sspindy/">State Street Pub</a>, the Midwest's emerging destination for postdramatic theater. Doors at 7pm, show at 7:30, $2 admission.<br />
Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-19077602596042199042017-08-17T15:58:00.001-07:002017-08-17T16:07:51.870-07:00PUTTYI've embarked on a new series.<br />
PUTTY is a live art interview programme that appropriates and distorts the chat show medium.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJdu6bv9SJ9Nl0maYstpQfNn4m_9OeeXvp3BsTgWrBdT8VQJfGc6ZFgcmeknGeUOCNPt19y6Ik9bj5K8Jdj_OmovubCl4_gTEu6p6xOkZd_gAZaB9I0mKyxe1fBcBACJjk8K_vavr2L4/s1600/putty+poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGJdu6bv9SJ9Nl0maYstpQfNn4m_9OeeXvp3BsTgWrBdT8VQJfGc6ZFgcmeknGeUOCNPt19y6Ik9bj5K8Jdj_OmovubCl4_gTEu6p6xOkZd_gAZaB9I0mKyxe1fBcBACJjk8K_vavr2L4/s400/putty+poster.jpg" width="259" height="400" data-original-width="1036" data-original-height="1600" /></a><br />
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Putty pulls its inspiration from the qualities of two materials:<br />
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Museum Putty--a utilitarian substance, defined by its relationship to the institution it supports.<br />
-adheres art objects to pedestals, props them up but is rarely visible.<br />
-is malleable, ready to use, and works on almost any surface, occupying a low role in high art.<br />
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Silly Putty--a novelty product without a clear function that bounces off and sticks across surfaces. <br />
-pilfers Marmaduke's image from the Sunday comics and stretches it into new pooch mutations. <br />
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Putty plans to stick together disparate bits of the Indianapolis art scene, connecting artists as it connects audiences, growing as it rolls. <br />
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. <br />
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Episode one at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/sspindy/">State Street Pub</a> featured Rad Wytch writer <a href="https://www.peachmgzn.com/bree-jo-ann">Bree Jo'Ann</a>, interdisciplinary reality fiddler <a href="http://www.carlaknopp.com">Carla Knopp</a>, painter and punk historian <a href="http://home.mindspring.com/~beckywilson/artist/">Becky Wilson</a>, and musical guest Hen.<br />
It boasted a kitschy set designed by Cinnamon Rose and Jessica Dunn of <a href="https://www.braintwins.net">Brain Twins</a> and styling (of yrs truly) by Geraldine Lee's Vintage.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEf9Mqdgl0z2-gpz_hLtzzMVCUYxwrrFOX88Bhtl8Ax3ZiZBfICH40Sg04b-kwuyr6GPB99X2v648dSVYUg7iMRvxJH_1insWp5j4HDQayF4dFYA68tjKLRZ7zum9hCb5NSKk25-iBDp0/s1600/Putty_Hen.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEf9Mqdgl0z2-gpz_hLtzzMVCUYxwrrFOX88Bhtl8Ax3ZiZBfICH40Sg04b-kwuyr6GPB99X2v648dSVYUg7iMRvxJH_1insWp5j4HDQayF4dFYA68tjKLRZ7zum9hCb5NSKk25-iBDp0/s400/Putty_Hen.JPG" width="400" height="365" data-original-width="1600" data-original-height="1459" /></a><br />
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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. <br />
I will be your host, gleefully facilitating conversation while exercising discrete aesthetic control--deciding who you look at and where and when and how. <br />
I've prepared for this role my entire life!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAP4teYQP1e5DTrJJqy2xvuNPegry3WMBqcjtCaVjspIK0gVrrRtyugWjO3-0ZO7y7HZwUZmI0bN93kkXDQXsyNh1pQYObI1xUOV1bLOYqJzEh9zZuV35A5wqMsysW89SSJ4Ck1dBAOs/s1600/PuttyMic.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAP4teYQP1e5DTrJJqy2xvuNPegry3WMBqcjtCaVjspIK0gVrrRtyugWjO3-0ZO7y7HZwUZmI0bN93kkXDQXsyNh1pQYObI1xUOV1bLOYqJzEh9zZuV35A5wqMsysW89SSJ4Ck1dBAOs/s400/PuttyMic.JPG" width="300" height="400" data-original-width="1200" data-original-height="1600" /></a>Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-73011977605169626332017-07-30T20:29:00.000-07:002017-07-30T20:29:46.486-07:00Detention <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTh21b5URjWtpYdP8S8UHuDmLHcazVI5CgaWF-IsRTOy1JBdJ6_y12crVH6AkZSz7inB1E8H87aJ6pXWR9Z4_C9K2zn-tosnx3kqiuklUVgLxRW5ppeoNM-eUZPd-GuVq7PhB4XIrlKVQ/s1600/Detention_eventimage.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTh21b5URjWtpYdP8S8UHuDmLHcazVI5CgaWF-IsRTOy1JBdJ6_y12crVH6AkZSz7inB1E8H87aJ6pXWR9Z4_C9K2zn-tosnx3kqiuklUVgLxRW5ppeoNM-eUZPd-GuVq7PhB4XIrlKVQ/s320/Detention_eventimage.jpg" width="320" height="197" data-original-width="1600" data-original-height="986" /></a><br />
<i><br />
In April I had the opportunity to stage a solo show at Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis.<br />
Detention explored my complicated relationship to art education as a student and teacher.<br />
This piece of writing functioned as my artist statement.</i><br />
<br />
Nobody told me I’d be the next Basquiat,<br />
the next YBA, <br />
the new Jeanette Hayes<br />
