What's the Point? A popular phrase in Iceland is "Just shoot me now and get it over with."  Long winters do that to you. But really, how many of you out there are reading this episode of Art Safari ? CLICK HERE AND FIND OUT!

There are several eyeballs out there, I just know it. If not, then I am existentially free to exOrcize my imagination. Essentially, THE POINT is a land of zero dimensions. Compared to our lavish Three Dimensionality, the point is, shall we say, minimal? Get the point? At least point me in the right direction. In the spirit of the 13th dimension where I happen to reside... let's cross that worm hole when we come to it.

 

Isaac Abrams starts us off in a Dali-esque hallucination called "A Small Dragon". I wonder how scary a big dragon looks like. I particularly like the veiny eye ball effect. We will return to this surrealist point later.

Elizabeth DeHaven is an The Arts Upstairs  Solo Room artists this month, despite the fact that her works geyser all down the staircase and into the hall. She uses forearm technology in this gestural action painting, "Blues Pastel".

Bronson Eden describes his new medium as I Pad Painting. It involves stroking your pad with your fingertips to make the painting magically occur. Or get bigger, or smaller. "Nude" is the result of one of his stroking sessions.

F. Tor Gudmundsen approaches magic realism from a different direction. His Solo Room show overflows with spring runoff. Gudmundsen borders on realism, yet this more than real "From Woodland Valley Bridge" is a view from the other side.

Babette Kiesel displays a different perpendicularity to her multi dimensionality. This "Burning Bridges" bas relief montage mixed media fiber art and flame enhanced memoir is a good example of that.

Burn, Babette, burn.

 

Ahh, at last another psychosexual Dali-esque hallucinatory image for me to contemplate. Unfortunately, Anthony Margiotta's "Untitled" was untitled so we may never know what the artist really had in mind. Still, if I might penetrate a few of my own nocturnal interjections, like, what is that snake doing in her mouth?

Ingrid Mazerat has turned a life long fascination with glass bottles into a sparkling, effervescent, carbonated yet fizzy totem pole called "Bottle Tree".

I always say I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

 

 

 

 

 

Erica Minglis takes photography to a new moral imperative. I thank the goddess every day that I quit smoking cigarettes. It only took me 10 tries. Do you know why they call camels the ships of the desert?  This ship sails under the flag  "The Last Cigarette".

 

 

 

Astrid Nordness has a visual vocabulary based on other planetary life forms. Perhaps she is a female space traveler, an astronette? Either way, She was thinking music when she painted this one, "C 19 Major 7".

 

 

 

 

 

Margaret Owen dazzled the  TAU gallery wall with a barrage of tiny delectables. Her delicate dabbles distinguish her from the rest of the daubing dozens. "Blue Skies" shining on me, nothing but blue skies do I see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Valerie Owen takes Plein Air painting to an uninhibited, Monte Python bare bottomed bottom.  I am sincerely grateful that she titled the piece "The New York Hat".

 

 

 

 

Ian Warpole is a solo room artist this month. His crisp brushstroke and sure use of contrast creates a water/air boundary layer that is strong. It has surface tension, a membrane between above and below that I can relate to. "Koi".

 

 

 

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