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Furbirdsqueerly did a review of the show and you can find it HERE.

OH ART OH PRESS RELEASE……..OH ART OH PRESS RELEASE……….OH ART OH PRESS RELEASE……….OH ART OH PRESS RELEASE……….OH ART OR PRESS RELEASE

Mrs. Emma O. Furbird & Miss Cassey Role

News to Amuse Bulletin #36

BEES SWARM AT OPENING! ART PATRONS STAMPEDE!

SAN DIEGO-CALIF.– AN AFTERNOON TEA AND ART OPENING ON TUESDAY AT THE GADTONE GALLERY ENDED ABRUPTLY AND TURNED INTO A WILD MELEE. HUNDREDS OF BEES CAME SWARMING DOWN FROM THE CEILING OF THE GALLERY STARTLING PATRONS AT A SHOW ENTITLED DANGER/ART. ACCORDING TO EYEWITNESSES AT THE OPENING, PATRONS IN THEIR HASTE TO GET TO THE EXIT DOORS KNOCKED OVER TABLES OF FOOD AND BEVERAGES, DAMGED WORKDS OF ART, AND A WOMEN WAS INJURED WHEN SHE WAS PUSHED AND LANDED FACE DOWN IN MARY VITO’S SCULPTURE, “LARGE WHITE EGGS HIDDEN IN FINE SAND”,CAUSING MASSIVE DAMAGE TO THE WORK OF ART. THE WOMEN REQUIRED MEDICAL ATTENTION AND AN AMBULANCE WAS SUMMONED.

“I THOUGHT AT FIRST THAT I WAS WITNESSING SOME FORM OF ARTISTIC PROJECTION,” STATED JEAN JONES, “BUT THEN I REALIZE THAT THE BEES WERE INDEED REAL WHEN ONE BUZZED PAST MY EAR.” I GOT THE HELL OUT OF THERE REAL FAST.” IN A STATEMENT TO OUR ROVING REPORTER ROSE BUSH OUR NEWS TO AMUSE REPORTER, MR. HALVIN GATONE OWNER OF THE GALLERY SAID, “WE APOLOGY TO OUR GALLERY ARTISTS AND PATRONS.” “WE DO NOT KNOW HOW THE BEES ENTERED THE GALLERY, AND WILL BE DOING EXTENSIVE SEARCH FOR ANY POSSIBLE INGRESS POINTS.

OTHER WORKS OF ART BESIDES VITO’S THAT WERE DAMAGED OR DESTROYED IN THE PANIC WERE, BILLY CRISIS VIEDO SYSTEM FOR, “NO BEEPING WHILE BACKING UP TRUCK”, MISSY WRIGHT’S STRING CONSTRUCTION, “DON’T TRIP ON THIS OR A BUCKET OF WATER WILL LAND ON YOUR HEAD.” (IT WORKED) AND FARMER BROWN’S “HUNGRY PIG IN A PEN,” WHICH DURING THE EXCITEMENT BROKE LOOSE FROM ITS CONFINES, RAN MADLY ABOUT THE GALLERY, STARTLING PATRONS FUTHER, AND FINALLY STOPPED TO GOBBLE UP ALL THE FOOD WHICH HAD FALLEN ON THE FLOOR.

“ALL IN ALL IT WAS A VERY WILD AFTERNOON,’ MS. JONES STATED.

…..OH ART OH MAIL ART GALLERY, NEWS TO AMUSE BULLETINE #36, DECEMBER 1990.

 

Note on this work: Before the Onion, before fake news this bulletin was #36 in a series of news to amuse bulletins that our mail art gallery attendants Mrs. Emma O. Furbird and Ms. Cassey Role sent out to our mailing list. When visiting at a gallery show the other day I thought of this one when I noticed a lot of yellowed ghost tape marks on the ceiling of the gallery and said, “Let me go to the book of written works and find Bees Swarm At Opening, Art Patrons Stampede. Sure enough I did find the piece so I want to share it with all of you.

A friend asked if I would write something about the art that I did/do after reading a piece of mine, The Museum Was Closed Today So I Took A Stroll: Some Art in 10 city blocks. My favorite line in that piece which would go under the categories of  “performance, flow, dance, and let’s eat” is, “A thousand ants carry a dead beetle home.” I like that art work, it works well under the series Now You See It, Now You Don’t. It only asks you to use your mind and see it. See the action as it moves across the dirt toward the hole in the ground. I know the ants are artists do they? Does it matter? Can only people be artists? Are they? A person asked me years ago when the piece was first written if I had a photograph to show of this work. I wondered out loud if they had a mind and never heard from the person again.

Another of my happy go lucky works of art in dance is this. Mind it now it is very simple. “Jump Up Create a Space, Go Back Down Space Erased.”  I do hope there isn’t any need to say anymore. Try it on a windy day and see if you get blown over to the next space. Do it again if you do. I also wrote at this time about out sweeping your sidewalk rearranging the dirt and dust. “Dust cloud up in the air, dust it lands down other-where.”

A little revolution in art never hurt a damn person.   A revolution in society leaves many without heads.

I read the other day in an art magazine (gad I hate those things) that now due to the economic times art will get lighter. There it goes see it going, going, gone into outer space. I had a good laugh at the person making that statement. He was answering a question, “Where is art going in these economic depressed times,”  Or the statement from the Dean of Yale Art School when asked with a host of other art worldly conductors had this to say about where art was going. “People who travel light and do things that are contrary and ephemeral are going to have a good moment.” WOW. Is dat me Jesus?  I know that I have always been contrary. In fact I was a contrary in my former life. I love being contrary. My art is contrary to the art system because I think it is full of shit.  Hey I mean the art system not my art. My art is contrary to buying and selling I do neither. My art does not rely on a collector base to support it, my art is neither priced too high or too low, its free, and I don’t have to worry about a dealer selling my art to stay in business. My art doesn’t look good over your sofa but it might sting you in your ass. You will never have to dust my picture frames nor Windex my glass.  I don’t like glamorous, I don’t like to play kissy buttee. I don’t like being cooler than the next gal.