smearing authenticity<br />
and hip acumen across<br />
any given art forum.<br />
Teachers never told me I’d be a <br />
bad boy impresario <br />
ashing cigs in the paté,<br />
smug in shades.<br />
But nobody told me I’d be at the beckon call<br />
of a dozen little children<br />
pasting tissue paper onto <br />
cardboard tacos,<br />
streaks of Elmer’s glue across my thighs<br />
when I show up to the grant application office<br />
in the eleventh hour.<br />
In Senior Seminar on <br />
Practical Concerns<br />
they should say <br />
“Beware of your talents,”<br />
instead of reading aloud from <br />
The Hydrogen Jukebox, <br />
underclassmen feeding back<br />
with beatnik snaps,<br />
outsider poses ossifying.<br />
Maybe that’s the implicit lesson,<br />
the unspoken compact,<br />
the vulgar picture you have to paint yourself:<br />
reallocating resources,<br />
smuggling creative labor into your dayjob,<br />
appropriating the services <br />
of your vibrant young students<br />
as I make my money<br />
teaching art<br />
while it takes away from<br />
my time to make it,<br />
spinning a cautionary tale<br />
about contradiction<br />
as it envelopes me.<br />
In detention,<br />
where I know I am<br />
because I’m bad,<br />
I crack a book:<br />
a little “Skepticism About”<br />
nestled inside <br />
“The Power of Art.”<br />
<br />
<br />
Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-53138169719943471142017-07-25T16:45:00.000-07:002017-08-25T15:03:01.597-07:00Museum PityIf it’s bad make it <br />
big red and wrong<br />
trippped over,<br />
hangdog empathy <br />
for the pedestals and benches.<br />
The Artschwager sat upon.<br />
The crowning kicked.<br />
The sculptures cucked.<br />
The platinum paintings<br />
going down in da Hall of Mirrors<br />
refract, refract:<br />
a Bruce Nauman two step-<br />
<br />
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<br />
the unfunnest club<br />
My friend guarded<br />
speed dating in the contemporary wing<br />
when a horny patron cut her shin<br />
on the Patty Chang.<br />
Blood on her radio she yelled<br />
“I’m at the Chang!”<br />
but no one came<br />
cuz no one knew the artist’s name.<br />
Guards staked a flag in skin<br />
to signify<br />
Real contempt for the Viewer.<br />
A construction sign<br />
says Pardon our Process.<br />
Maybe the pieces don’t wanna<br />
Get got.Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-35270201495445104882017-07-17T16:39:00.003-07:002017-07-30T20:30:14.554-07:00Hester Bangs Revealed, Fake Architects<i>Now that the smoke has cleared, now that the tumult has died leaving room for new, better tumult</i><br />
<i>...now that this blog lays largely fallow</i><br />
<i>I, Erin K Drew, can reveal that it was I who adopted the mantle of Hester Bangs to write some of the most hated the least read Indianapolis art reviews of Fall 2016.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i> <i>Now that we have escaped 2016 relatively intact I feel I owe it to the brave fake architects who shared accounts of their counterfeit professions with me to publish their words. Originally published on the Broken Glass wordpress from the mouth of my alter ego Hester Bangs, I present my review of the Exhibit Columbus symposium. </i><br />
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Exhibit Columbus–Columbus, Indiana’s inaugural design symposium–happened this past weekend.<br />
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I’ve tried my hardest to understand Columbus’s architectural legacy but whenever I attempt to do my research or listen to someone knowledgeable talk on the subject I briefly and respectfully fall asleep.<br />
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In lieu of attending the keynote sessions and panels , I interviewed a crop of upcoming designers and architects at a tiki bar in Indianapolis. We spoke over several rounds of Fishtanks— blue curacao with a salted rim and goldfish cracker skewer— and tried to fill in the gaps of my understanding of the practice, its theories, and the event.<br />
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Profiles of these visionary makers are presented below and ordered from sober to sloshed. Questions by Hester Bangs are presented in bold. Comments by some subjects are italicized where noted.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>E.J. Troubleshooting (architect, Chicago, IL)</u></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">Would you say you identify as a duck or a decorated shed?</span></b><br />
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I like the elegance of the duck. They align with my personal philosphy of grace and utility and motion and the duck’s body has all that and a wingspan and a tail.<br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><b>What would be your ideal building in which to cry?</b></span><br />
