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New Show at Art Space Hartford

Posted: July 28, 2017 in art

Its sounding like another must see show coming to town this August with some of our favorite artists showing their work. Check it out.

Art Space Hartford, 555 Asylum Avenue, Hartford Ct. 06105

Opening Reception Saturday August 12, 2017  7:00pm-9pm

Gallery Hours: August 2nd-August 31st, 2017 by appointment.

For appointment; Email: joebunkeo@joebunkeo.com      Text: 869-940-0547   Website: http://joebunkeo.com

Facebook Page HERE.

 

Meet Ruthie Hillard

Posted: July 18, 2017 in a story, art

Meet Ruthie Hillard was first published on Queerartist blog. Queerartist knew Ruthie Hillard growing up in Goon City.  Ruthie would always show with the young artists in town whenever there was a art exhibition. We asked Queerartist if we could re-publish this piece as Ruthie has a lot to say not only about art but about politics too.

Scrap Work, 2002

by Ruthie Hillard

Ruthie Hillard always had scraps lying around. Scraps of this and scraps of that. In Ruthie’s house there was a large room. On one end of the room was a large bay area with many windows. It was there that she had set up 3 old dining room tables. Ruthie never told us where she ever got so many dining room tables as in her dining room she had a nice oak one that matched her china closet and sideboard. Ruthie liked to walk and in her walks she picked up scraps. A scrap of paper, a piece of string, a piece of metal that had fallen off a car. She pulled a shopping cart with a few boxes in it. One for paper, one for metal, one for odd bits of this and that. Of course everyone thought her to be a bit off and according to Ruthie she was of course. Not like them at all. Won’t want to be. So sterile, so fit in the box,  so wonder bread. Little Boxes, Little Boxes the song was written for them. Straight out of the boob tube.

When Ruthie got home after a day of collecting supplies, she would wash her hands, make herself a nice cup of tea, and get to work.  Scrap work is a piece that she gave to my cousin with the instructions to give it to me. She was always working at making her art. I went down to Goon City and asked her, “Ruthie, can I give you a show on my blog?” Well at 88 she really didn’t know what a blog was confusing it with a bog as she was a bit hard of hearing. After explaining to her what a blog was she consented. I went out for a walk around Goon City with Ruthie and she showed me some areas that she thought highly of. “By all means take a picture and put it on your bog.” (she never got it) “These things are as much my art as the things I make in my sun room.” See that window there? If nothing else put that on your bog. So we did put a few of these things on this “bog.” Things that Ruthie pointed out and that I must admit were quite interesting.

A Window That I Admire.

We clapped for this art. It is called Bird King.

 

 

Ruthie and I have no idea what this picture was. But both thought it to be very beautiful and well worth it to include it in this posting. I told Ruthie that I think the photograph was taken when the camera was in the pocket of my coat, I slipped my hand in and my hand hit the picture button. We both loved that idea and I promised I would take some more pictures of inside my pocket for a later posting.

Got Something In My Pocket, art.

Last but not least this is a photo from our walk. It is of Jake’s Corner Store. You see posted on the door Jake is holding a sale of big hair. Come on in. Get your big hair. Soon Halloween will be here and big hair is nice to wear. Stick some birds in it. Maybe some flowers. Add some rubber snakes. Just wear some big hair and everyone will think that you are a star of something.

Ruthie wanted some of her out door work to be shown in this exhibition. She choose one that was done near the pond. At one time Boyce Hubbard had a cabin in the area. He worked for Ruthie’s father doing all sorts of work. The cabin burned down years ago but in digging around one could find broken dishes bottles, glass and all sorts of other things.  Ruthie mapped out the area and said, “anything that I find in this area will be my art supplies for the day.” Ruthie worked for a short time on Monday morning and then took a break and ate her tuna fish sandwich, and drank her bottle of apple juice. She always drank apple juice when out and about as she was afraid if she started on a bottle of wine that she wouldn’t make it home. That happened more than once and many times she woke up under the trees. Ruthie didn’t recall the date that she made these pieces but thinks it might have been sometime in the early 1970s.

