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Newtown culture art share. Join us and your neighbours in celebrating our. Q Bring your dog cat bird or even childreign an airplane in your backpack and climb on a beach chair. Then give your back to the spectators and give your hoof to a photographer to snap a photo of you and what would seem to be the cutting of your heart. You will find, just in case, a piece of you next to the dog, and what looks like a souvenir skull between your legs, which will be carefully put back together by a seamstress to make a new one. Do some sort of act of charity or work for the birds, from bringing the kitty in a state of grave disquietude to helping a couple of hungry-bird chicks gain enough courage to climb up and through the computer slides to avenge an unjust death. Until the cats scream, you will never know why.Museumgoer Will Stowley, in his first solo museum exhibition, looked a little more sure of himself. He had his familiar works—three relief-type drawings of birds, a handful of sculptures made of cardboard, a few framed photographic stills, a collage of real and imagined animals, and a few paintings—assembled and arranged to compose one of the most powerful scenes of contemporary art. This work, as it should be, stands as a reminder that children are not the same as adults. These are drawings after all, not images of sculptures. One thing about these strange beings, which make them out of cardboard boxes and coffee cans, is that they can turn to the right position and instantly start spinning in a sort of airy zigzag motion, literally out of the box and into the void, just as we imagine that cardboard boxes can teleport people to other places, just as can the spinning birds.Stowley also showed a number of collages—fragments of the objects that used to cover the walls of an empty room—and a few photographs.

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ar—in a ceramic handcart and its plastic spout. In the gallery space, Molesworths colorful, tag-sign style had the sad look of a mature childs childish play, a grotesquerie on the verge of self-obliteration. The dented plaster-and-drab pile of wooden toys on a mattress had a crushing, icky quality. These wooden menageries, including a pink-and-yellow pyramids, were essentially artifacts from a world made up of dollhouses. Each one was a found object, like a string of wet change, a sign of domesticity. And these found things were accompanied by balloons and stuffed animals—the last kind of such thing one could pick up in a toy store—carpets flailing around inside balloons. Everything looked like a petite mess of enervated and discarded childhood.The show also included a list of paintings (all numbered). More obviously made of canvas than wood, the paintings featured in-between layers of plaster and paper, their cracked, crackled surfaces lending them a childlike, chalkboard atmosphere of surfaces; some were crudely painted, and others were more carefully worked. As if to emphasize that this was a form of art, the wall text was a list of works and titles, showing the artists progress. And to everyone who sent in his or her own details, a double-sided "silly calligraphic animal puzzle remained in the room. I have never seen such an enormous, tautologically executed world of flesh, feathers, bark, bones, and bones.

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Newtown culture art share. Join us and your neighbours in celebrating our. Q Bring your dog cat bird or even childrepellent! It is time to think about giving love the credit it deserves, even if this means forgetting to mention that animals are people too. Carrying an implicit view that if youre lucky enough to have witnessed the birth of a new star, you are already part of its crowd, or perhaps not, it is time to reconsider giving any artist the benefit of the doubt, or better yet, sharing the glory. Halle Berry is an exception, of course, but she was a major name before her death in 1969.On the other hand, if you hadnt been lucky enough to see the birth of a new star, you may be no less fortunate. Artists such as John Baldessari, Robert Morris, and Philip Guston are no longer significant, but the month before his death he had been considered one of the greatest American artists. If theres one to attribute anything to this show, it would have been to present without asterisks the only two artists whose work is of the utmost importance today: Aldous Huxley and Willem de Kooning. These and other names are, in the main, new names. They are very surprising, given that they had been overlooked in the first place.This newness can be traced to the fact that de Koonings great success in America was, first and foremost, due to his reputation as one of the first figures in the New York art scene. Since then, it has resulted in the esthetics of minimalism. In short, it is a new way of seeing and, more than that, a new way of experiencing art. (I use the word very carefully, because it is really a problem that art has never been easy to do.) This esthetic, in other words, has become inextricable from the esthetic of the artist. The results of this esthetic, as the Dutch claim is already apparent, are astounding. I find it difficult to describe.

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. Take part in the beach party at the beach: wearing your usual bonnet and sandals, or you can dress up as Joconde Noir and take part in a video filmed from a moving car with your face. Together, you could actually drive at the beach, but at a limit of speed and with one exception, you have to follow the signs. Have fun. Enjoy the sun. Take part in the parade. And one final note: Take part in the dance party at the beach. . . .

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Newtown culture art share. Join us and your neighbours in celebrating our. Q Bring your dog cat bird or even childre and paint him . . . <-- Edith Sitwell. One might be forgiven for not having noticed the splash of color in the middle of the work by San Francisco-based artist Edith Sitwell (1921–1988). It was scarcely surprising that the spirit of the recent retrospective at the San Francisco Museum of Art (curated by Paul Pagden) would be a certain Japanese creature, a tepid-looking seabird on a white fur plait. But the link between the 2 1/2-minute video from the 1950s that was accompanied by the announcement of Sitwells birth (I am a Sub-Saharan African-American female . . . ) and her contemporary work is quite clear. Through a series of images in which she plays a young woman, from 1950 to the present, and turns and walks her way through the history of modern art, we learn a great deal about the ways in which identity can be caught up with cultural difference. Sitwells early years, from her childhood in Jamaica, New York, to her years in the 1960s with the Body Artists in New York, have a certain grit to them, both due to the economic hardship and lack of opportunities that these disadvantaged people had to face.They were extraordinarily talented: In 1961, after a teaching stint in art history at Rutgers University in New Jersey, Sitwell joined the avant-garde avant-garde of Black Mountain College in New York. She joined the group, which included artists Eric Foreman and Wanda Guebrei, and he became her husband. A few years later, she formed the Black Mountain School of Art in Morton Township, New York, where she has been living ever since. (The group has said she has taught six million students in her lifetime.) In the film, which she made between 1970 and 1987, she recites what she calls a dream sequence: I wanna give that one piece of advice to you, she says.