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I feel it depends on what kind of crying you’d like to do. If you’d like to do loud, mournful crying i’d like some sort of cathedral-like structure. But perhaps to simplify maybe a tube— a big tube that would resonate your cries.<br />
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But if you want to cry in private I would suggest a form like an igloo, but— kind of like, a sock-like structure that would be close to the ground. It would allow you a lot of privacy.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #fff2cc;">I</span><span style="color: cyan;">f houses are machines for living, what kind of a machine would you say you are?</span></b><br />
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I suppose the kind of machine I am is a thinking machine gone awry and I’m just generating meaningless sentences and verbiage.<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">And finally: Fuck/marry/kill: Doric columns, Ionic columns, corinthian columns.</span></b><br />
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I would fuck myself, kill you, and I don’t know which column I would marry because I intentionally unlearned all this stuff when I became a minimalist architect.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Misbehave (designer, Columbus, IN)</u></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">Fuck/marry/kill: Doric columns, Ionic columns, corinthian columns.</span><br />
<br />
I’d def fuck Doric— Clean shaven a little androgynous<br />
<br />
<span style="color: cyan;">lol!</span><br />
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It’s all boils down to a hygiene thing<br />
<br />
<span style="color: cyan;">oh my god, gross</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Burt Harbinson (architect, Malibu, CA)</u></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">Fuck/marry/kill– doric, ionic, corinthian columns</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br />
</span></b> hmm i think i’ll go with ionic…it’s the “just right” bowl of oatmeal—<br />
not too simple but not gaudy either.<br />
like how Chanel said she’d always take off one accessory before she headed out the door…maximal but self editing…<br />
Chanel was a nazi sympathizer and should not be glorified.<br />
o i just realized it was marry fuck kill not “which r u”<br />
so hmm marry ionic fuck corinthian kill doric<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Burt Harbinson and Matt Boyd Lepht (architect, Indianapolis, IN)</u></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">If a house is a machine for living, what kind of machine are you?</span><br />
<br />
a machine for crying<br />
<br />
<span style="color: cyan;">tell me more</span><br />
<br />
that was the first thing that came to my head but i do cry a lot<br />
<br />
<b><span style="color: cyan;">What is the right building to cry in? </span></b><br />
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My home.<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">What specific to your home?</span></b><br />
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I like to cry in my bedroom or my bed.<br />
<br />
<b><span style="color: cyan;">I tend to think that cars are the best place to cry.</span></b><br />
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But you’re so exposed!<br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><b><span style="color: #fff2cc;">I think that they are incredbly intuitive as a crying space, like—i’m moving, you’re looking, they’re looking<i> </i></span></b><i><span style="color: #fff2cc;">(trails off into unintelligible drunk hot air)</span></i></span><br />
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Crying in cars is dangerous.<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">So could we imagine your ideal cry spot?</span></b><br />
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It’s my bed.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><b>Your current bed? What color is your bed?</b></span><br />
<br />
I really love my bed and I like to buy things to make my bed more comfortable<br />
<br />
In the coming weeks I think I’ll be purchasing a bedskirt<br />
<br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><b>That’s incredible</b></span><br />
<br />
And a duvet cover— I’m going to go to Ikea and get a duvet cover with pictures of plants on it.<br />
<br />
<b><span style="color: cyan;">GOD that sounds gorgeous. Ikea is fucking weird.</span></b><br />
<br />
I love Ikea<br />
<br />
<b><span style="color: cyan;">It’s intense</span></b><br />
<br />
Let’s talk about Ikea, that’s a great topic of conversation.<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">ALRIGHT. <i>(to Matt Boyd Lepht) </i>Have you been there?</span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">MBL: Do they sell food inside??</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;"><i>(emphatic)</i> YEAH, THEY DO.</span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">MBL:</span> No, no i haven’t been.<br />
