Airborne
Heading home today via Amsterdam... more later.

York, Walker and 30 pieces of silver

Today we took the train from Harrogate and spent the day walking around York, enjoying a nice sunny day in this picture postcard Northern English town. My focus was to try to see Cornelia Parker’s Thirty Pieces Of Silver, which had been re-installed (on loan from the Tate) at York St Mary’s medieval church.

And guess what?

The installation looks 1000% better in this medieval setting than in the Tate! In fact, the modern aspect of the flattened spoons, plates, musical instruments, etc. all really seem to make an "easier" leap to the famous biblical story when presented in this space full of a vast history of its own.

Heading back home tomorrow, via Amsterdam.

Ripley, North Yorkshire

Yesterday we took the number 36 bus from Harrogate to Ripley (Note to self: I had forgotten that in the UK, even if you're standing in the bus stop shelter waiting for the bus, they will just zoom on by unless you wave them down!) and not only discovered a lovely little village there with an exceptional art gallery, a historic fortified house (home of a gent who was knighted in the 1290s because he saved Edward III from the attack of a wild boar), an even more historic church, but also discovered that this village is the home of the world famous Ripley Ice Cream, which was without a doubt the yummiest and creamiest ice cream that I've ever had! And rumor has it that its secret formula is made from Soy milk!

That's Alida and Little Junes sitting on front of Ripley's Ice Cream (and also a really cool candy store).

In Ripley we chatted with Chris Braddon, owner of Chantry House Gallery, which was a pleasant discovery in this tiny village. I say "pleasant" because even though nearby Harrogate has several galleries, I must admit that I have not been too impressed with any of them.

I say this fully realizing that some of Harrogate's galleries cater to a very specific (and I'm about to generalize) English 19th century landscape type work that doesn't really ring my bell. On the other hand, it works for them, as some of these galleries have been around since the 1940s!

There are also at least two galleries which seem to be co-operatives, and those have the usual mix of very good artists with some less talented members. These co-ops seemed both to have quite a few sculptors, which is somewhat unusual in such numbers. Also different is a lot of animal sculpture (dogs, pigs, etc.) both in normal poses and also in whimsical, fantasy situations (dancing hares, etc.).

The rest are the sort of "galleries" that push a lot of signed reproductions on canvas and exhibit permanent displays of cutsey paintings of cows for the children's rooms alongside underwater nudes.

Chantry House also necessarily adapts to its environment, but some real talent stands aside in this space, such as the work of John Wheeler, whose initial training as a carpet designer have left profound and unique footprints on his visual fine art paintings and thus separate him immediately from the other hundreds of landscape painters in understandable love with one of the most beautiful regions in the world.

Peter Hicks is also a radical departure from other landscape artists in this lovely part of the planet.

His marriage of abstracted forms to deliver fleeting landscape descriptions is both different and refreshing. You can check out his gallery exhibit here.

Capps on MOCA DC

In the WCP, Kriston Capps reports on the woes of Georgetown's legendary "bad boy" gallery here.

Irvine Contemporary Moving from 14th Street

From Martin Irvine:

This summer marks the 10th anniversary of Irvine Contemporary and over 5 years at our 14th Street gallery location. As a result of unmanageable increases in rent in the current economy, Irvine Contemporary will be moving out of our 14th Street gallery space on August 30th. We have enjoyed a wonderful run of exhibitions, events, and achievements for our artists in this space, and we are fortunate to have the continued support of so many friends, collectors, artists, and colleagues in the Washington, DC community and beyond.

We want to conclude our time on 14th Street by celebrating our artists and recognizing the community that has been the life of the gallery at this location. Over the summer, we will present two exhibitions as a tribute to our artists. Artist Tribute Exhibition 1 will open on June 11, and Artist Tribute Exhibition 2 on July 23, and will include special events and talks with many of artists. We look forward to your continued patronage in supporting our artists in these final exhibitions on 14th Street, and invite you to join us in celebrating their great work and achievements.

While we are planning this move and transition, we are continuing to curate exhibitions and represent our artists through the fall of this year. We will soon announce the exciting exhibitions and events that we have planned in the fall.

Artist Tribute Exhibition 1
June 11 - July 16
Opening Reception, Saturday, June 11, 6-8PM

Old Peculier 5.6% ABV

Enjoying Theakston's Old Peculier at a pub in Harrogate, UK; this is one tasty brew!