Someone said the other day now that the glitz and glamor in the art world is over maybe we can serve some heads on a stick. You know who buys art won’t touch that with a ten foot pole, as they will be the art. The same miserable bastards that have taken everything for a ride.  Damn wait a second, this type of art making I am now engaging in wasn’t suppose to appear to near the end when I offer the solution on what to do about leftovers if you don’t want to eat them. I have always held that if we are engaging in revolution and smashing capitalism part of that effort by me as an artist is to break down and destroy that which is called and named art, the art market and those who butterfly around it all. If we hate the capitalist pigs why give them comfort, why give them more bragging rights, why give them prestige, why give them anything. A report came across our desk here are the opening lines: A document listing all the contributions to Donald Trump’s $106.7 million inauguration includes the names of quite a few art world power players.” ( 1 ) In these dreadful times our job is to take. Please don’t give me any of your sick sobs about how your glad the rich are supporting art rather than whatever else they could be supporting honey we been over this a million times, they are using the money that they made in supporting whatever it is that they support to support the arts. I once knew of a woman, have written about her before, who was of the DOW Family. You know the folks who brought good things to life like napalm, well she was all over the place buying contemporary art,everybody love her and said, fuck her shady past, fuck all of the folks and forests that were hit with napalm. She gives to the arts and supports us. What bull that type of reasoning is!  All of the rich take and they are taking and taking again and again. This job of smashing, it’s a big job. Thanks our lucky stars that with Trump in office some of our rallying cries are bearing fruit.

I want my art to question people’s actions and assumptions. Rather than continuing what they are doing just because everyone else is doing it or because it is the way it has always been done. Please don’t get me wrong, I don’t give a fuck or a rats ass if everyone and the grandma is making art for the system. Go ahead and do it. I don’t care if there are more artists now than the population of all of Tarnation. If everyone paints lovelies for their walls, or paints their angst for all to see.  Do I care if you make a picture that when one looks at they are transported to a place where they would rather be because of your skills in making it look so real. That looks just like a postcard I have heard someone say one day while I was working in the art museum. Yeah, back in one of my days I surround myself with 5 buildings full of art for 8 hours a day just to make a living. Damn was that something. I finally had to leave when I discovered that I had the whole place memorized. I knew where everything in that place was and could tell you if you asked me. I bet I was better at museuming than all the hotsy totsy curators in the place. Them that only knew theirs and missed out on all of ours. I think that I like politicks better than art anyway.

All of that said I will start by telling you about some of my old art. Art from back in the day. Art from when I traveled light.

art and ME.. (more…)

photo courtesy of Marc Burns

tape, chair, rope, boards, plastic and water

He takes the ordinary and makes it un-ordinary by an almost magical arrangement of materials into puzzles’ and questions that don’t need to be answered necessarily. But gosh when we try we have fun. Draped, wrapped, bound, tied, wound around, mysteries under cover that don’t require me to wonder, what’s under that wrap up? Beautiful presents not to be disturbed by questions of what’s inside. As I sit here writing those words I think “what’s underneath the tarps” never crossed my mind.

Photo courtesy of- Thomas Foran

This art opens up so many possibilities. It doesn’t shut anything down. It doesn’t say aren’t I nice because it doesn’t need to. It is there for the learning, for the moving us from here to there from one place to the next. We don’t always know where we will land or what we are landing on but land somewhere we will. Or then just maybe we won’t, maybe we will keep going, going, going. A push that gives out another push, a new invention inventing another invention.  This work doesn’t say “aren’t I nice for over your sofa,” it doesn’t fit in a nice little nice frame, No telling viewers “I am as slick as slick can be.” It can not, repeat and repeat after so many in the art world and say, “My mommy went to art school and this is what she learned.”  It doesn’t behave itself. It can’t, it doesn’t know how, it won’t, just a few reasons we love it. It doesn’t tell me I am “like” art. It boldly says I am art and means it. For all the reasons, in all the art history we know it is true.

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Photo courtesy of- Marc Burns

TEACH US TO OPEN UP OUR EYES (more…)

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Waterweight  Marc Burns

We can’t get enough of this artist. This exhibition looks to us like it will be one of the more exciting shows we have seen in Hartford in a long time.

OPENING:
Sunday 4/9 2 ~ 9pm
GALLERY OPEN
Tues.,Thurs. 1 > 5pm
Weds. 4.30 > 7.30pm
or by appointment
CLOSING t.b.a

ARTSPACE HARTFORD
555 ASYLUM ST

information,appointments:
Marc Burns
860 371 7898
marcburns543@gmail.com

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· Hosted by Marc Burns
OPENING:
Sunday 4/9 2 ~ 9pm
GALLERY OPEN
Tues.,Thurs. 1 > 5pm
Weds. 4.30 > 7.30pm
or by appointment
CLOSING t.b.a
ARTSPACE HARTFORD
555 ASYLUM ST
information,appointments:
Marc Burns
860 371 7898
marcburns543@gmail.com

One of our favorite artists in Hartford Ct area is Marc Burns. He is having an exhibition of his works opening on Sunday April 8, 2017 fr0m 3:00pm to 9:00pm. This exhibition will be held at Art Space, Asylum Street Hartford Ct. We like Marc’s art because it is art. It doesn’t say, I have been to art school and this is what I learned. It is not “like art.” Very few creative types get that.  Come on out for some wonderful art, art we celebrate and art we always love.

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