Handsomely composed, deeply moving,
timeless or inextricably of their time and place; Gordon Baer’s
photographs, now on view at the Kennedy Heights Arts Center in a
career-spanning exhibition, are all of the above.
Conversation between Pam Korte, maker of pots; her husband, Richard
Hague, maker of poems; Terri Kern, sculptor; and her husband, David
Umbenhour, printmaker, brought forth the question: Why not a show of
work by couples, focusing on interaction of ideas and mutual reliance
and support?
The vagina: About half of Americans have one and a good deal more Americans than that actually came out of one...This sex organ is the center of medical,
legislative, domestic and sexual conflict, and yet we can’t look at it
or talk about it objectively.
For The Art of Food, Kravetz is the “marshmallow, glue and
sugar-coated sweetness” at the center of “Let Them Eat Cake (on the
Cakewalk),” a fashion show of 11 delectable looks from 15 artists
working with several layers of DAAP students, beauty experts, bakers and
others.
The teen and twentysomething artists of After the Fall, Women Representing Women are just beginning to explore what being a woman means. I’m twice their average age, but I can relate. I
am still sorting out questions of feminine beauty and identity.
The camera is a curious instrument. Its
purposes run from mundane to exotic and include a sweeping range
between, but the odd thing is that the operator of the instrument is
reflected whatever the purpose may be.
Domino 02: Aqua, an exhibition at
Covington’s Artisans Enterprise Center (AEC), features an “international
collaboration” by 12 artists, each one creating a painting on half of
two canvases, which are then distributed to another artist to finish the
other side.
I loathe clockwatching — or so I thought, until I saw three hours worth of Christian Marclay’s amazing The Clock,
a 24-hour art installation/video collage at Columbus’ Wexner Center for
the Arts, on the Ohio State University campus through April 7.
Memphis, the 2010 Tony Award winner for best musical, is loosely based
on the story of a white disc jockey who crossed the color line and
played black music on the radio in the racially divided Tennessee city, and it’s a story worth witnessing.
My grandmother would say to me, in
German, “Paper is patient,” explaining that one could write anything he
or she wanted on paper, whether true or false. Though I’d always associated the quote with the written word, I was reminded of it while considering Pulp Art, a
show by 11 paper artists at the Carnegie Visual and Performing Arts
Center.