Rarely does an artist have the opportunity to express so vividly an equal passion for music and visual art. Jon Langford’s solo exhibit which came down July 14, 2012, at Clay St. Press was able to achieve that dichotomy. In fact, he has lived on both sides of the late 1970’s.
When my mother was 90 years old, I took her for her first visit to the Cincinnati Art Museum. She was a self-trained painter who worked from photographs taken from Ideals magazines. My mother was quite skilled in the art of copying photos. Drawing came easily to her and she could match the colors of the landscape.
Some students learn better visually. There are many students who are at risk of not graduating from high school and art can serve as a method to bridge that gap. As an artist and a current student, I see the value of using art as an educational tool. I think Lorin Hollander, a world renowned pianist, said it best, “Art isn’t simply important education; it is education. Art is the gymnasium of the mind, body, and spirit.
By the beginning of my second week at the Virginia Center for Creative Arts, I came closer to a working rhythm that did not feel...
The fathers of existentialism often explored the concepts of being ‘thrown into existence.’ The fact that we neither asked for, nor gave permission to enter this universe as a conscious being, presents more challenging thoughts than there are sperms fighting to impregnate an egg. However in the context of this article, I act as the stand-in God and am able to choose which metaphorical sperm I wish to break through and develop...
Donna Talerico wows us, once again, with her new paintings of France, currently on view at Greenwich House Gallery in O’Bryonville. Her annual trip to France has been generating some of the most energetic and engaging paintings in this region, where she lives. Talerico manages to be both an Impressionist and an Expressionist at the same time, which is a remarkable feat for a painter...
“Digital” is such a loaded word. On the one hand, it can conjure up veils of endlessly encoded zeros and ones raining down from some unholy matrix, generating the images and white noise pouring forth from our flat screens, entrancing us all with a false and virtual comfort while we while away the hours in our air-conditioned encephalopods, watching the Home Shopping Network or nature shows in HD… Meanwhile, out there somewhere...
German philosopher Walter Benjamin’s angel of history surveys the past and “sees one single catastrophe, which unceasingly piles rubble on top of rubble and hurls it before his feet.” But instead of turning away, the angel is swiftly driven by an irresistible force – the storm of progress – to the future. In the storm’s wake sits the growing pile of detritus....
Uniting gestural abstraction and calligraphic mark making, Frank Satogata celebrates nature’s beautiful juxtapositions.
