Opportunity for Cartoonists

Deadline: October 30, 2006

The National Liberty Museum is seeking submissions to its "Caretoon Contest" which is "your chance to express your personal ideas about peace and understanding in our world." No entry fees. Details and prospectus here.

Opportunity for Young DC Artists

Deadline: October 25, 2006

The DC Arts Commission recognizes young DC artists with the Young Artists Grant Program. This initiative, which offers grants of up to $3,500 to artists between the ages of 18 and 30, is funded in part by the National Endowment for the Arts' Challenge America program.

Grants support individuals in two funding categories:

1. Young Emerging Artists Grant Program. Artists may apply for up to $2,500 of support for innovative art projects.

2. Young Artists Community Service Program. Artists may apply for up to $3,500 of support for projects that strengthen communities as well as provide positive alternatives for youth.

The Commission hosts a series of workshops to assist all individuals and organizations in preparing their applications. No prior reservations are required to attend workshops. Workshops will be held on Wednesday, October 11, 2006 from Noon - 1:30 pm. All workshops will be held at the Arts Commission offices. Call 202/724-5613 for details or visit the Commission's website.

Opportunity for Artists

Deadline: November 30, 2006

The City of North Charleston is seeking visual and fine craft artists to apply for consideration as exhibiting artists at the North Charleston (SC) City Gallery. For details, please contact:

North Charleston Cultural Arts Dept
Box 190016
North Charleston SC 29419

Or call 843-745-1087 or email culturalarts@northcharleston.org

Opportunity for Artists

Deadline: November 20, 2006

Parkland College is seeking proposals for solo and group exhibitions for its 2007 - 2008 exhibition season and beyond. Exhibition proposals in all genres of contemporary approaches to art making by single artists, collaborative groups, or curators will be considered. For a prospectus contact:

Emily Klein
Parkland Art Gallery
Parkland College
2400 W Bradley Av
Champaign IL 61821-1899

Or call them at 217-351-2485 or visit their website or email Emily at eklein@parkland.edu

Opportunity for Designers

Deadline: OCtober 31, 2006

Wanna design a toy? This is an open call art design contest. They are on a global quest to find the "cutest design ideas for a fictional alien space baby that has recently been discovered on Earth." The winning designs will receive cash prizes plus the very first editon of the plush toy that the winning designs will inspire. There are no entry fees. Details here.

The Mother of All Rock Fights

At the risk of being vain, I've posted below something a little different.

For a couple of 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, and one of the reasons that I decided to do the whole PA move was to attempt to find the time to work on these memories. The below is an early peek at a chapter draft somewhere in the middle of the book. It is titled "The Mother of All Rock Fights," and feedback, suggestions and criticism is welcome!

The Mother of All Rock Fights

Depending on who you believe, the mother of all rock fights started with either a push, or a slip into the dirty, sewage waters of the Guaso River in Guantanamo, Cuba.

Even now, nearly forty years later, it stands out as vividly, as spectacular, as surreal and as immensely impossible, as on the day that it happened.

Sometimes in the early 1960’s a new baseball stadium was built in the outskirts of Guantanamo. At the time, to us local children, it was beautiful new place, a shrine to the love of baseball that all Cubans have. We didn’t notice or care, that all seats were made of cement, and that it was a grim, stark and bare bones space.

But at least to us boys it was a wonderful, beautiful place, where once in a while even the Orientales, the provincial team that represented our honor in the national baseball leagues (and always seemed to lose to the hated Havana teams), played.

My father also loved baseball, and he was the un-official baseball escort for all the boys in the neighborhood, and often he would lead a dozen of us ruffians to a game at the stadium, which was named Van Troi, in honor of a shadowy slain North Vietnamese guerrilla fighter who had been killed in the Viet Nam war.

Why name a baseball stadium after a man who probably never heard of baseball was also a mystery to us, especially since we all knew the names of all the real baseball gods, both Cuban and Americans. But more on baseball later.