<br />
<span style="color: cyan;"><b>They have dollar hotdogs <i>(Editor’s note: they’re 50 cents.)</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">MBL:</span> That’s what I’ve heard. Something about hotdogs…<br />
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Last time I was there I got the vegetable balls which I don’t…recommend that.<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">MBL: </span>NO vegetable balls? What else do they have?<br />
<br />
I like to go to IKEA on a weekday around noon.<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">Why?</span></b><br />
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Cuz there’s nobody there!<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">OH MY GOD THAT SOUNDS AMAZING. No people is choice.</span></b><br />
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(long explanation about the show room and the warehouse and how it works)<br />
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There’s three stories…It’s like Disney Land and you’re on a ride that ends where you’re looking at these possible futures for youself…in a warehouse<br />
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I like the grocery cuz they sell tubes of creamed smoke roe<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">THAT’S AWESOME.</span></b><br />
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It’s really weird— it’s like tubes of hydrogenated canola oil with fish roe in it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Braun Strumen </u><i><u>(architect, Las Vegas, NV– designer of minimalist tire chains, specializes in repurposing former Taco Bells)</u></i></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">Do you see yourself as a Duck or a Decorated Shed?</span></b><br />
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Deep down, I’m a shed.<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">Much has been made in postmodern architectural theory about the super reality of the Las Vegas main strip…</span></b><br />
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yes duh<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">What did you learn from Las Vegas?</span></b><br />
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I can pee and poo wherever.<br />
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<b><span style="color: cyan;">Go on…</span></b><br />
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like…poo poo<br />
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<i>Hester Bangs dislikes metaphors but will use them. She joyfully appropriates the swaggering obstinance of contemporary American culture’s creemiest critics while wearing the scarlet letter of the Indpls art scene for being a bad bad girl.</i>Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-39982551094717821922016-09-12T07:33:00.000-07:002016-09-18T20:32:59.923-07:00Poetry RecapsSo, a few weeks ago I was supposed to perform some of my favorite Classic Poems for a show at General Public Collective but I forgot my notes!!<br />
Luckily I was familiar enough with the basic content that I was able to offer highlights of all the important parts.<br />
All signs point to my memory getting better and better!<br />
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Many thanks to my favorite Hoosier-poet-turned-expat <a href=http://www.monsterhousepress.com/things-just-arent-they-james-payne/">James Payne</a> for documentation and support.Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-35120632821000143192016-09-03T15:35:00.001-07:002016-09-03T15:35:42.899-07:00Extreme Exit StrategiesSeven years deep, I'm determining ways to officially end Extreme Appearances.<br />
This will likely manifest in a physical publication, long hinted at.<br />
A piece of print to expunge the records. Not the coffee table book I once imagined, but a slim photocopied volume of greatest hits.<br />
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And hanging in the website's place, digital residue.<br />
A list of search terms to redirect your way finding. <br />
Did you mean<br />
<br />
Extreme Ape Hangers<br />
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Extreme Apathy <br />
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Extreme Apricot<br />
<br />
Extreme Apple Body<br />
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Extreme Appetite Suppressants<br />
<br />
or<br />
<br />
Clean to the Extreme/Appearances<br />
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<br />
13 Extremely Unfortunate Boner Appearances<br />
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<br />
Extreme Readers: This Man Proves that Love does not Depend on Appearances!<br />
