12-31-2011

New Year's Eve day...

Where did 2011 go ?? !!

Ah! Here comes another year.

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Visited, for the first time ever!, Rikers Island yesterday.

Work.

An entire island of incarcerated -- mostly black males, --

wearing the gray DOC jumpsuit.... required if they're gonna

do a visit.

Lots of women and children. The usual gang of folks

who are inside, and those who are visiting.

It's an amazing site, the visiting room.

--so many men warehoused, the sun streaming in,

bright and sunny, primary colored, blue-yellow-red plastic chairs

-- it looks like a playground in there,

and it's kinda sad to witness the hugs and kisses,

stolen, but in plain view, for all to see.

And it's desperate.

The little girl screams and cries and wants to see her daddy.

Mom is at the end of her rope, and wants to end all this crap right now.

So much has run amok.

So many are in desperate land.

Everybody puts on a happy face, 'cause you are happy to be

there, visiting.

One last hug, one last kiss,

and the awfulness of he's gotta walk away.

And you gotta walk the other way.

And these big armed guys are there to help you,

and keep you

two apart if the sadness gets to be too much, and you strike out

and just can't handle it all.

"You need to calm down. CALM DOWN,"

the two guards told the guy. He must have been a visitor,

but it was odd. He had handcuffs on, but only one was

closed, and the other was swinging from his wrist.

But he was outside, in the visiting area, then they

escorted him to the back, closer to the visiting area.

He was upset... angry... agitated. What had happened?

I don't know. This was the scene when we got to the head of the line,

at that door. About the 5th locked door.

The door where the woman guard lets in 1-2 at a time.

She's the 3rd to last check-in [ of 8 total ] before you get to the visiting room.

She checks you out briefly behind the screen,

for all the right clothes.

"Are you wearing pants?" she asked.

Yes! Yes! Of course I'm wearing pants!

I pulled up my dress to show my slip and

leg warmers.

"Put your dress down," she told me.

Oh! OH. She means underwear. It took a few

seconds to sink in.

Yes! I'm wearing underwear.

But take off that sweater; no layering allowed in here.

The machine is bigger than I am.

I am in it, I am of it, and it's a head trip.

yeah, yeah: to be part of something "that's bigger than me."

Is this what ran through Sisyphus's head?

2012: here we come.

Happy Holidays.

Hello to All and Happy Holidays.

Here they are!

A rouzing rousing? (spell?) holiday party at the studio building with fellow and fella artistes a few nights ago.

Folks actually showed up! wahoo. We don't socialize much in that building, we didn't know if anybody would materialize, and bingo: folks appeared. All good. Sometimes it's good to chat with cohorts of the creative type. Not too much bitching, but just enough to keep us on our toes.

My Penn State Berks show: "Through a Wooden Lens: Witness" -- is underway, 100%.

Art is there, Little Books are there, folks are rallying 'round in preparation.

For me: the eternal, ever-present, sometimes ever-frustrating question I"ve asked

myself and yes, my sister asked it too: What are you going to wear?

Hmmmm--- well, let me just see about this one.

Fashion Sturm und drang.

Dang: "What do men really want?" and "What am I going to wear?"

These are THE 2 questions that keep this old planet spinning on its axis, and me in

total quandry land.

Better do laundry; sheee-it.... can't be all dirty

and gorilla glue balls all over, and big tear on the shirt, where I tried to cut out the mistake (woopsy), and those stains that scream creativity run amok, and another cut with the chisel, [damn, FUCK ME! it hurts], and blood dries to such a cruddy, dull brown. I wish it would stay brilliant, as in the just-hit-the-air shade when it first spurts out) -- blood wiped down the side of my left pant leg, and that big honking orange paint thing on my right shoe top ('cause sometimes, 95% of the time, I don't believe in lids on paint cans, and who has desire to really, really, keep it all organized when there's that great stretch of wood that has to be scored with the saw, and if I don't do it now, I just may forget this terrific idea! ah !!! ), etcetera.

Yeah, can't be too all dirty and studio trashed when I'm supposed to speak to the public.

WITNESS runs Jan 19 -- March 4, 2012. Reception 6 p.m., Jan 26 -- if anybody could make it on over to Penn State Berks., Reading PA.

No, we're not talking Happy Valley Penn State, land of sodomites and men who abuse children, and men who see it and WITNESS, and others who witness and blah blah blah, can we get a freakin' witness to do the RIGHT THING and not protect the godawful monolith monster money machine of college sports?