As I said, Van Troi Stadium was a few miles outside of the city, and we all usually caught the bus that stopped at the bottom of Second Street, directly across from the side of our house that ran downhill through that street. We took that bus to the edge of the city and from there we all walked, usually with hundreds of other people, to the Stadium.

From Guantanamo the trek to the Stadium could be made via two different routes. The longer and safer route was through the metal bridge that spanned the Guaso River. Crossing this bridge was always a thrilling adventure to me. The bridge was a metal arch, and the walkways on either side were made of metal grilles that allowed you to see the river below you as one crossed the bridge.

Because the bridge was – at least in my eyes – just a few feet above the rushing water, there was always a sense of immediacy – and danger – from the fast flowing Guaso River rushing underneath your feet. It was also quite a wide crossing, as the Guaso was a rather wide river at that point and often, when augmented by tropical rains, as when the Flora hurricane passed through Oriente province in the early 60’s, would flood the city. In fact, the metal bridge of my memories may have been a "new" bridge built after Flora, which may have wiped out the older bridge.

Anyway, the bridge crossing was adventurous, and I would always plan it ahead at the beginning of the crossing. I always had a strategy in case I fell off the bridge or in case the bridge collapsed while I was in the middle of it. This always demanded knowing exactly where on the bridge I was, and which direction (backwards or forwards) was the shortest path to land.

Once we crossed the bridge, the road to the Stadium was through a slightly hilly unpaved street, almost a country road, and sometimes we would stop and rest at a house where my father was friends with the family who lived there.

There we would always buy a bottle of pru, which is a homemade Cuban soft drink. We would usually bring the drinks along the rest of the walk to the stadium and sometimes carry extra bottles with us to drink later.

Once, my cousin Cesar had the task of carrying all the extra bottles, and when we arrived at the Stadium, we discovered that he had drunk all of them on the way to the ballpark.

As pru is actually some kind of a fermented non-alcoholic drink, and being homemade, possibly not the purest of drinks, he immediately developed a tremendous case of diarrhea halfway through the game and never made it to the stadium’s bathroom, and managed to shit all over his pants, much to his embarrassment and our delight.

In any event, this route was the safer, but the longer of the two ways to get to Van Troi Stadium. The second route was a short cut that involved crossing the river though a series of rocks that had been strategically placed at a narrower portion of the river, about half a mile downriver from the bridge.

Now, these weren’t (by any stretch of the imagination), large, flat rocks, but a series of mossy, slippery rocks that sometimes even demanded a slight jump from rock to rock, rather than just steps. In fact sometimes, one could actually step from rock to rock, while other times you needed a synchronized ballet to jump to a small rock, and use it as a spring to the next, larger safer rock, as there was no room in the small rock to actually land and stabilize one’s body. It was a dangerous and almost incredible risk, and yet at the time it seemed as natural as crossing the bridge.

The choice was always based on the availability of the rocks themselves. If the river was too high, then we took the bridge, if the river was low and the rocks exposed, then we’d all cross the river at the rock crossing. Hundreds of people, usually all men and boys and all heading to the game through the river shortcut.

To add an ever greater sense of danger to this crossing, was the repugnant fact that the city’s raw sewer lines came out somewhere between the bridge and the rock crossing.

And this was completely untreated, raw sewage at its most luxuriant stage of smell and visibility. The river, which was clean and clear when we looked at it from the bridge, became shit brown and foul by the time it arrived at the rock crossing and turds floated like brown torpedoes all around you as you gingerly made your way across the rocks.

It never occurred to us why the rock crossing had been built after the sewage lines, rather than before it – who knows, perhaps it pre-dated the sewage lines, but the immense danger of crossing the river by skipping across slippery, mossy rocks was multiplied by a million when one considered what would happen if one had the misfortune to slip and fall into the shitwater.