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Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-50715900109494258842016-08-23T15:48:00.001-07:002016-09-12T07:34:29.022-07:00Call for Monumental Anecdotes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqiML9thY2QmApThbmYxlNHpTslk-OcAZRaJ_DCgvZGEIbojCCA_xqJcdt7vzWt1rhrvbUYvKhMDSshQc1tbjgA9mMUDpDDNvJFlCiaFIu5-1yxaBD5BocVL61IRbhrJi3jFxi17LH9M/s1600/pull+the+trigger.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEqiML9thY2QmApThbmYxlNHpTslk-OcAZRaJ_DCgvZGEIbojCCA_xqJcdt7vzWt1rhrvbUYvKhMDSshQc1tbjgA9mMUDpDDNvJFlCiaFIu5-1yxaBD5BocVL61IRbhrJi3jFxi17LH9M/s320/pull+the+trigger.jpg" width="320" height="320" /></a><br />
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Friends:<br />
Some of you have spent many years in Indianapolis; others just a few significant weeks. <br />
Regardless, I come to you in search of your experiences. <br />
<br />
I have been asked to make artwork for the Harrison Center for the Arts Bicentennial celebration of the state of Indiana. <br />
This group show will hinge on Monumentality and literally and figuratively be inspired by the Soldiers and Sailors Monument, the heavily adorned obelisk at the center of my non-mean city. <br />
<br />
For this show, I plan to collect anecdotes from you about *monumental* experiences you have had in the vast and varied neighborhoods of Indianapolis.<br />
I will represent your experiences in the form of fabric flags that simplify and symbolize events and blur lines between public and private history. <br />
Ultimately, these anecdotal flag designs will be fabricated on a smaller scale and sold in the gift shop of the Soldiers and Sailors Monument itself.<br />
<br />
What experiences count as MONUMENTAL?<br />
I want to hear about your arguments, illnesses, and unexpected discoveries. I want tales of lust, tragedy, tragicomedy, dissociation and drunkenness.<br />
I want to hear about the events that came to signify your experiences with specific districts of Indianpolis— from Broadripple to Fountain Sqaure, from Castelton to Englewood, to whatever happens on the westside.<br />
If you do not know what to write, I am always interested in the conditions that produce public crying.<br />
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The artwork resulting from this project will be exhibited October 7-28 at the Harrison Center alongside a short statement culled from your testimonial.<br />
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Please limit your anecdotes to 500 words and specify the neighborhood in which your story occurred. <br />
Submissions are needed by Thursday, September 1, 2016 and should be directed to extremeappearances@gmail.com<br />
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Your favorite flag waving Hoosier,<br />
Erin K DrewErin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-18457636062060874852016-06-04T12:31:00.000-07:002016-06-04T12:33:18.085-07:00Financial ReportWhilst on weird art sabbatical at the Indiana Dunes, have been exploring my fraught relationship to work. <br />
Perversely, this ongoing dialogue has played out in my teaching endeavors, where I've forced my impressionable young students to design alternate currencies and explain the perceived alchemical process that creates value.<br />
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And their money's tight as fuck!<br />
Please enjoy these recently declassified documents from the archives of my hard drive.<br />
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More declassified documents from abandoned endeavors to come this week!!Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-57548596355675094152016-01-31T12:08:00.002-08:002016-01-31T12:54:32.730-08:00Mall Talk/Food Court DriftE: <i>These were Kiosks that I was setting up. A pyramid of gold bars, cheap/fake jewelry on felt displays and a laptop with a jewelry scale</i><br />
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R: <i>It was like an old beach house..I worked in the stock room which was really bright with floor to ceiling rolling shelves</i><br />
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E: <i>The buildings are cavernous and unfurnished, save for the 20ft tall wire racks that define the aisles, full of back stock.</i><br />
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R: <i>I had to be there at midnight and was there til noon sorting through a jungle of shoes.<br />
</i><br />
I'm waiting by the phone for the mall to call. If i don't get the job I'll be shattered. I don't even want it, i need it, it's almost beneath me. But I imagine the discounts on face balms, the cucumber mask from the artsy apothecary I could try getting into. I imagine a ritual i will invent- Enzo pizza and a seltzer with lemon, beer somewhere bourgie after work on Wednesdays, my new life as a shadow Gap girl armed with a folding board, a cashmere with a cowl neck sliding soundlessly down. Last minute madness on Xmas eve. I'm not religious so it will be refreshing to spend the day in the service of something bigger than myself, my emerging relationship with the girl at the food court who gives smoothie samples, her neat white smile for me. Bland house music on Pandora, twisting in a three way mirror. <br />
