Body Mind Spirit If I said you have a beautiful body would you hold it against me? Does that go for a beautiful mind and spirit as well? I never understood the difference between mind and spirit. Some say the soul, or spirit, is in the heart. Old Greeks thought it was in the liver. Scientists say it's in the brain. I'm not too sure it's in the brain. Maybe the pineal gland. But The Arts Upstairs has a whole lotta soul, and the spirit is in the soul. That much I'm sure of. So grab your spirit totem pole and swing with me and Sam for this month's segment of Art Safari...

 

 

One of the most important concepts in thinking today requires the use of the mind. Lynne Fliegel does not subscribe to that philosophy. Her untitled painting is emblematic of spirit without mind. You might say it achieves the "No Mind" state of perfect bliss.

 

John Jackson is rolling right along with "Roller Blade."

I should disclose that all of the picks this month were made by Sam Graziano, seen below the coil spring torso. This way, I remove my mind from the process of selection. It's funny, however, that Sam picked almost all of my favorites anyway. Great minds think alike.

Usually I make a special point to pick new artists and those I haven't featured before.

 

 

Ana Cifuentes wants us to wait "Just a Moment" before moving to the next temptation. The bird spirit is about to pluck a golden ring. It reminds me of merry-go-rounds of my youth.

 

A closer look is in order to decipher the meaning of what's behind the Roman Numeral X (or possibly hourglass.)

 

Jose Acosta juggles cartoony bodies with silly spirits and iconic images in "You Can't Hide."

I wonder if that means you can run? Sometimes the best hiding place is right in front of everyones nose.

 

By the way, Does your nose run? Do your feet smell?

 

If so, you're built upside down!

 

Sam must be a nature lover. This springtime exuberance by Fiore De Rosa titled "New Mexico Memory" looks a lot like the garden in front of my house. I would call it Shandaken memory.

 

Jud Eden taps into the fountain of inspiration in "Fountain." If anyone finds the fountain of youth, let me know.

 

This kinetic sculpture uses recycled water to acieve the running faucet effect. Perhaps the plant is a morality lesson about what happens if you don't wash dishes promptly.

 

Kevin Green takes us one step beyond the vegetable garden in his purple plumbing pooch, "Eggplant."

The dog looks truly startled, with spinal clackers and pop-eyed agape expression. I think I'll make some babaganoush later on.

 

 

Lenny Kislin plays the mighty wurlitzer in "Frogman of the Opera."

 

I love frogs. And E. Power Biggs is one of my all-time faves, particularly when playing Bach's Tocatta and Fugue in D minor.

 

Too bad the amphibian is facing the other way. I'd love to see his mask and facial disfigurement.

 

Meadow drizzles, dabbles, drips and dribbles.

Even with all of those sinus problems, she manages to find time to paint.

"Pink Road to the non-phenomenon" might also be called "Homage to Mike Bidlo."

 

 

Hugo Rubio takes a strictly non-linear path to a calendar of recollections in "Fotogramos de la Memoria."

I detect a touch of Klee, a dab of Magritte, and just a pinch of field guide to wildflowers.

 

 

Sam didn't pick this one, but Gavin Owen made sure it cought my attention by placing his miniature "Girl Fixing Her Hair" at eye level at the top of the stairs as you enter the gallery.

 

 

 

Likewise, Ian Laughlin's internally illuminated "9 Months" was not among Sam's picks. I just liked it a lot and figured I would break my own rule and include it in the safari.

Bronson Eden's "The Great American Jesus Machine" heralds our return to Sam's curation. You might call it an example of curationism.

Have you been reading how the Catholic Benedictine and secular Kingston Hospitals are merging? In a compromise designed to appease the Vatican, all birth control services, Aids treatment, abortion, vasectomy, women's sterilization, and end of life options like do not resuscitate are being relocated to a separate annex... where it will not be protected by the hospital corporation from closing if it doesn't turn a profit. Pray you don't need the services they are orphaning.

Joyceannewlodarczyk is a one name artist like Madonna. She doesn't actually wear metal nose cone brassieres, but apparantly likes to hang out in pool parlors.

Are those little balls actually peas as the title suggests? "Mind Your Peas and Cues" is a forking clever work of art.

 

Michelle Leggett takes the pout to a new level of perfection in "Fine Woman." The curiously raised eyebrow and perpetual pucker is only a temporary distraction from the carniverous red, orange and purple drenching flows that encompass this ravishing female.

 

Ken Lovelett takes me back to my childhood egg painting roots, but with a forte and swoosh that can only be achieved through play-doh or an equivalent non-toxic medium. These are "Hand Painted Egg Shakers."

 

Why would a sensible person want to shake eggs?

 

OK, so I lied. The next two works of art were not plucked from the internet ozone by Sam. It is my doing, and I accept complete responsibility although I do not remember doing it. Ask Alberto Gonzales for clarification on that one.

Christina Varga created this "Indian Jewel." Her artistic appropriations are entirely appropriate, and the gravelly stone ground makes a fine launching pad for lithographic about-to-spring spirits.

 

Visit the great Varga Gallery in Woodstock for more exciting and beautiful art you can own.

 

 

Alas, poor Pablo Shine, I knew him well. Ha Ha, only kidding.

His colossal over-size charcoal drawing, "Embrace" blew me away and I had to over-ride Sam's diabolically authoritarian curation to include it.

 

You can't let kids boss you around, right? I guess that's why I'm not a daddy (at least to my knowledge)...

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