I noticed Little Junes studying the juxtapositioning of the brew and his water. He looked at them, studied the angle of approach, studied me as I fiddled with the camera; a fraction of a second later he darted for the beer, but it takes a lot of skill to burglarize a beer from the Lenster, so I snatched it up a nanosecond ahead of him.

FCUK

French Connection United Kingdom - Seen at Boots drugstore in Harrogate, UK.

Is this brand sold in the US?

Tomorrow

“The Washington Glass School is known for its excellent student program and the quality of creative work its students produce. I wanted to celebrate their 10th anniversary by giving students an opportunity to exhibit their work in Gallery 555dc. Running and managing a school takes hard work, long hours and dedication – then more hard work. To celebrate a 10th Anniversary in the art world is a rare thing and a tribute to the founders and teachers of the Washington Glass School. ”

Jodi Walsh
Owner
Gallery 555dc

The gallery is at 555 12th Street NW Lobby, Washington DC 20004, 202-393-1409 or 240-447-6071 Gallery555dc.com. The reception is Saturday, June 4th, noon to 5pm; Artists present 3 – 5pm.

Sugar Therapy

Awesome shop in Harrogate, Yorkshire, UK.

Sugar Theraphy: Name says it all, and Charlotte, the very nice lady working the counter was one of those wizards who make yummy things not only delish but also little works of culinary sweet tooth art.

She also makes her own ice cream, and yesterday she had made pop corn ice cream! And as they say here: Brill!

When in Harrogate...

Little Junes and his mom...

Me?

Slamming some Black Sheep Best Bitter at Christie's Bar, Harrogate, Yorkshire, UK.

The School Chair

As I've noted before, for several years now I've been working on writing down my memories of my early childhood in Cuba, which is where I was born and lived my early years before my family escaped to the United States in the 60s. I hope to one day pitch it to some publisher. The below piece is a peek at a chapter draft somewhere in the beginning of the book. It is titled "The School Chair", and feedback, suggestions and criticism is welcome!

The School Chair

When I was about eight or so (I think), things began to change drastically in Cuba, and although most of it was invisible to me, some of the changes were apparent in the most obvious of places: school.

Like many middle class Cuban children, some years before actually attending formal schooling, my parents had placed me in some sort of private pre-school, run by a very nice lady who lived a couple of blocks from us. I remember her teaching me that the alphabet included an extra letter that represented Jesus.

At about that same time my grandmother had taken in a very young guajira (peasant girl) to help her around the house. Her name was Dora, and her father, who was a peasant somewhere in the mountains of Baracoa, where my grandmother's kin folks had settled when they first arrived from the Canary Islands, had sent her to my grandmother so that Dora could be taught how to sew and cook, etc. and thus prepare her for marriage in the old Cuban tradition.

As most guajiros of the time, Dora did not know how to read or write, and so my grandmother took it upon herself to teach Dora. Because I was always with them – Dora’s duties included being my nanny – I am told that as a very young tot I learned how to read and write and created quite a spectacle when I started kindergarten already not only being able to read and write, but also having already read many children's books from my grandfather’s small but well-stocked library.

My grandfather had some very nice, old illustrated copies of Milton’s Paradise Gained, Paradise Lost, and Don Quixote and also Dante’s Inferno. When I got a little older and was allowed to use them, I remember reading all of these at a very early age – mostly driven by the spectacular Dore illustrations in them. It was perhaps a seminal influence to my own artwork in years to come.

The discovery by my teachers that I could read and write at such an early age immediately stamped me as “muy inteligente” and I was always looked upon in a very positive light by all my teachers in the various schools that I went to in my childhood.

Unfortunately for my cousin Cesar, it was the exact opposite for him, and my poor cousin took the brunt of being the slow learner and was unfairly compared to me throughout his school years.

I seem to recall my first "real" school being called Rosendo Rossell, and it was two blocks down from our house and one block past where the paved streets in Calle Cuartel ended and the dirt streets and open sewers began.

I don’t recall much from the school itself, other than boys and girls were kept segregated in separate classrooms, except at recess time. The school had a huge open fenced field where we all played under the hot Cuban sun, and met kids from other neighborhoods, while jealously sticking together with our own little band of children from a two to three block area around our house.

Somewhere along that time the Revolution began to infiltrate the minds of children, and the “pioneers” were established.

