Open sez me! Open mind, wide open spaces. Who's in there? Open up! The U.S. Open. Open season. The Open Show at Arts Upstairs. It's hard to find a more open art gallery anywhere. You feel welcomed to the opening with open arms. And as usual, it's open to interpretation... by me.

Alan Fliegel opens up this Safari with a brute display of primordial tendencies. Note his deliberate yet unintentional lack of sophistication that is characteristic of the monogenarian genre. The title, "A Study In Color", reveals Alan's unfettered dependency on pseudo-intellectual art criticsm jargon while insisting on the incorrect flange and wobbler. But I like it anyway.





This canvas will be known as "Day Lillies" because that's what they look like. Amy Albert already sold the first painting she hung and Alan hasn't had the time yet to make a new label for this lyrical replacement so I'm making up the name.




All whimsy are the Borogroves in this collection of hand blown glass goblin goblets by Certona. I think a root beer float would go just fine in the one on the right.






Deborah Joyce created these panels of pain to make a point about "Global Oppression" She has woven barbed wire into the canvas to make the suffering more visceral. Let's hope the Democrats win in November.




Francine Barbet does something Goya-like in this small painting, "The Guardian".

Not only does the tiny image seem to convey hugeness but it also glows with an internal fire. Just the kind of majestic power we would expect from any self-respecting guardian.




Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the art gallery, Jacqueline Barnett reminds us of the awful suffering going on every minute of the day. "Is This What Democracy Looks Like?"

I don't think so.




Joe Madonna wears his face on his sleeve, er, torso, in this semi schizo-frenetic self portratit titled, "Double Portrait". Which one looks more like him?




Judith Singer is looking for a good home for "The Lost Child".


This tasty example of catskillian craftsmanship reminds me of one of my favorites, Joseph Cornell. He made art boxes and dreamed of lost children, too. Just ask Sigmund.


Sit! Speak! Roll Over! Good Boy!

Kevin Green has created a canine's K-9.

"Toby" will not soil the carpet or chew slippers. No drool will dribble from the jaws. No embarassing leg humping. No sir, this sculpture will never require worm pills or flea-dip.

But he's already adopted. By Alan.



"Blue Journey" by Kristin Meyer is a twinkling time tunnel of pixelated punctuation marks. Thrusting junctions threaten to blot out the stars that never really go away.

This one really has me mystified. The Lions of Judea are green. What does this mean? Can someone read the inscription?


I was drawn to the crazily crazed crackle crisp canvas.


Martin Courtney- tell me more about "Jacob's Body Jacob's Fire".


Likewise, I am somewhat at a loss to explain the inner meanings of Nancy Catandella's "Night-Gail Bird".


It looks a bit like a bird got squished on a wet & frozen road. Beware the black ice.



Let's go swimming! And this cozy quilt by Nancy Winternight would be the perfect art work to snuggle up with later on.

"Going With The Flow" is almost always a good idea. Not when visiting Niagra Falls, however.



Once again, Lenny Kislin tangles numerology, entomology, and thinly veiled biological taboo mythology to come up with "Shoo-Fly Pi".


Also known as "Bug 3.14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 50288 41971 69399 37510"


or "22 sevenths Ubermaggot"

We close with one of my own, "Approaching Turbanate" by Dave Channon


This is part of the Planetary Concern series that delves into Bonsai trees, Earth viewed from space, and homages to classical art.


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See you at the next opening!