Note To Self

I'm toiling away in the studio working on a solo show for April, but I have three drawings in Note To Self opening Friday from 7 - 9 at Schroeder Romero. The line up is awesome, including some of my favorite drawers, narrators, and self-haters self-reflectors...

Note To Self

Laura Ball, Amelia Biewald, Nancy Chunn, Dawn Clements

Mary Coble, Jennifer Dalton, Eric Heist, Laurie Hogin

Barry Hylton, Deborah Kass, David Kramer

Christina Mazzalupo, Jonathan Newman, William Powhida

Michael Schall, Guy Richards Smit

Jim Torok, Michael Waugh, Julie Weitz

February 27 - April 4, 2009

Opening reception: Friday, February 27, 6-8pm

Schroeder Romero is pleased to announce Note To Self a group exhibition featuring works on paper by artists using text-based and visual depictions of personal and universal reminders. How often has each of us blundered through a situation, only to reach the end, with painful lesson learned, archived for future reference? The artists in this exhibition make note of those lessons whether humiliating or hateful. Like notes for future reference, the works in this show remind each of us of human fallibility and the delicate relationship between past mistakes and our hope for a brighter future.

Some of the artists in this show make note of societal missteps, collective disasters such as wars, environmental degradation, or the herd mentality formed around mass media. Other artists form their work around personal recollections, childhood neuroses, or positive affirmations. Still others find that uncanny middle ground where the headlines meet homelife. Ranging from photographic documentation to allegorical representation to straightforward note-taking, Note to Self narrates the complicated path toward self-knowledge.

How's My Dealing

Someone contacted me on Facebook the other day and asked if I was Buck Naked from How's My Dealing?. The answer is no. I would like to think that my enemies/allies lists and projects may have served as some sort of inspiration for Buck Naked, but I've learned to make my attacks on the art world part of my art. I applaud Buck Naked for creating an open channel of communication for disgruntled dealers and artists, but if I were doing the project, I'd be sure to get some fucking credit.

So, I am not Buck Naked. It's not my blog. I do think it's an interesting bit of gossip and speculation, but without any verifiable sources, all the information remains just that, gossip and speculation. The fact that it seems to get so much attention is more indicative of how the art world operates than anything else. I would note that having been once again accused of being Buck Naked, (my own art dealer asked a few weeks ago), I stopped by the site today and scanned the death watch. Apparently back in October, someone said Schroeder Romero was closing. It's not, unless they are just shielding me from the awful truth. Also, Zach really did cut his roster of artists. My assistant was just telling me how they were discussing the purge in grad school. Word moves fast, but you can verify it on his website.

Finally, it was more like a wake at Guild and Greyskhul last night than an opening. All the shaggy haired peoples of the world came out to pay their respects to the Deitch farm team. It was sort of pathetic and sad all at once. Sorry kids.