The pioneers were school children who wore a special uniform and swore allegiance to the Revolution. This was peer pressure at its strongest and most evil – driven not only by your playmates, but also by your teachers and your government.

Why I wasn’t allowed to become a pioneer was a mystery to me at the time, and back then I didn’t truly understand that my father had decided to leave Cuba and thus we were marked as “gusanos” (worms) and as such not supporters of the Revolution. In retrospect I now realize that few, if any of my neighborhood friends were pioneers, and it is puzzling as to why they didn’t join or were coerced into joining.

I believe that during this time nearly every Cuban felt that Fidel Castro would not last much longer, and many families looked with distaste and disgust to such things as children being marched to and from school chanting revolutionary slogans. Also, because we lived in Guantanamo and the American base was nearby, we heard on an almost daily basis, about Cubans being killed trying to make a run or a swim from the Cuban side to the American side.

The only pioneer that I recall in our neighborhood was the daughter of a family who lived at the end of our block and whose family was the CDR (Committee for the Defense of the Revolution) in our block. Because of the CDR association, and because she was a girl, she never really played with us or was part of our group and thus was really an outsider in her own neighborhood.

At some point I recall children who were not pioneers being humiliated and made fun of publicly in school. But strangely enough, this never happened to me, and to the end I was allowed to attend school dressed in civilian clothes rather than in an uniform, and I was always allowed to be in the various school academic teams that competed against each other.

The only time that I recall the issue being a problem was when I was selected, along with another child, to participate in some academic competition now forgotten. My parents objected to this project in some manner or form. I cannot recall why, but I remember having to tell the freckled faced boy who was to be my academic partner in the team, that I would not be able to do it. He denounced me in class the next day as a “gusano,” but nothing came of it.

Another time that sticks in my mind oddly, was when the teacher was asking the class about all the wonderful new things the Revolution would build with the several hundred thousand tons of cement that had just arrived from the Soviet Union. Answers included schools, houses, parks and for some reason I answered “Churches.”

I remember how sad the face of the teacher turned. She visibly sighed and said, “No, not churches... the Revolution will not build Churches.” This puzzled me; both her answer and her sadness.

I remember that my grandfather built school chairs for Cesar and for me, and that we’d take them to school at the beginning of the school year and dutifully brought them back to our house at the end of the school year. My grandfather was very good with his hands, and the chairs were the best in our classroom; he had also, with exquisite penmanship, painted my last name CAMPELLO on the back of the chair in capital white letters.

One day the boy who sat behind me in the row at school, scratched out the “P” in my name, so that it read CAM ELLO or “camel.” I can’t recall his name, but I remember him as a redheaded, very gentle boy, especially in the barbaric world of Cuban boyhood, and I was astounded that he had the audacity to defile my grandfather’s work.

That day at recess I confronted him and demanded an apology. Instead he ran away yelling "CAMELLO!". I chased him, easily caught him and then gave him a resounding beating in the schoolyard, to the glee of the crowd of children that always surrounded the daily battles that took place at recess, under the noses of the teachers who would not step in until blood was drawn.

I knocked him to the ground and pounded him, and he would not fight back with any skill, but covered his face and mouth and refused to apologize to my grandfather.

I picked up a rock and smashed his mouth with it. Blood spouted and covered both him and I, and the crowd went silent in muted horror and finally the teachers stepped in and took us both to the school offices.

While the nurse tended to his bruised lip, two messengers were dispatched to our respective families, and it being the middle of the day, my father was at home and came in. When he arrived I burst into tears and the fight was detailed to him. I was truly afraid that my father would get into serious trouble – after all, we were gusanos and the boy that I had beaten up was a pioneer.

To my surprise my father was very bellicose and demanded that the boy and the teacher apologize for allowing my grandfather’s chair to be vandalized.

I was so proud of my father that day, as he suddenly became a threatening force to the school dictators. My father, who always had a reputation as a fighter and drinker, was well-known (and feared) in Guantanamo, and had some many friends in the city that I suspect that in those early days of the Revolution, when Castro's brutal police was still establishing a choke hold on Cuban society, the school principal did not want to cross him too much, even though he was a gusano.

In the end, the chair was fixed and no one ever called me “CAMELLO” again.