And it did happen quite often! Someone would be a little too cavalier in the crossing, or sometimes someone too tipsy from drinking too much beer at the games, lose concentration, slip and fall, to the cheers and laughter and applause of the rest of us. And falling near the riverbed was the worst, as the shit tended to concentrate there, while the river current, although faster and more dangerous in the middle, tended to keep the middle of the river cleaner.

The edges were absolutely gross. A luxuriant, rich, thick mixture of shit and mud demanded strict attention and concentration. In response to this, whoever had originally placed the rocks to build the crossing, had thankfully placed larger rocks at the edges, some of which actually could accommodate several persons at once. This had an indirect cause in the overall accumulations of tiny events that all led to the greatest rock fight in history.

I always recall the crossing of the river at this point as a true adventure. Sometimes I was a pirate, usually Emilio Salgari's El Corsario Negro, getting away from the Spanish soldiers; at other times I was an astronaut discovering another planet. But I was always in a high state of concentration, always ensuring that I never slipped and always focusing on the next rock, especially when we neared the edges, and the river became a mass of mojones, which is what we called turds, and birds eating all the gross insect life that lived amongst it.

Sometimes a particularly spectacular mojon would float by, or a fleet of mojones, to the delight of us kids crossing the river. We would shout in unison and point to the mojones and exaggerate their sizes and speed. The word mojon is an interesting one, and I’m not sure where it comes from, or if it is a Cuban slang or a true Castilian word. It literally means someone or something that is wet, and has no relation that I can think of to the Spanish word for shit, which is mierda.

Regardless, the river at this point was full of mojones, and stinking of mierda and we would always be alert and I never recall any of our gang falling into the river.

Until the greatest rock fight in history. Truly the mother of all rock fights.

On that particular day, we had all trekked to the stadium not to watch a baseball game, but to watch something different in our perception of sports, at least to Cubans: a soccer match.

While soccer is a big thing in nearly all Latin American countries, in fact nearly a religion in most, it was and probably still is, a curiosity and ignored as a sport by most Cubans.

This arises from the fact that soccer – like bullfights – was a "Spanish sport" enjoyed by Spaniards in Cuba, and thus disliked immediately by Cubans, who wished to remove all things Spanish from the young republic. Spaniards like soccer and bullfights while Cubans preferred baseball and cockfights; Spaniards drank wine, Cubans drank beer and rum, etc.

Anyway, on the day of the greatest rock fight in history, there was a soccer match staged at Van Troi stadium, and as most of us had never seen a soccer match before, a curious crowd of several thousand local men and boys made the trip, either through the bridge or through the rock crossing, and congregated at the ballpark to watch the game.

It was a disaster.

One of the teams had traveled from Havana, and was on a nationwide tour to help spread soccer among Cubans. The second team was made up at the last minute from Guantanamo men from the Institute (the local junior college) or local baseball players who had not been selected for any of the national league teams. I bet that for some of the locals, it was the first time that they had ever actually played soccer.

It was the most boring sports spectacle that I recall ever witnessing, played on a baseball field, with the pitching mound still in place, and soccer lines marked at the last minute with white chalk lines.

I recall the entire game consisting of the ball being kicked from one extreme end of the field to the other, with little of the precision and foot skills that only experienced soccer players can display. One just can’t show up one day and decide to dribble with your feet – it just doesn’t happen, and it showed.

And Cubans are just not culturally designed to play soccer, which demands precise teamwork and strategy, as opposed to individualism on the field, which is what the inept soccer players on the soccer pitch, I mean baseball field turned soccer pitch for that day, attempted to do.

The crowd was bored and delighted us by hurling insults at the players, and booing throughout, and only applauding when a fight broke out on the field, which was practically every few minutes, when aggressive, inept Cuban men kicked each other’s shins in futile attempts to get to the ball.

The soccer experiment was a boring disaster, and when the game ended, scoreless as I recall, the crowd was in a dark mood as it left the Stadium and headed back to the city, most of us through the river rock crossing.

And this mood was the second ingredient in the recipe for the chain of events that led to the greatest rock fight in history.

