Glovinsky Gallery

2012-02-01T18:59:00.000-08:00

the words

2012-02-01T18:57:00.000-08:00

So- the words follow this time; I think an afterthought. It was something about authenticity that Jarmish was fishing for. That things become authentic when we filter them honestly through us; perhaps that is the function of an artist. Is there anyone reading this,I'd love to hear your thoughts.

the paintings

2012-02-01T18:55:00.000-08:00

Feb 2012

2012-02-01T18:42:00.000-08:00

The rate of time- unbelievable. Home sick today so finally a moment for reflection and I turn to do it here. It seems horrible that one needs to be home sick for one moment of reflection- the over living of every moment it inflation; less is more. So I got nothing done, the long list of the stuff one should do on a weekly basis lingers but I painted. --and I read this: Nothing is original

2011-12-06T19:41:00.001-08:00

I have spent almost two months working on this painting that was originally for commission for someone who had seen one similar at a friends house, but I ran with the idea, thickening the paints sculptural and adding colors all the while to whatever new shadows emerged from the density...not the style for the person who commissioned it, but i can't really stop til I feel it is done. (ironic after a period) going to have to shoot some progress shots and put em up here...

Let's have a discussion about what is
a compulsion to make expressions...

There is a book I read a while ago whose main character reminds exactly of my friend Brian Wall, who played blindfold chess at the Chess show these last two months at the gallery. I really liked the show - Brian was Brilliant the ARt was really interesting and different --just wish it had made a profit instead of a loss, but that is like the art of chess itself, so many brilliant folks devoting so many hours to an art, without any pay. I would name the book but I am afraid someone would not see it the same way and their feelings would get hurt..so Why did i Bring it up.?
in less than two weeks we will be back at the beach-- what happened?

hello again

2011-11-02T19:19:00.001-07:00

November. these months are flying by; the politics are painful; people i love are in jail and hospitals with no justice or health in sight; work is consuming me and i need to force myself to create. But when I do, it saves me.
This First Friday is the annual chess in art show. Some amazing pieces are in this show, if you are reading this come on down. Brian Wall will do a blindfold simul. and in this world in this time ART is almost a salvation. a little vacation anyway.

fall approached

2011-08-28T18:31:00.000-07:00

This is the third of a bike series I thought of while visiting friends in Durango...A Bike ART show in Durango, my goal a year or so away. I want stretch myself with the theme, this one is " just spinning my wheels" which will become some sort of symbol in the whole series. Something working for me here- the list like 13 blackbirds, 13 Bikes! yes that is it-
10 to go. 4-7 will focus on what we pass by.

Poetry is coming again in October (near the end); this one promises to be interesting. Check web-events for details soon.

And if you are reading this submit something to the chess show; there is so much potential there.

Notes on the Western Wall: coming soon.

upcoming events

2011-07-23T15:59:00.000-07:00

Ok- I'll take care of business. Coming soon at Glovinsky Gallery are some great poetry readings and the annual chess show! Artists, make something for the chess show. I am waiting for Paula to set up the submission page but she should be home by Aug 7th--Start making chess themed art. This will be an unusual show and if you are reading this, you should be in it! Aug, 6th and 20th, poetry with wonderful poets; both nights start at 7pm and will include an open mic, and a bit of wine. There will also be another great reading in October. So check back. I hope you come and support the passionate poets. I think the website will have more info soon. But put it on your calenders.

mid July

2011-07-15T18:15:00.000-07:00

Mid July used to mean, we had half of a slow summer to go; now I am already working on student schedules:(sad face)- Still there will be time to linger!

The third Friday scene on Inca, is too slow, I closed at 7 without guests. We will have to have our own celebration; look forward to an Inca Days!
One street off Santa Fe, there is art with heart. There are now three or four very interesting galleries, not the same old thing. I still don't know why it is so difficult for people to wander one block from the crowd and discover new artists.