Let us pray.... and hope some bigger, more mature, persons step up to the plate, take the higher ground, and tap into their inner big boy. ("Yes, put your big boy pants ON and KEEP THEM ON, and keep the zipper zipped up.")

It is clear: the biologically grown [yet forever 12 yrs old], rule the day, rule the locker room, and wreak havoc on children who had the misfortune to cross paths with them.

And who's being abused right now? It has not come to a standstill.

Keep our Eyes open. WITNESS what's right in front of you and me.

Mouth open and TAWK it out loud, and report it, and keep working on watching reality unfold,

and especially keep your eyes on those who are in power positions.

[ Get your wing man and bff behind you; you'll need ammo when confronting the power mongers and abusers. ]

They sure do have a lot of..... power.... to do ....

um...er.....things.... behind closed locker room doors, and doors everywhere.

Sculpture lovers, art folks, and those who like to 

be motivated:

here's a  clip   of Ursula;  

she's in the black leather jacket, 

a few mins into it, after the 

introductions.   

The use of anger in her work--

Using Anger as fuel, or is it dealing with anger?    

http://glossaryartvideo.blogspot.com/2011/11/ursula-von-rydingsvard-in-conversation.html   

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Hope you're well and cruising 

right along.  

blessed be Saturdays and sleeping late.

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Oh glory be:    some 2 wonderful things

happened in studio yesterday:   

don't forget:   "too many  Good things happen

 on bad days." 

I wrote / felt/  experienced this  a few years

ago.     

now I know  it's  a universal rule.     

So:   grab  your  inner  hard ass,  the 

one  who won't let you slink back home

 and 

relax and not deal with 'it all' in the 

studio, 

and keep going.

Clunk the inner child over the head, 

and keep moving.    

The minor revolution of  new combo / paradigm,  

between materials and ideas,  

will show up    

and  and and You gotta be there to let her in.  

Art Salon

Art Salon 6 --> Rutgers -- Women & Art

guest writer & curator: Marilyn Symmes

guest artist: Joan Snyder

Really nice salon.

Hooked up with a couple artists and, of course!, ideas are now

flowing re: collaboration project possibilities.

Cherry on top!: Had some laffs and nice chat with

sculptor, Audrey Flack. Great spirit. Audrey will have

big show in spring 2012.

Nice to be able to spend a little quieter time

with strong women artists.

ART on!, women artist warriors.

And not to forget: the most gracious and

great ideas from Judy Brodsky. Thank you, Judy.

Encouragement is contagious.

Encouragement is love.

Smile.

MK

Fall is here, wahoo!

Hi, Everybody.

Hope all is chugging right along for you.

Have met with Carl Rattner and Daly Flanagan; we've figured out
the specifics of my show at St. Thomas Aquinas College
in Jan 2012.

Very pleased. It's in Sparkill NY if anybody is open to
some ART !

Give me a holler if you'd want reception details, etc.,
or would like to be on the show's mailing list.

If time and the school's budget allow,
there might be a residency to work with and
speak with the students, too. That would
be great.

Might not be a lot of money flowing around
the art world, or any world, these days, but there's
always encouragement and good vibes to share.

ART on !

Almost have my 8' x 8' piece done for WITNESS
show at Penn State Berks, Jan 2012.

Wahoo! my biggest piece to date.
Exciting for me.

Kinda reminds me a little of P's "Guernica."..
a little bit of my own social commentary
on the prison industrial complex.

JAMES Baldwin: died 12.1.87 -- 25 years ago,
next year. Stirrings around for a commemoration
show. Would be fantastic. Interested folks should

be in touch. I want to pull together something on

T H E M A N. Am reading his Go Tell It On

the Mountain, his first work, that freed him to keep

moving forward as an articulate, sharp, concerned,

and caring writer par excellence. His spirit is among

us.

My show at Michael Mut Gallery, NYC

PECKERWOODS ABOUND
Sept 6 - Oct 1, 2011.

If you want the artist's royal tour,
I've got keys. This is not "The Help."

On Sat. Sept 10 -- Governor's Island, via Storm King, Mark di Suvero's sculpture: we're still planning on this
art picnic outing. If you'd like to join us, give a holler.
[ thxkatrina(at)netzero(dot)net.]
Meet at front gate, 1:00 p.m.