Here is what happened.

I had just crossed the river, and along with my father behind me, begun the slight climb from the river slopes towards the streets above it. At that point, one had a great view of the river and I recall turning around to see the long line of people, like ants, crossing the river, jumping rocks and making their way back to the city.

And then it happened.

Monguito fell into the shitwater; not the middle, cleaner part of the river, with fast moving water and smaller rocks, but near the banks of the river, with turgid, stagnant mud and shit.

Whether he slipped or fell is a matter of debate. As I said before these bank rocks were larger and thus "safer" than the smaller, middle-of-the-river rocks, and Monguito claims that as he was standing on one of these rocks, Gustavito, who lived in the house directly below our house on Second Street, and who was a perennial enemy of the Monguito brothers, pushed him from behind.

Gustavito, who was a feisty (and always ready to pick a fight), scruffy, short bulldog of a boy, with a flat top blonde haircut, and he looked like a miniature of his father, who was a professional boxer, has always denied pushing Monguito, claiming that he was nowhere near Monguito when Monguito fell or was pushed in.

Anyway, Monguito emerged from the river completely covered in shit and mud and looking for revenge. The people who were still on the rocks were dying of laughter as he made his way up the banks of the river, and the crossing momentarily stopped as the elder of the two Monguito brothers emerged from the muck.

And he turned to face his laughing tormentors, and he was looking for revenge.

He then spotted Gustavito, still on a rock on the river, also laughing and in fact doubled over with laughter. And in Monguito’s mind, somehow, it became clear that his archenemy had some hand in his fall.

And he picked up a rock, and with the brilliant aim of someone with a thousand previous rock fights of experience, lobbed it in a long arch towards Gustavito, who was too lost in laughter to notice the incoming missile as it hit him and made him fall into the river.

Now the other river crossers really exploded in laughter – this was too much! Two falls in one crossing – this alone was worth the boring experience of the soccer game!

But Gustavito, who had not seen who had thrown the rock, emerged from the river also looking for revenge, and incredibly enough began picking up rocks from the river itself and pelting the crowd with shit covered missiles.

And suddenly pandemonium broke out as people began to fall into the river and more rock throwers were added to the battle. From our safe side on the land, we all joined in to try to nail those still clinging to the relative safety of the rocks.

Some tried to turn back and head to the other side, colliding with crossers coming over and more and more people fell into the water, creating several water battles as men fought each other in the water, on rocks and on the shore. And the people already on the banks of the rivers were also good targets for us, as we were higher above them on the streets that ran parallel to the river.

And thus, from the relative safety of those streets above the river, we were on a superior position to rain rocks on all of those unfortunate souls below us while being able to dodge all incoming rocks; all except Pepin, who as usual got his head cracked open by a rock, even though he was with us on the streets, desperately, from his superior position, trying to help his brother Monguito below.

And for a glorious ten minutes or so, the greatest rock fight in history went on along the shitty shores of the Guaso River, involving perhaps one hundred men and boys of all ages, with the distinct advantage to those on the shore, many of whom were covered in shit, having at one point been on rocks and knocked off either trying to avoid a rock, or being hit by one or pushed by another person attempting to cling to the rock.

If the latter was the case, then it was a matter of honor to get to the shore and attempt to knock off your pusher by nailing him with a rock.

At some point in the battle, even flying turds were being lobbed, to the horror of some of the participants, already covered in shit, who were now being pelted by flying turds and mud.

I cannot remember how and when the greatest rock fight in history ended, perhaps the militia or the cops showed up, but I do recall walking back all the way from the edge of the city to our neighborhood, because there were three in our group completely covered in shit: Monguito, Gustavito and Cesar, who somehow had ended up in the river as well, and Pepin covered in blood from his head wound.

Because of shit and blood, the bus driver would not allow them in, and my father couldn’t leave them to walk alone from that far. It was quite an interesting trek, and we made them walk downwind behind us, only stopping once in a while to break up the occasional fights between Monguito and Gustavito.