I intended to blog about Europe and begin with this list of countries I got to see: Turkey, Israel, Greece, Italy-Vatican, and cities and islands within; Athens, Capri, Crete, Naples, Rome, Ashod, Haifa, Jerusalem, Kusadasi-I got to spend a day in each city, well four extra days in Rome. A day was not enough but each day was truly amazing. All sea towns, except for Jerusalem, but that is only a bus ride from the sea at Ashod. All have moon light on the harbor scenes; fish and fishermen. Some surprises for me; the emotion at the Wall (I started weeping with my first note and loss fell upon loss- a torrent and then catharsis (prayer)! The lushness of Kusadasi also surprised me, the cave of the two-hundred year sleeps, the three thousand year old ruins. I loved the women weaving silken rugs with scenes and patterns of detailed imagery. I loved most the green and white grottos in Capri and the small boat we rented to see them. There are water colors there that exist no where else. So many myths- ancient and new.
Where-ever I go I look for art; this trip was full of the classics, the real deal, old masters and new masters too. There is no doubt Michelangelo was the authentic genius of mankind, in every sense of the word. How many of those sorts has the world known..we can count them on one hand. All the rest are lesser artists- Davinci, Picasso, Rembrandt, I'd venture a Pollock or Rothko but it is the whole school I admire and those in the other fields like Newton. Einstein, Mozart, the contribution comparisons are well beyond my comprehension. I would have so loved to have had Michelangelo to the house for dinner! I'd make some of that homemade pasta I had at Ivo- with the garlic oil sauce and one huge shrimp. Ivo is near the monastery hotel- outside of Rome, in the Travestere area. I can't begin to process this trip; this adventure at such a tumultuous time, in the world and in my life. There is a lesson in perspective here for all I could not understand, for all that remains and in what form; the process that changes us into history.
Because someone in my family has died, because I will promise to live my life better to honor her and because "better" must be clearly defined if it is to matter. Comments?

summer 2011

2011-07-12T19:49:00.000-07:00

the volcano
the three thousand year old buildings
death of loved ones
eternity
trust
egotistical dead ends
the smell of an orange skin breaking away from the fruit
spinning wheels
Turkey
the Western Wall -- putting in eight notes
crying- that is the essence of prayer
boating through the grottos in Capri
pasta in Rome, near St. Francis of Assissi's place
the SISTiNE CHAPEL, boating in my brothers
salt pond- that profound reflection.

moon light.

going on a journey

2011-06-13T19:08:00.000-07:00

Wed. 5. a.m. I go to Rome. I never thought I'd be taking this trip for all kinds of reasons. But I am going to embrace the concept of a couple of weeks at sea and Israel, Turkey, Italy, Greece... who could resist. I dream of returning inspired and mind full, leaving pains in the wake. The pattern complexity of simultaneous events, everything happening right now all over this planet at the exact same time is just overwhelming me at the moment.
Back on that other train of thought.... (remind me to paint trains of thoughts later)-- it looks like a mode of transport series. Train wrecks..the possibilities of mining this idea seem grand.
I'll post some pics.
Lately, I've been thinking about spinning my wheels and have started a series of paintings with those words and bikes.... mostly abstract, for a special show I am planning a year or so from now in Durango. Mark your calenders.
Those images will take some time to paint--so no pics for awhile, unless of course I get distracted from this theme by another. Time time time is not on my side, or oh look what's become of me... got to pack. It is not easy being ADD, or ADOS as I heard someone say, I have attention deficit oh shiny. Right now there is thunder, rain and a sunset---outside my 10th floor Denver window. Can you see this?

restaurant reviews!

2011-06-10T07:51:00.000-07:00

So, I started at the new 4 season's bar and was very disappointed. We waited over 20 minutes for service and finally left. We sat at the outside tables (chosen because of the loud DJ music inside) and despite other customers eating outside no one came to see any of us in over 20 minutes! . 4 Season's is famous for amazing customer service all over the world- What's up Denver?
* :( don't go til they work out the kinks!- high price/ low service is a lousy combination)--

We walked away sad and hungry-- walked all the way to Bistro Vendome in Larimer Square where we were immediately seated in the charming outdoor patio. The food at the Vendome is really great, (I think better (lighter too) than Le Central) and the wine list offers some wonderful reds.(great Bordeaux's though I think the pour is slim for the price).
I give the Bistro 3 and 1/2 *'s one for atmosphere-(outdoor old brick charm in the courtyard off of Larimer is very nice on a summer night, 1/2 for service- (our waiter was attentive but took long breaks between visits- not bad when you want to talk but a little annoying when you want to leave), two (that's the max!) for food- both pretty on the plate and delicious!
If you happen to be at the 4 seasons walk a few blocks north to Larimer and try one of Vendome's famous crepes with a terrific salad.--by the way the Mud Show opens at the art museum this Saturday!