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E: <i>I remember the way it smelled in there- like warm plastic and cheap incense- and the feeling of having a job and tasks that i knew I could perform well. It's where I learned that I was excellent at customer service.<br />
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R: <i>This 4 year old girl saw me fixing a mannequin and started pointing to me and trying to get her mothers attention. She was yelling, "Mom there's a real person in there!" Her mother said,"No those are just mannequins!" For some reason, I decided to say to the girl, "She's right I'm not real. " <br />
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Maybe my mom will respect me, grotesquely overqualified, maybe I'll thwart a terrorist attack- a bomb in an H&M bag. Maybe I'll trip a Colts fan, misanthropy winning my body back, babies drooling in their strollers, men peddling hair extensions in unbranded kiosks. <br />
What's the weirdest store? Flag World? I remember being a teen, marching around, flapping the tiny flags. There's nothing you can do in a mall to truly feel rebellious. I find this vaguely comforting, a hug from my homeland. I practically grew up in traffic around a Galyan's, my mom and I wobbling in our winter coats out of the car across the ice to stroll through Sears, power walk by Pass Pets, the smell of a shar pei's cage- piss on newspaper wafting into Kaybee Toys. In B Dalton sitting with the Spin Guide to Alternative Rock across my lap, taking notes: Hole, Bratmobile, B-52s. I fell immediately in love with a boy at Sam Goody admiring the same Smashing Pumpkins poster as me, but I'll never see him again. Now I'm 31.<br />
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R: <i>One of my co-workers was this older woman who seemed like Mother Time to me then but she was probably only 34 but had been smoking every day of her life.</i><br />
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E: <i>I started to notice random men of different ages starting to congregate around that bench. They would all just watch me dress and undress the mannequins and it was really uncomfortable. Every time I would change that window it would happen. Complete strangers sitting on a bench together watching me. </i><br />
<br />
One time Vanessa and I went to Castleton with a carton of raw eggs, left them nestled in Macy's miniature Christmas trees, on the stools at the piercing pagoda, in the pockets of dangling minks. We dubbed our game "You're the Rotten Egg," evading mall security, pre-Segway era; shoot the mall cop in your head.<br />
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<i>Editor's note: the phone never rang.</i>Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-39953321663333953692016-01-14T07:46:00.001-08:002016-01-14T07:52:59.427-08:00Best of 2015: Drugs/RealityI am pretty much always confused about my body-- its contents, its boundaries.<br />
Where should it go? Why is it clumsier in a winter coat and how do I compensate for that?<br />
<br />
Language roots my reality, imposes order. Language allows me to organize and navigate more reliably, creating meaning, albeit slippery in the world around me.<br />
This is why I largely avoid marijuana.<br />
The significance of this decision was reinforced at the end of 2015, when I spent a terrifying night altered by a slim teaspoon of THC cheesecake. <br />
<br />
The change happened gradually. <br />
I was drawing with friends in a brightly lit kitchen, listening to music. There were snacks, probably good ones. Jokes were made.<br />
But slowly everything took on a more sinister hue.<br />
The record was scary and sounded very big. My friends looked outlandish. <br />
I no longer had the ability to engage with them in the ways I relied on. My words were shutting down, overwhelmed by other senses--unreliable senses.<br />
Terrifying senses.<br />
<br />
With the remaining scraps of my verbal faculties, I asked to be led somewhere to lie down. <br />
A friend took me to his bed then retreated from the room, where I was left to remember what Friend and Room meant.<br />
I felt distress at a departing benevolent presence, but by that time I had largely dissolved into a series of unbounded chemical reactions. I recognized that my matter was bleeding into the molecules around me. My vision was darkening. Death would come soon.<br />
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I approached death without fear or sentiment, understanding at once that there was no god, just the gristle and chemistry inside me and a senseless, disordered series of words moving through it. Familiar terms cycled through my mind, rootless and unrelenting. Then everything feel silent.<br />