Art out doors from Ruthie’s photo album

I asked Ruthie how could she just make some art and leave it out near the pond where probably the kids would wreck it if they came around. Ruthie didn’t seem at all concerned about that. “Well I do hope that they for a few seconds can stop and say, “what the hell is this stuff, and how did it get out here by the pond?” She only worked an area once and that was it. Didn’t even stop to take a look when she passed by the pond, on her way through the pine tree forest to the other side of town or on her way to visit Bessy Bates. One day in the Pine Tree Forest she found a dead black bird, dug a hole, buried it and sang a little song. Ruthie is like that, always mindful of other beings. You know I like the idea of bringing the “whats underground out and into the open, like some dig in ancient lands. My grandfather use to dig down by the river and had an amazing collection of arrow heads, stone tools and other artifacts. When Great Grandfather Bates was alive he could identify each and every thing that my grandfather found. The decision was made to give the whole collection to the historical society and the Bates wrote information about the Wongunks the tribe they belonged to for that section of Goon City history.

This is one of Ruthie’s String Works. She didn’t want any other pictures taken of the other string works in her studio as in her words, “there’s not one in the bunch that I give one rats ass for.” I am not very good at working in string but you can include one just so the viewers will know what I have tried string and couldn’t make a go of it. You know I use to take a good hard look at the cord attached to the vacuum cleaner and I tossed it from here and there. I liked the lines on the floor. I also liked the idea of what the vacuum was picking up as the whole part of this cord art. I tried this art years ago gee maybe around 1969 or so. Gave it up and hope someone else takes it up. I figure its drawing, sound art and disappearance art all in one. Sort of the opposite of painting, where one takes a nice fresh white canvass and mucks it up with paint. Here we take a dirty area and clean it up with the vacuum. Here today gone tomorrow. That’s a good motto.

The first collage is an untitled piece or just say “I have forgotten what it is called.” The collage on the bottom is of the famous accordion player Pauline Oliveros when she was in concert in Hartford Connecticut. Ms. Oliveros was on her back with a leg up playing the accordion. Pauline Oliveros was one of my favorite composers and I was delighted to have met her. In 1984 I went up to Hartford with Janet Owens and stayed for a week to attend the NEW Music America Festival. Pauline played there along with some of the greats in new music. What a week that was.  I will never forget at Center Church, Glenn Branca was playing.  The audience members were offered ear plugs as Glenn’s music was LOUD!! Well I said to the women passing out the plugs how in the world can I hear the music with these in my ears. “Oh, she said, just a warning you may need to tone it down.”  “Well,” said Ruthie, “I got eight fingers and two thumbs if I need to do that.” Sort of defeats the purpose of Glenn’s work. Its a wonder the alter didn’t fall down. Maybe we should move to the back, near the door just in case the rafters start creaking and the whole damn place comes down.  You know what, get a copy of some of his music and take a listen. Well I took Ruthie’s advise and decided that we should post a you tube video of Glenn’s work.

One of my all time favorites has always been Skip La Plante with his music for Homemade Instruments. Musical instruments made from trash. Skip said to the crowd that gathered and I remember his words well when I think about art, “Every object in the world is a potential musical instrument. Every sound in the world is one you can choose to use however you want to.”

Pauline Oliveros New Music America Collage, 1984

2 Tapings

Ruthie used a lot of tape. So much at one time in her collage making that Mr. Sweeny at Sweeny’s Hardware Store asked her if she had stock in any tape companies.

Collage works

The next work is called Landscape, Stripes falling in from the right. Ruthie says these were done when she was much younger probably around age 77. She keeps them wrapped up in the hall closet some of the few pictures that she has bothered keeping. Why keep them? All of them. My god I would have to move out of here and live out the a tent if I keep all of the art I make.  Throw it away, I can always make more. That’s the beauty of it. There is always more to come out. I don’t know why I kept these two all these years.

Untitled , Forsythia branches in a tub.  2009

It doesn’t matter if the branches are the type that will flower after being brought in the house or if they do not. I like to put water in the tub and float anything. Branches are the best. With 3 bathrooms in this house I have my pick. You know here is a funny story. My mother, god rest her soul had her bathroom done over, maybe around 1962 or so. She had all pink fixtures put in. A pink toilet, pink sink, (like the rhyme), and pink bath tub. It was her pink room. My aunt when she came to visit saw the bathroom and loudly exclaimed, “Pink, pink, you stink,” upon entering the room. That was her take on the pink bathroom room.  The photo below is a good take on the pink bathroom. You know one idea pushes another, maybe I will find some of those pink flowering branches and stick them in the pink tub and after the flower decorate that bathroom with them. Maybe.

Anyway this photo was taken in the downstairs bathroom where everything is white. I never use the pink bathroom but if you like you can take a look. Up the stairs to the left and down the hall, third door on the right. If you have to let one go do it in there in honor of my aunt.

Sticks in tub.

How about a little story with this art? (more…)

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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.

Burns floor, green.

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