Reviews

2011-06-06T10:26:00.001-07:00

Run don't walk to Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris-- Maybe because i've always felt misplaced in time...I know I don't belong here and this movie resonated for me. I share the psychological disorder of thinking if only I lived in a different time.
The 20's in Paris would have been a great time for me in my fantasy life of hanging out- with Picasso, Stein, Hemingway, Porter, etc etc..... I loved this movie. Every time another hero showed up--- rather than disbelieve I was elated. My mantra has also been Proofrock! I don't know if Woody is capturing my whole generation or just me. Feedback Please!
My first 5 stars of the summer. Allen's still clever as hell, though I did find myself wanting a scene in NYC even more glistening than Paris, just my competitive American spirit. Two French themes in a row-- I am craving Le Central... (If I go I'll write a review).

Man with heart Man with egg

2011-03-11T18:37:00.001-08:00

2011-03-11T18:34:00.000-08:00

the reading

2011-03-07T18:06:00.000-08:00

words fell all over the walls, bounced off the floor.
lists sometime some times:
1. If Jenny had been born in Nepal she would have been a Shaman;
0. the image of the child slithering through the maze of the mandala
2. there is this need to express- i don't know its origins
3 the poets paint air- mirage-

all over the world--- that is a good idea, this word sphere rotating like a planet
radiating sentences, and a bunch of uhha, ahah, ahahas...

fiddling with the size of my new camera's image

2011-02-26T14:04:00.000-08:00

New Sculpture

2011-02-26T10:24:00.000-08:00

UPComing EVENTS

2011-02-19T08:42:00.000-08:00

YUYU is returning to Denver and he will be reading his new work at the gallery on March 6th. I loved his last reading so-- my expectations are high! I will be in a couple of art shows coming up. In May, I will have the annual birthday show, first Friday and this year there will be a surprise.
I will also be the featured artist in the April (5th) Crossroads artist series. I think that will involve poetry and art, and a live painting by Don Callarman. I am thinking this too shall be great fun. And two other events-- a little show in my favorite coffee house, Metropolis- also for the month of May. And finally a poetry/art group show at MacSpa. Details to follow, but I thought I'd write all this down before I forget.

sales

2011-02-10T18:24:00.000-08:00

I was thinking about the millions and millions jasper johns could get for a painting, such a strange thing, there seems to be that "art" value and no middle ground,painters raking in
more than basketball stars, i like the concept of that and think it interesting that popes and millionaires collect the art, and the masses collect the sports games. I guess paintings can get big, but only scale counts. Got some new sculptures coming up perhaps i'll take pics tonight, check out the wood bases, amazing grains. the language of necessity. Check out the working poets reading at the gallery Saturday the 19th around 7 pm. Who reads this? Rauchenberg said "you have to have time to feel sorry for yourself if you are going to be a good abstractionist."

and these are the photos of the evenings work and a recent piece back from the foundry

2011-02-05T18:50:00.000-08:00

back

2011-02-05T17:17:00.000-08:00

in my second blog i was reading Newman- Aesthetics is for the artist as ornithology is for the birds-
only i think i misquoted and said criticism, anyway-- i think tonight i shall attempt a thoughtless painting . pure emotion-- or rather just one square of it within some orderly type set of squares-- one square of pure emotion inside squared walls -- is that the heart? okay off to paint and i will in this blog with and upload of the result.

influence

2010-11-22T19:07:00.000-08:00

so i was thinking about artistic influence, lately a whole new group- Mitchell, Squeak, Krasner-- there were a small number of female names in the art world- but they resonate at this point in time..
and mix well into the poets sexton, silvia, dickinson, stein..olga.somehow I have taken that all in and the results are my next step in painting-- thanksgiving stew.

awed

2010-11-16T19:06:00.000-08:00

always awed by the courage demonstrated in great struggle

that's what happens

2010-11-03T19:20:00.000-07:00

school started and now, three months later a take a breath-

rat race ecar tar e car tar ec art ar

back to school

2010-08-17T17:49:00.001-07:00

When there is no time to be idle... those long hours where inspiration is born and grows into art... no time for reflection...

i want to do nothing for long periods of time
absolutely nothing

this over-booked over-lived life is depleting everything meaningful

August

2010-08-04T18:25:00.000-07:00

Summer flash floods- and then; Do you remember when getting some new clean notebook, those fresh blank pages full of promise, almost made going back to school bearable?

