"Taxi Driver" is looking apprehensively in his rear
view mirror. Is he worried about a lane jumping maniac? No,
it's Walt Blumenfeld in the back seat who just told
him 138th st. and St Nicholas Avenue. I'd be worried too.
I don't care
what this has to do with the theme. I just like it. Abby Bressack
conjures up a dutch kitchen in this magical diorama, "Blue
Room". Notice the wooden clogs- and the partially consumed
apple... or is it a ball of Edam Cheese? Tasty!
Byron captures the essence of princessness in "Ariel".
This Rapunzelesque mask is waiting for you to supply the lips,
nose and eyes. The blushing cheeks are included in the purchase price.
I think that's
a real George Washington on the wall of another diorama drama titled "Anyway,
we're safe now, by golly-" The ghostly eagle specter is
ready to drop a load on the head of the fellow inside who bears an uncomfortable
resemblance to "It", the demented clown in a novel by the same
name, written by Stephen King. I guess we should propose a terrible catastrophy
to merit this proposed memorial. Maybe Kathleen Evers
has anticipated just such a crisis by stuffing the Bill of Rights and
Constitution into the trash can.
Dana Fraser loves this miniature portrait as much as
I do. "Wendy Klein Mask" is positively adored
by it's golden frame. Is that the signature flambouyant finger tweak
of Dr. Doom in Dana Carvey's masterpiece disco era spy movie or is she
just plucking an unwanted chin hair, baby?
for some old time religion, like about 5,000 years old. Jill
Held helps focus our spiritual energy in this metaphysical
triple word name for god... "Dragon Scope", "Crystal
Lantern", and "Wise Menorah".
The owls provide the wisdom many of us lack.
Parisi Kirby remembers what we forgot to remind ourselves,
but she isn't saying what it is. That is why she made "The
Forgotten One". It's a pneumonic device, a string tied
on the finger of our cerebral cortex, and a hollow eye socket effigy
rolled into one. What was the question?
That's the special
verbal code to turn off the relentlessly murderous cyclops ray of this
robotic dyslexic warrior, "Nislik the legendary Martian
Crusader" by Lenny Kislin. The only thing
missing is a gravity fed tube to slurp the oxygen beer out of those
two helmet cans.
The chest medallions
are awards for exterminating all human life on Earth. I guess we must
have forgot the secret code at the last minute.
This just might be my favorite
piece in the show, Wendy Klein's "Carapace".
It has something to do with
the sexy pink pucker.
made this miraculous "Medusa" mask. I guess
the tiny red teardrop is the itty bitty remorse the monster shed for
her innumerable victims. (Use a mirror to avoid getting plastered.)
In a lateral
thinking tour de farce, Paloma Kopp juxtaposes just
about every branch of the evolutionary ladder in a Rubic's cube of Escherian
geometric topology. Skin me five and come up with a title for this untitled
drawing titled "Untitled".
paints my kind of "Woman".
I am tempted to pin the tail on the... well, belly dancer?
What is that red slash? One of the seven veils?
Perhaps a schoolmarm will tell us the answer in the little opalescent
schoolhouse attached to the right side of the frame.
comes "Ram Man" just in time to butt my butt.
Thanks to Joseph Prieboy I will be suffering from coccyx
OK, OK, I give up. It's just
too beautiful. Maybe if I promise to refrain from bad jokes for the
next fifteen minutes, Nick Alba will let me wear this original Versace,
"Il Mare". He bought it and it's obvious
does an homage to Hokusai. Notice the interesting double
jointed spinal curvature of the Geisha. This is my homage to Gavin.
I think the little green tid-bits on the platter are mochi, a tough
Japanese delicacy made from rice gluten that causes the choking deaths
of Japanese elders about as frequently as we lose our old folks to chunks
of hastily gobbled steak. Or maybe it's opium.
So that wraps up another
stimulating Art Safari. Please send all complaints to the soon to be former
See you at the next opening
of Arts Upstairs!