Artists throughout the ages have faithfully preserved and even improved upon the fashions of each era, and today is no different. This month and next, three artists â€“ two photographers and a painter â€“ are staging showings of works that capture unique moments in the evolution of fashion.
In â€œMomâ€™s Friends,â€ Venice-based painter and new media artist Kimberly Brooks explores issues of feminine identity, nostalgia and womanhood in a series of oil and gouache portraits based on photos of her mohter and her fashionable 1970s friends from Brooksâ€™ Mill Valley, Calif., childhood. Brooks captures the eraâ€™s sense of freedom and fresh power in compositions that feature bold â€˜70s style. The exhibit, her second solo show, continues through April 7 at the Taylor de Cordoba gallery, 2660 S. La Cienega Blvd. Los Angeles. Hours are 11 am to 6 pm, Tuesday through Saturday.
I thought iâ€™d give you some snapshots of the trip to NY this past week. Arrived with my dear friend Karen at the 60 thompson hotel in SoHo…
We ordered martinis on the rooftop when thunder clouds started forming. We machinated about how much we could squeeze into the next 48 hours.
We walked up the street in the rain and had a late dinner at Balthazar.
All I could think about was the exhibition the next night.
The next day we went gallery hopping in Chelsea. My favorite exhibit was Jenny Seville at the Gagosian, Michael Steinberg Gallery and Remy Toledo. There were some surprises at the smaller galleries with excellent paintings. But the mood was very much photography and video installations over all.
* * * The Exhibition * * *
Opted for the assasin/vixen look to ward off evil.
Wore killer assymetrical As4 dress with single spiral zipper that starts at my shoulder and goes all the way around my waste below my knees;
smokey eyes/pale lipstick…
Since there were twenty artists with their friends and families, it couldnâ€™t help but to resemble the joint (x20) bar mitzvah celebration of an overly ambitious temple. There were a lot of parents and friends of the winners so it was heavily packed with people who, perhaps, donâ€™t often attend art shows. During the curatorâ€™s lecture, one lady in the back, in a strong brooklyn accent, asked, â€œI thought this was a juried show so where are the eleven members of the jury?â€ Hilarious. It was very cool to be selected as the curator, Jordan Kantor of MOMA, chose only 20 works of 1800 submissions. The work ranged from a megaphone sliced in half with marcaroni alphabet pasta — spray painted in black across the floor, ï¿¼
to a beaded maniquinâ€™s head,
to four stacks of black construction paper two feet high with blue paint streaked on the top…and the rest photographs and paintings. Jordan gave a talk during which he singled mine out as masterfully executed and being a â€œa modern riff on a 30s styleâ€. He placed my painting next to a photograph of a rapper in the same position â€œall arms and lipsâ€ he said. Hereâ€™s the piece again below:
After three hours in those shoes, we went to the Chelsea Hotel for tapas and cocktails for an â€œAfter Partyâ€. Then we had a great sushi dinner but iâ€™ll spare you a picture of raw fish.
Now back home and into the studio~