On my mind is that u-tube about the brain scientist with a stroke; the connectivity in the universe about most things is irrefutable though the motivation, causes, the why of it- is completely debatable. One keeps reading about energy existing after the body dies. Such a nice thought. Joy, the essence of joy is really just knowing what really is at any given moment- and then connecting those moments in something other than time. To be redundant; the connectivity in the universe is irrefutable. This is the energy that can not be decomposed. I think what I am trying to say- is - IS.
There was talk in the work place over the nature of language and thought- especially thinking in other languages creating different thought---but when the words are completely turned off in the brain- (during a stroke) etc.. there is enormous peace and that exists in every culture- ubiquitous peace within reach. ok-- I will get more practical.. I will write this short list of fascinating things I learned just today and mostly from friends!
1. To skip stones across the waters scientists researched that a twenty degree angle is best. (Brian Wall)
2.Pablo Casals-- has the best rendition of the Bach Cello suites (this after listening for weeks to YOYO's- no offense Yo Yo Ma--brilliant too but it is true Casals contains so damn much emotion.
(Chris)
3. I learned of another brain researcher who was motivated by a brother with schizophrenia- Jill Taylor and she taught me that the brain really does work in separate hemispheres- I'd been confused reading about all that communication between the hemispheres -it minimalized the differences--but she lost part in a stroke and the insights led to an understanding I am still processing-- something universal about our brain and with optimistic perceptive lenses- something that explains language and infinity. but I need to process that a bit.
4. A simple walk with a good friend can wake you up (Leslie)
ok--- that was the days take-aways-- and I am back to blogging. and here is an image of new sculpture in the works--took the wax parts to the foundry today! notice again the joy on this man's face.

hello again

2010-07-02T09:42:00.000-07:00

So, of course NYC was amazing; and I loved reading some poems at Perch in Brooklyn. Thanks Perch. So many amazing folks in NYC, for the first time I really wanted to live there. I don't know why it took so long to stir that desire. The art is everyone and the artists enter every conversation, and I feel at home. Oh well, back to be the stranger in a strange Denver land. A very productive summer so far. Two marriages-- two beautiful brides named Jenny. And lots of art- I'll post my new painting. I am completely expanding my range of colors; had avoided pink so long and am now just thinking it is beautiful. What is it about time, experiences, whatever, that changes ones tastes so completely. How do any marriages last? I was also thinking about that educational concept -readiness-; that is so profoundly powerful. preparing the foundations for "readiness" because when one is ready-- one is a sponge for what one was readied for. I am a sponge for art now.-wish I had been when I was younger, I was told by many succesful NY artists that connections are everything, as is being "young and hip" I do have the hips! Next week on to Mexico. ahhhh I can smell the relaxtion rolling onto the sand already.

nyc

2010-06-10T14:29:00.000-07:00

Looking for art in NYC. So much to choose from --any ideas.

new book

2010-04-28T20:18:00.000-07:00

Bird In Hand

new post!

2010-04-28T20:06:00.000-07:00

So, I was thinking about love tonight as I take another leap, still there is this idea that falling in love with life itself, that irrepressible force might be a better idea, and I am wondering how all this will look in paint.. one last bit of news, Bird IN Hand should be done by May 7th. Why does someone write a book? such an egotistical gesture, then again why not.

New web-site test

2010-04-09T17:22:00.000-07:00

So I am learning to blog again. Lots of poems these days- Sunday should be great if you are in the hood. Many Many poets. I will read one or two for the first public reading in years for me. Looking more forward to hearing the others.
NYC plans booked.. also doing a reading in Brooklyn- details will follow. It is June 15th,
a few days after the WEDDING.
Paula if you read this, I love the new site.

The big annual show is the first Friday in May. So far the plan is to have the new book out by then. Food and drink too. A Turkey Buzzard Press 2010 edition. The buzzards are also coming in May for another literary event! The Kettle Reading.

Well this is a test, it is only a test.

best poem i ever wrote

2010-03-19T19:17:00.000-07:00

The Long Silence

0
The fear I feel from not knowing
what is real is real.
Silent in this incipient stage
where I begin to search for a worthy answer.

Waiting for truth I paint sky
dripping down a cobalt red over indigo
shadows, pulsing flake white clouds
on dark cerulean blue hues-
let go one drip of cadmium yellow
and it falls and it falls
slowly in its steady trance
onto the horizon
the way a man falls
off a bridge and
from one world to another.

I read old papers, cut collages
from letters written after the bombing
in a Madrid train station.
While they are counting the dead
it rains for two days
a woman says it’s not raining;
Madrid is crying.

Sudan is crying
Israel is crying
Palestine is crying
Afghanistan is crying-
The ocean overflows with this salt
teared translucent water
flooding onto the earth.

1.
I go to Mexico for vacation
go to get away from life-
but there it is in Mexico
in Spanish.

In the corner of my room
behind the open door
two pigeons are mating,
one on the others’ soft back
cooing and cooing loudly,
their small storm blew in from my balcony.
I felt the breeze, heard the wonder
but it took a long time to look up from my book-
because I believed they were outside.