Tonight: Walking Off the Artistic Cliff

Wednesday, June 1, 7:00 - 9:00pm

Panel Discussion - Walking Off the Artistic Cliff
Making good art requires taking risks. Join Jack Rasmussen, Director of the American University Museum at the Katzen Center, Claudia Rousseau, Ph.D., Professohttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifr of Art History at Montgomery College and art critic for the Gazette Newspapers and Welmoed Laanstra, Curator of Public Art for Arlington County, and moderator Ellyn Weiss, as they discuss what it means to commit to the new and unknown.

Free. Open to the Public.

Brentwood Arts Exchange @ Gateway Arts Center
3901 Rhode Island Avenue
Brentwood, MD 20722
301-277-2863/ tty. 301-446-6802

Airborne
Airborne today and heading to Amsterdam and then to England... more from the Old World later.

Minute Wings

I said, I don’t like Yeats.
I only like Marti, Neruda, Borge and Paz.
You read this poem to me:

I did the dragon's will until you came
Because I had fancied love a casual
Improvisation, or a settled game
That followed if I let the kerchief fall:
Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings
And heavenly music if they gave it wit;
And then you stood among the dragon-rings.
I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it
And broke the chain and set my ankles free,
Saint George or else a pagan Perseus;
And now we stare astonished at the sea,
And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us.

I was scared by the dragon-rings,
and the will which I was doing,
and even by minute wings.
But you opened me,
and gave me my freedom,
and Yeats.

Memorial Day

Have a grand Memorial Day!

The DC Art card deck

Art in Hand™ is an arts publisher who was looking to bring their City Project Decks of cards to the city of Washington, DC.

They selected 54 artists who are currently living and working in the Washington, DC area to participate in their DC City Project Deck, which has just been published.

The Washington, DC Project is a deck of fully functional playing cards where each individual card in the deck (plus 2 jokers) is rendered in the typical style of the contributing artist. The project creates widespread exposure for participating artists while producing a unique, entertaining, functional and green product for the city of Washington, DC.

Check out the project and all the cards and associated artwork here.

The cards are available at many stores locally and also at most local museum stores, or you can order them online here.

My favorite card?

Judith Peck gets a winning hand with her gorgeous Queen of Spades.

You can buy Judith's painting here.

Just keeps on getting worse and worse...

On Thursday, Cuban pro-democracy activist Caridad Caballero was arrested by the Castro regime's Workers Paradise's police.

She has not been heard from since then and her whereabouts remain unknown.

Caballero, a member of the Ladies in White support group ("Damas de Apoyo"), was arrested for participating in a peaceful protest against the Castro regime.

Her family has been frantically searching for her in all known police and state security operation centers, but they refuse to reveal any information about her well-being or whereabouts.

As you can see from the video clip below of a previous arrest (in March 2011) of Caballero, the Castro regime is not shy about using repressive force against her and her family.

Campello at auction

A British antique art dealer has one of my drawings from eleven years ago up for auction. It starts at 195 pounds, so it's a great deal!


Check it out and bid on it here. Hurry! Only 14 hours left!

Planning Process

Just got the news that I've been selected by Helen Allen (former creator and Executive Director of PULSE Art Fairs; former Executive Director of Ramsay Art Fairs; and current partner for the upcoming (e)merge art fair in Washington, DC) to exhibit at the Arlington Art Center's "Planning Process" exhibition.

More later on what I'll be doing, but from the prospectus:

PLANNING PROCESS is a juried drawing show with a difference: All of the drawings selected for inclusion must be studies created in preparation for finished artworks. Winning studies will be shown alongside finished pieces in a variety of media: A sculptor or a painter could show sketches alongside finished objects . . . a video artist could show storyboards alongside video . . . an installation artists could show plans alongside photos documenting a finished project—or a recreation of that project onsite.

O'Sullivan on the Washington Glass School

No secret here that I am a HUGE fanboy of what the WGS and what many other DMV area glass artist have done to make the DMV one of the leading contemporary art glass centers on this planet (when are our "local" art museums going to "discover" this?)

And in reviewing "The Washington Glass School: The First 10 Years" , now on display at Long View Gallery in the District, the senior Washington Post visual arts critic, Michael O'Sullivan, eloquently interprets just what makes this substrate (glass) so special and yet so different.

On the one hand, glass is pretty. It's hard not to like the way it looks: the luminous color, the way it plays with light. On the other hand, maybe glass is only pretty. How do we know that the beauty is also capable of brains?

The rest of the show is proof that it is.

Read the O'Sullivan review here.