When we got home, my grandmother gave my father hell over his supervision of us, and Elba, Pepin’s mother, swore blue murder at my father for not taking Pepin directly to the hospital.

My grandmother then took Cesar to the back garden, where he was hosed down with the garden hose, while the rest of us, less the other two who had fallen in, and Pepin who was on his way to the hospital for his usual visit to stitch up his head, climbed to the roof of the house to watch Cesar being scrubbed clean from head to toe while we drank cold lemonade that my mother had just made.

Thus truly ended the greatest rock fight in history.

Sydney McGee Part IV

Rick Reedy is the superintendent of schools for the Frisco Independent School District in Frisco, Texas currently entangled in the whole mess with teacher Sydney McGee being dismissed allegedly over a parental complaint stemming from one of her students seeing a nude sculpture during a museum trip.

Mr. Reedy writes in the Dallas Morning News that the "art teacher issue goes deeper than a museum field trip" and insists that "The Dallas Museum of Art is a recommended venue for study trips, and our students regularly visit to enrich their learning. No teacher, including Ms. McGee, has ever been fired or reprimanded for taking students to the museum or for a student's incidental viewing of nude art. No teacher, including Ms. McGee, has ever been fired due to a parent complaint."

Reedy goes on to make a case that McGee may have played the "art card" in this mess. Read his opinions here.

Moving Update

Almost 80% unpacked, with unpacking seriously interrupted by the many required returns to the DC area. In the meantime, I've managed to sneak in some exploration of the area.

Went apple-picking at the Linvilla Orchards and picked half a bushel of apples and then they gave me another half for free. That's a lot of apples.

Went to Fellini's Cafe in Media, where not only do they serve some of the best Italian food that I've had in a while at really good prices, but also on Mondays the waitresses sing opera, and there's one who belts out an amazing "Habanera" from Bizet's "Carmen."

Went to the 4th Annual Fine Arts & Crafts Festival in Rosetree Park, I think organized by the Media Arts Council and had a nice time and saw some good work by the area's locals.

Went to the Brandywine Museum to see Factory Work: Warhol, Wyeth and Basquiat and my review will be published later this month, and will also a review here.

Janis Goodman Opens in NYC

Congrats to well-known DC area artist Janis Goodman, whose paintings and drawings open in New York on Tuesday!

Art Scam Redux

So the Nigerian art scam has reached and touched me again. A couple of days ago I received the following email (all the e.e. cummings use of lower case letters is his):

From: michael gary
Sent : Thursday, October 5, 2006 11:35 AM
To: lennycampello@hotmail.com
Subject: Art Work..

Hello,
I will like to purchase some of your art works for my home in Middlesex (United Kingdom),and i will like you to get back to me with listings and costs of your works available.I will be able to choose the ones i want or need.Kindly get back to me asap.

Michael Gary
45 Kenton Lane,
Belmont Circle,
Belmont, Middlesex, HA3 8RY.

Michael Gary.........

And I responded

Dear Michael,
I am so honored that you like my artwork! Kindly email me your phone number and I will call you

And he, being the good scammer, responds:

Thanks for the reply.i would have love to call you but for now my phone is not working and i promise to call you as soon as my phone get working.Kindly get back to me with the list of the work that you have for sale in your studio.i look forward to read from you asap.
Michael Gary.........

And so I says to him:

Mike,
I am very particular as to who buys my artwork, please email me a jpg of you and your family as well as some of the artwork that you currently have in your home.

Let's see what happens next.

Sydney McGee Part III

I told you about Sydney McGee here and then a little more here. McGee is the teacher who allegedly was fired because of a complaint stemming from one of her students seeing a nude sculpture during a museum trip.

The Dallas Morning News now asks the question "was a Frisco art teacher pushed out of a job over a flap about nude art, or is the national media spotlight shining in the wrong place?"