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The next morning I awoke. I asked myself if I still liked coffee, Now That I Was Different.<br />
I decided I would try to.<br />
I met with a Friend. We had a plan to draw, and it seemed important to keep this Plan, that we'd written together on our Calendars with Pens. <br />
I don't indulge in psychedelic art. It is off brand, best left to the Alex Grays and Fred Tomasellis, but I allowed myself to make one drawing before putting this experience decisively behind me. <br />
It is pictured below. <br />
The drawing is stupid, pot is drugs, reality is fleeting and very frightening.<br />
Trust nothing.<br />
Happy New Year everyone. <br />
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Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-63593297287628372122016-01-09T09:19:00.002-08:002016-01-09T09:19:52.871-08:00Best Books of 2015Reading Lynne Tillman at Jellystone<br />
<br />
Justin and I eat dinner in the car in a downpour and he curses and bashes dishes around because we've aligned each other in two different camps:<br />
Indoor Kid//Outdoor Kid<br />
This Is A False Dichotomy, I think, as I plug in the pot of coffee (outside) the next morning and in a nylon chair I read a non-linear novel while tents unzip around me.<br />
It's early. <br />
An attendant rolls past in a golf cart festooned with a giant tinsel spider. It's Halloween weekend in July at Jellystone, and as I walk to the bathrooms I step over plastic fangs and packs of Sweet Tarts.<br />
I watch a bee build something in the bathroom then I return to my book. <br />
It's called "Haunted Houses!" <br />
The air grows humid as the rain dries on the fiberglass sculpture of Yogi Bear.Erin K Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6633277810470548662.post-21691507020965093752015-12-17T07:39:00.000-08:002015-12-17T07:40:40.956-08:00Response to review of "Doing it Themselves: Artists Explore the Handmade"<i>I wrote this in response to the <a href="http://www.nuvo.net/indianapolis/review-doing-it-themselves-at-the-iac/Content?oid=3679812">review of "Doing it Themselves: Artists Exploring the Handmade"</a> by Dan Grossman, on view at the <a href="http://indplsartcenter.org">Indianapolis Art Center</a> until January 30, 2016. </i><br />
<br />
I want to respond to the point that my artwork “may not offer social commentary…if there is such a thing, beyond irreverence.”<br />
As an instructor, I insist to my students that the primary job of an artist is to communicate—either by visualizing the ineffable, or by contributing to an onging cultural dialogue in a way that adds something to our understanding of the world.<br />
It is her responsbility to know what she is trying to communicate before the viewer, loaded with his own experiences and influences, complicates the dialogue.<br />
<br />
I am interested in investigating the distinctions between art, decoration, and kitsch and the function of adornment. I am fascinated by the utility of pictures, particularly the kind that are so commonplace as to be overlooked. <br />
The piece referred to by Mr. Grossman, “Welcome” references a traditional household sign—a plaque or flag bearing a pineapple saying “Welcome,” or “Welcome Friends.” <br />
While I’m aware of the history of pineapples as symbols for goodwill, I am more confused about the ubiquity of this kind of signage in homes or on the shelves of stores, where many people seem to purchase framed images.<br />
What would be the affect if the artist adjusts the language?<br />
<br />
I guess this could be referred to as a kind of irreverence, if you choose to hear me “taking a tone,” but I consider it part of an investigation into the function of marginal forms. <br />
As I wrote in my statement for “Doing it Themselves,” I am equally fascinated with looking at the reflexively made art of neighborhood backyards and basement thrift stores as the art of galleries and museums. I relate to the imperfections of these forms and their immediacy. <br />
Surprisingly, this gets into terrain about class and power. <br />
The people who made the puffpainted sweatsuit or poured concrete lawn goose might have access to 3D printers and and wireless scanning but as a downwardly mobile artist in search of a sustainable practice, I do not. Or, more significantly, I choose to work with the materials to which I have more immediate access (paper, plywood, paint). In this case the medium is part of the message.<br />
In this same way, choosing to learn from a small business’s hand painted signage or investigate the function of folk mediums could be an attempt at amplifying the marginal and destabilizing power, which is the thrust of my artmaking commentary. Sorry mom and Mr. Grossman, it’s not just a phase.<br />
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