At the other end of the aesthetic spectrum from Mr. McCarthy, is the extraordinary painter Julie Heffernan. We found ourselves a few blocks down the way from the New Museum at a Soho’s,P.P.O.W. gallery.
Until a couple days ago,I was not even aware there was not only one, but two shows of her painting in NYC this month. As usual it is always a treat to see her work. In my humble opinion, she is the most talented painter on New York’s horizon. This new work retains its wonderful organic focus,continuing to combine those elaborate Velazquez suggestive self portraits with nature(and landscapes). This time around though she has snuck in bright pigments(lots of pinks hues)and additionally found a way to return to those strange allegorical “paintings-within-a-painting” that I first witnessed at the beginning of last decade. I almost missed this show (it all comes down in a couple of weeks) which I would have really kicked myself over later.
I feel very fortunate that I had the good luck to stumble upon her work eight years ago,for it has been fascinating to see how she has evolved. Her technique alone is phenomenal, I don’t know who as a contemporary, in this country anyway, would be considered comparable. As usual I find it really surprising she has not had more critical attention, although I suppose her quiet subject matter (oriented in the manner of seventeenth century still life painting) doesn’t qualify as hype provoking. All the better for viewers.
At any rate I could go on and on about the pleasure her work brings. A second exhibit of her painting can be found uptown at Littlejohn Contemporary Gallery, which I am hoping to grace with in the next week. At P.P.O.W. I purchased a catalogue of this new work for a reasonable $10.00.
Yesterday, while standing in line at the grocery store for what seemed to be standardized eternity, I picked up a copy of the recent Vanity Fair for leafing purposes, and came across a 2 page blurb about the “hot” Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
Not that this is new spin. But Oh Lord, I thought,what if all these hipster want-to-bes could be here with me right now? Buying rotten produce in depleted aisles. Squeezing past all the empty carts in the store strewn in every possible direction. Rolling their eyes at the high school cashiers, who really don’t give one damn. Watching the asbestos stirring semi-trucks barrel down the street, and to be listening next to me, right at that very moment- to the store manager, for when an elderly woman complains to him what a poorly run grocery it is,he tells her in condescending tones,”How did you get to be so miserable, lady?”.
In Praise of Meat
I don’t know,could any thought be more delicious than having a meat-filled day on this first Friday of Lent? Sausage,steak and eggs? Beef jerky, hamburgers, corn beef hash and then a quiet dinner,just you and a pot roast?
I just had to meander into the world of carnivores- in dedication to all that is meaty.
Moonmilk’s “Meat Bubble Chamber” from the three part series: Meat on the Move”.
The Institute of Official Cheer’s Gallery of Regrettable Foods:Meat Cookbook
Two briefs: history of meat and foul
Disgruntled Housewife’s Heavenly Meatloaf
What’s for lunch Richard I? Mmmmmmmmm.
P.S. As if to curse me, Fox is running the Lisa Converts episode right now!
Praying for a flashback to 1992- when they didn’t exist in NYC…
Recently, I’ve noticed a completely unscientific but optimistic trend in my workplace: the barrage of Dunkin Donuts coffee cups littering fellow coworkers desktops and garbage. This welcome sight seems to follow a general consensus, finding it is a far superior beverage to that other product.
On to other related, but belated topics:
The article that ran in last Friday’s edition of Salon analyzingHugh Rodham, gets the “two-pint-Chubby-Hubby-with-extra-sprinkles” award from Dangerous Chunky.