Was she fired because of the nude sculpture complaint or because she was a bad teacher?

Ms. McGee says she never received a negative review or criticisms in Frisco until after she took the 89 fifth-graders to the museum in April.

Read the article here.

Sandberg Lecture at Salve Regina

One of the capital region's top painters, Erik Sandberg (and CUA guest professor) will offer an illustrated lecture for "Vice and Virtue: An Exhibition of Student Work" titled: "The Virtue of Vice: Inspiring Self-Reflection in Studio Art" commencing at 7 pm at Salve Regina Art Gallery in DC.

The exhibition itself features approximately 20 art objects by Arica Bahr, Kathryn Crabtree, Amanda Ince, Elizabeth Lutz, Teresa Mascia and Lindsay Rogers.

The exhibit includes a life-size painting of The Temptation of Saint Anthony. The painting was created as a collaborative effort between Sandberg, who painted the huge canvas, and his students, who "contributed design concepts for the portrayal of the aged ascetic’s temptations." Sandberg is represented by Conner Contemporary.

Zoe Strauss Art Talk

Philadelphia's own Zoe Strauss, whole powerful work was included in the last Whitney Biennial, will have an artist's talk (free and open to the public) on October 7, at 6 pm, at the Fleisher Art Memorial, 719 Catharine Street, South Philadelphia.

Two days later on Oct. 9, Zoe will have a slide lecture starting at 6:30 PM at 20th Street and The Parkway in Philadelphia.

Robert Brown Gallery Closes in DC

The building on R Street that housed the Robert Brown Gallery for 15 years has been sold and the gallery has closed. As they have been in business for over 25 years, the gallery intends to stay in business as a private entity and can still be reached online at www.robertbrowngallery.com.

Shirin Neshat in C'ville

Just like DC-based artist Aylene Fallah has been doing courageously for years (in spite of threats and insults), New York-based artist Shirin Neshat explores the role of women in Islamic society.

And now, in conjunction with the Virginia Film Festival’s theme Revelations: Finding God at the Movies, Charlottesville, VA Second Street Gallery will showcase Neshat’s video installation Passage (2001), a work that was commissioned by well-known composer Philip Glass.

This presentation of Passage represents Neshat’s Mid-Atlantic debut. It will run through October 28, 2006.

Update: Neshat and a couple of alert readers point out that Neshat had her video "Rapture" exhibited at the 2002 Virginia Museum of Fine Arts' three-part video-art exhibition "Outer and Inner Space: A Video Exhibition in Three Parts," so the above is not her Mid-Atlantic debut.

Sculpture

The Arlington Art Center's Fall solos open on October 10, reception on October 13 from 6-9PM. In addition to showing artists from all over the Mid-Atlantic, they are also kicking off "Sculpture on the Grounds."

The first installment: "InSight Out," is curated by Twylene Moyer, the managing Editor of Sculpture Magazine. She has selected a group that features artists from Baltimore and environs.

Even more cool about "Sculpture on the Grounds" is that (as far as I know) the program will be the only dedicated temporary outdoor sculpture program in the Washington DC area. I am told that they’ll "rotate every six months and seek to show some really cutting edge work."

Opportunity for Artists – Mid-Atlantic Region

Deadline: October 31, 2006

The Open Studios Press is currently accepting entries for the 2006 Mid-Atlantic competition for painters. Competitions are conducted annually in each of six regions of the country and lead to publication in New American Paintings magazine.

Juried by curators from prominent museums. Painting, drawing, monoprints/types, mixed media, 2-D only (no photo or editions). Entry fee $30. Postmark deadline: Mid-Atlantic 10/31/06 ( DE, MD, NJ, PA, VA, WV and Washington DC) other areas, contact below. The DC area curator will be my good friend Stephen Bennett Phillips, Curator, The Phillips Collection.

Send four 35mm slides, resume, entry fee and SASE to:

Open Studios Press
450 Harrison Ave #304
Boston, MA 02118

Questions: (617) 778-5265 or www.newamericanpaintings.com.