That is the way it was supposed to be with birds,
so soft and elegant and free
the way I was taught to see
despite small feathers on the floor.
Despite mounting evidence to the contrary,
I remain stubbornly clinging to ideas
more comfortable than true.

1.
Soon it is silent again
and I turn on the news to fill space.
The war goes on without much protest.
We grow powerless hearing numbers
numbers without faces
numbers that just don’t add up
no Fibonacci sequence
when our children die.

Pushed from one world to another.

2.
Leaning over the rail
I am balancing between the past
and future, in a moment
I will get old.
In that moment the past will pull me,
and the future will fold.

On the tenth floor I’ve become a cliff dweller
dreaming about what was,
peering into windows
framed lit squares,
cut from bits of star.

The moon still hangs like a giant pearl
on god’s neck,
over an ocean
glittering with sea-light.
Knowing all that’s vulnerable
can die,
but no storm puts out a light,
energy just moves
from one world to another.

3.
From my perch I
search the shapes floating,
unreadable, signs undulating over dark waves-
I think of diving head first like a fisher-bird
filling my belly with all those tiny lights
but I decide to take my time.

I am watching life from a balcony above Banderas Bay
baring witness,
but witness is not enough when casualties are being counted.
We are still building new Museums -
never again, and
never again and
again and again.

5.
I’ve become a collector of little auguries
pennies found heads-up.
I adjust my vision – to futures of children
not being anything like I’d ever imagined.
I am just now learning to appreciate
small victories, though they stopped
feeling sorry long ago
because being mentally ill is nothing to be ashamed of
being mentally ill is nothing to be ashamed of
being mentally ill is nothing to be ashamed of.
Life is harder, takes more courage some days.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
Still there is a grieving for what once was.

The titanium milk spills
from cracked clouds into 14 billion eyes.
But No one can really see.
As this stream
covers our cries-we listen
because the answer is coming-
I can feel it falling
from one world to another.

not it

2010-03-19T19:15:00.000-07:00

Cfso layojg toqnt the blueds

Laying down the blues

Cobalt, cerulean, Mediterranean blue

Laying down the blues…

Blogging..events

2010-03-15T18:24:00.000-07:00

Monday April 5th is the closing show for the Buell Theater exhibit. Check it out. I am going to the closing as I missed the opening. The show was extended by demand??

Today I heard something about taking a chance in life, you have to if you want to get some where.
Ann Weiss was referring to finding her pictures in Auschwitz those photos of the lives rather than deaths of the victims. Anyway I've been thinking a lot about risk lately, the risk one takes in art to make something meaningful, if only to the artist, without such risk the world would be the dullest place; all great artists took risks; many remain completely unknown after long- lives of making art- - digging into themselves and pouring it out. Ok there is risk for risks sake and there is courage and trust that world will safely place you back on earth. I read some family notes; I guess my grandfather's side of the family lost six in Auschwitz. So much perspective in such a short time.
Don't forget to make each day memorable in some small way.
going to paint some blues..

Dreaming Across Borders

2010-03-06T16:42:00.000-08:00

This painting about crossing borders is currently at the Buell Theater- take a look.

2d blog

2010-02-26T17:22:00.000-08:00

I was thinking about intuition and spontaneous expression and the type of abstract expressionistic stuff that really visualizes emotion, and that very deliberate line, drawn to represent something, as I love a symbol, putting them together maybe that is how I write as well. The poetry of painting; I want to ramble. words dripping cobalt cobalt alt.

I guess it was Newman who said, criticism is to the artist as ornithology is to the birds.

first blog

2009-11-22T08:02:00.000-08:00

Welcome to the Glovinsky Gallery Blog-

Congratulations on finding me. Check back often for insights and events!! Hey I think I figured it out. Paula can you believe this?
Updates. The February poetry/music event was wonderful. I was inspired thanks to YUYU, Hildagaard and Jason and Rocky. YUYU has made a wonderful lifestyle traveling the world and sharing his gifts. I don't know how he came to the gallery but I am so glad he did.

In April (I think the 11th) there will be more poets. I think I will read a poem or two myself then. This is a Puddinghouse press event at Glovinsky Gallery. More about that later. A few new thoughts as lately I have been facing a lot of mortality issues. I am trying to forgive that which is just a mere insult to the ego, and fall in love with life. That will be a new painting. Hope to see folks at the gallery on first Friday. There will be chess.