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Sarah Lehrer-Graiwer, Jeff Hassay

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Lynn Ozzle shuttered his studio. It was time. He would explode otherwise. The canvas and linen have been rolled up. The table saw unplugged and lumber stacked in a corner. The tubes of oil paint closed and spirits capped. The palette wiped clean. Nothing may ever be painted there again. He has gone outdoors, to turn some very special soil and plant some very special seeds. Ozzle had been preparing for this for two decades. It all started with this recurring lucid dream in which he was Gregor Mend... [more]
I’m not sure if it’s legal. In fact, I’m pretty sure it won’t be. It’s definitely disturbing and highly problematic—beyond sketchy at the same time that it stands out as the most incredibly soul-shaking and thrillingly provocative art proposition I can remember. Or, I should say, that I can’t remember because memory itself (in the actual neurological, chemical sense, not some vague loosey-goosey thematic) is the medium with which this art boldly fucks. I’m talking about Meghan Shalimar’s instantly n... [more]
The artist insisted there be no announcement made nor notification given. No time of performance revealed. Only the loosest parameters had been leaked to the public: At many times both diurnal and nocturnal a performance will take place in the sculpture garden/café courtyard of the Museum of Modern Art. The series of unscheduled performances will be spaced out over the course of several months, starting now at the end of February and running through May. Museum hours will be extended on select days... [more]
Foraging for seasonal chanterelles and truffles last month with her retriever in the wild oak forests of Nevers in central France, Françoise Gabardine Malraux detected a tell-tale cold air vent amidst a cluster of morels. The fungal crown turned out to rim the subterranean porthole-sized portal that leads to a formerly hermetically sealed prehistoric cave, now referred to as Nevers Cave, whose interior walls are covered with unprecedented paintings and carvings of incredible sophistication. The... [more]
After years of casual and abortive on-and-off thinking with colleagues about the possibility of starting a (non-commercial) gallery or some kind of project space, we finally found a form that makes sense to us and feels productive—even new. This is to announce the inauguration of Finley Gallery. The idea for Finley Gallery came out of the private act of borrowing a painting from an artist friend for a couple months with the excuse of investigating daily art viewing as an art writing experiment.... [more]
It seems like all we’re ever thirsting for is a moment of magic. We want and love to believe that something impossible is real. It must be hard-wired genetically, an evolutionarily beneficial tendency that helps us to survive this world—optimists live longer. I don’t know about you, but I got mine last week at Lucian Delacroix’s The Way I Move Myself Around, 2011. A New Orleans native currently based in Brussels, Delacroix initially trained as a classical dancer, a star rising in the ranks o... [more]
Established in 2009, the Association of Human Excellence (AOHE) is a Los Angeles-based collective that aims to enact social change by using alternative means of reinforcement, both positive and negative. Operating according to a similar theory by which one trains a dog, the Association rewards good behavior by giving fancy treats and discourages bad behavior by scolding the animal and, in extreme circumstances, resorting to rubbing its face in its own filth. The group’s implementation of positive r... [more]
A shockingly unique apothecary teahouse opened earlier this year in Los Feliz, California. The first of its kind, The White Lodge, is inspired in its pharmacy-counter, Dewey-decimal-drawer format by traditional Chinese herbal medicine shops and Mexican hierberias (herbal folk remedy stalls). It functions as if it were a bodega at some mythic crossroads simultaneously servicing Oaxacan priests, Oriental alchemists, Sufi shamen, Ayurveda practitioners, Haitian witch-doctors and dazzle-eyed miscreants bent... [more]
We remember and honor the poet, Lester Glenallbyn McFaidren, 1938 – 2011. McFaidren, the son of progressive Scottish-American missionaries, was born and raised in Japan. He studied from his youth under the prolonged and intensive tutelage of rigorous Japanese playwrights and poets including Makato Reishi who had been a disciple of the illustrious haiku poet and Buddhist priest, Kobayashi Issa. Literary apprenticeship, as was customary in the Kogome Hanabira (literally “Crushed Petal”) school of poetr... [more]
              It turns out Marcus Diebenkorn is something of a late bloomer. For the past several months, Diebenkorn (son of Richard—not the famous Bay Area painter, but another one, coincidentally, also a California modernist) has been staging performances and making videos and photographs of himself dressed in a diaper and little else doing routine, banal, perfunctory, quintessentially ‘adult’ tasks,One of last month’s installments in the series, Grow Up Too Fast #5, 2010, saw the artist in a... [more]