How is this art?

The Student Coalition at the College of Visual Arts in St. Paul, MN asks: How is this art?

McCabe on The Exhibitionists

"The Exhibitionists" is the title of the current three-person show in Baltimore's Gallery Imperato, and the City Paper's Brett McCabe does a nice job reviewing the exhibition here.

The exhibition includes work by the most recent Trawick Prize winner: James Rieck.

Mid Atlantic Openings

October 3

"Operation dogleg II" are landscape works and a video projection by Scottish artist Dana Hargrove that opens tonight at Philadelphia's Bridgette Mayer Gallery. The exhibition runs through Oct. 28 and tonight's reception is from 6-8:30pm.

Also tonight in Philly there's an opening at Vox Populi of an installation of alternate universes by Diana Al-Hadid. The universes exist through Oct. 27, and the opening tonight is from 6-11PM.

Photography by Keith Sharp also opens tonight in Philly at the Muse Gallery which is a Philly co-op. The show runs through Oct. 29. Opening reception is from 6-8pm.

October 4

Recent Acquisitions to the George Washington University Permanent Collection. This exhibition includes fifteen of the University's most recent aquisitions to the University's permanent collection, including works by Sam Gilliam and Jules Olitski. In addition, two works by Joan Miro and Giorgio de Chirico will be shown from a collection of promised gifts. At the Luther W. Brady Art Gallery through October 27, 2006.

October 5

Ellyn Weiss: Circular Reasoning opens at Nevin Kelly Gallery in Washington, DC through 29th. Opening Reception Thursday, October 5th, 6 - 9pm.

Migration: A Gallery in Charlottesville, Virginia and Piedmont Virginia Community College join forces to present Georgia artist and art professor Tim Taunton on the evening of October 5th. The gallery will open its fall show "Insights" featuring Tim Taunton’s figurative clay sculptures with a reception on Thursday, October 5, 2006 from 6:30-8:30pm. Prior to the reception, the public is invited to see a slide show and hear the artist speak about his work at 5:00pm in the Black Box Theatre (Room 202) of the Dickinson Building at PVCC. Seating is limited in this wonderful venue, so plan to arrive early. The gallery is located at 119 5th Street SE in Charlottesville. PVCC is located at 501 College Drive. The show runs through November 30.

In downtown DC, Zenith Gallery has an opening tonight from 6-8PM for "Lightness of Being," and the exhibit features works by Gloria Cesal.

In Baltimore, "Cluck" is an exhibit by Raissa Contreras featuring chickens (I shit thee not) at the Craig Flinner Gallery and the opening reception is from 6-8 p.m.

Also in Baltimore, the Faculty Exhibition at the Maryland Institute College of Art features works by more than 40 current faculty members at MICA. Exhibition is at the Decker and Meyerhoff galleries and the opening reception is from 5-7PM. Look for the photographs of Gabriela Bulisova, the sculptures of Jeff Spaulding and the paintings of Raoul Middleman.

October 6

Foundry Gallery in Washington, DC has two joint exhibits opening tonight. First there's "Giants in the Earth," which are photographs by Holly Foss, former Fraser Gallery Georgetown gallerina and a most talented (and award winning) photographer. The second show is an exhibition titled "Let's Dance," and the exhibit features paintings by Roger Strassman. Reception from 6-8PM.

Maryland Art Place (MAP) in Baltimore, MD presents the Fourth Annual Curators’ Incubator program, featuring independent curator Fabian Goncalves Borrega and the curatorial team of Myra B. Greene and Bennie F. Johnson. On exhibition through October 21 will be "The Photograph as Representation and Reflection of Cultural Objects," Fabian Goncalves Borrega, curator (artists in the exhibition include: Luis Delgado Qualtrough, Kathryn Dunlevie, Katia Fuentes, Lucy Gray, Susannah Hays, Germán Herrera, Mary Daniel Hobson, Javier Manrique, Deborah L. O’Grady and Sharon Wickham) and "Conversations Most Intimate: The Lens of Myra Greene," Jeffreen M. Hayes and Bennie F. Johnson, curators. Gallery Talk starts at 6 pm and the opening reception from 7-9 pm.

Richmond, Virginia's The Gallery: Art & Design has an opening tonight at 6PM for Colombian-born artist Carlos Torres. RSVP to info@the-gallery.it.

The Woodbourne Collection in Kensington, MD has an opening tonight for Jason Douglas Griffin. The show runs through oct. 14. Details and info at 301/530-5832.

"Adjoining Lot," paintings, photographs and video by Franco Mueller opens at Pentimenti Gallery (Main Gallery & Project Room) in Philadelphia, while Noel Neri's solo sculpture exhibition "Sacred Windows" opens at the Annex Gallery. The reception to meet the artists is Friday, October 6 from 6:00 to 8:30 p.m. Mueller lives and works in Switzerland while Neri (who received an MFA from the Maryland Institute, College of Art (MICA) in Baltimore) lives in Philly.

Sabina Cabada opens an exhibition of her new work at Aaron Gallery in Washington, DC. Reception is from 6-9PM. Show runs through Nov. 2, 2006.

October 7

"Imagined Heritage" opens tonight at Falling Cow Gallery in Philadelphia with an opening reception from 6-8 pm and runs through October 28th. The exhibition features paintings, drawings and mixed media works by Alana Bograd, Caroline Falby and Fay Ku.

Project 4 in Washington, DC presents "Good Cop/Bad Cop," two solo exhibitions featuring the work of artists Daniel Davidson and Tricia Keightley. Both artists received a BFA in painting from the San Francisco Art Institute. Their work has been exhibited widely in both the United States and abroad. They live and work in Brooklyn, N.Y. Exhibition runs through November 11, 2006, and the opening reception is Saturday, October 7, from 6:00-8:30pm.

October 8

The Art League Gallery at the Torpedo Factory Art Center in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia opens "Echo in the Forest," which features sculptures by Tatyana Schremko. The Art League is probably the Mid Atlantic's largest artists' co-op. The reception is 2-4PM.

October 13

"Modern Art and Modern Furniture," which opens on October 5th at Gallery Neptune in Bethesda, Maryland has a public reception on the 13th from 6-9PM.

"Eyes on Baltimore, Charm City as Viewed by Area Artists and Photographers," opens at Light Street Gallery in Baltimore with an opening reception on Friday evening, October 13th, from 6-9 PM.

In DC, Touchstone Gallery on 7th Street, NW has an opening reception for Carole Lyles Shaw from 6-8:30PM.

Jean Hirons has a reception for her new show "Pure Color" at Creative Partners Gallery in Bethesda, Maryland. The reception is from 6-9PM. Hirons is the Vice President of the Maryland Pastel Society.

October 14

Heineman Myers in Bethesda, MD has an opening reception from 6-9PM for Nancy Scheinman. The show runs through November 25 and there's an artist's talk on Nov. 5 at 2PM.

October 17

"Between Worlds," a new installation by Philadelphia-based artist Candy Depew, which opened October 5 at the Physick House Museum in Philadelphia and runs through Nov. 26 has a free public reception with the artist tonight from 6-9pm. Curated by Robert Wuilfe, this is the first-ever exhibition of contemporary art at Physick House — the Federal-style home of Dr. Philip Syng Physick, the "Father of American Surgery," and the second exhibition of the new Landmarks Contemporary Projects program.

Experiment and Spontaneity: MFA Thesis Exhibition for Leanne Juliana. Juliana examines the interaction of human personalities using clay, grout, and wood as mediums. She explores the myriad of relationships different individuals participate in on a daily basis. Juliana's vases represent the human psyche and its responses to life, shown as the tiles, spikes, lines, and colors. Through October 27 at the George Washington University's Dimock Gallery.

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