Monday, December 31, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
WILLIAM KING
William King
Self c. 1952
Glazed terra cotta
Photograph: Courtesy Alexandre Gallery, New York
ISC-International Sculpture Center
courtesy of Sculpture Magazine
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Sunday, October 28, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
.:.
THE NEW INDEPENDENT CINEMA
presents
Two Short Films
by
Writer/ Director
Aleksandar Trifunovich
Friday November 2 2007
at 7:30 PM
Complimentary Food and Beverages
Gallery 218
207 E Buffalo St
Suite 218
Milwaukee WI 53202
414 643 1732
www.gallery218.com
info@gallery218.com
presents
Two Short Films
by
Writer/ Director
Aleksandar Trifunovich
Friday November 2 2007
at 7:30 PM
Complimentary Food and Beverages
Gallery 218
207 E Buffalo St
Suite 218
Milwaukee WI 53202
414 643 1732
www.gallery218.com
info@gallery218.com
Saturday, October 20, 2007
:. JANET SCHIFF
A cellist makes all the difference--this was the resounding impression made upon the Gallery 218 artists and faithful patrons for Milwaukee's recent October Gallery Night and Day festivities.
From the artists at Gallery 218-
Thank you Janet.
Janet Schiff
www.cellojanet.com
414 305-3492
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
THE MUCH ANTICIPATED GENERAL PATRAEU$ REPORT
Jesus On Ice
Fox News reports the US military surge against Taliban insurgents in Iraq has been successful. US coalition forces have stabilized and secured anti-American interests in the region and have once again reconnected Baghdad's electricity and snow cone making capabilities. Pentagon sources confirmed that Disney's recent production, Jesus on Ice, has opened on schedule to record crowds in downtown Baghdad. New balastic metrics support the recent deployment of amored Zamboni's have made the difference in securing smooth ice for the 201st Skating Company. Additional shipments of Zamboni's are scheduled to arrive in Baghdad in early October. Talks are also under way with OPEC and the IOC for Baghdad's bid for the 2408 Winter Olympics.
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Sunday, August 26, 2007
SQUIRREL
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This past summer I saw a squirrel with a dislocated hip. Incredible. The poor thing must have been in so much pain and yet I could not tell that it felt the slightest discomfort. I will never forget that.
This past summer I saw a squirrel with a dislocated hip. Incredible. The poor thing must have been in so much pain and yet I could not tell that it felt the slightest discomfort. I will never forget that.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
8 COUNT
from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.
Charles Bukowski
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.
Charles Bukowski
Monday, July 16, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
PLATES AND WIRES
TIM CATLIN AND JON MUELLER
CROUTON NO 37
Australian guitarist Tim Catlin and American percussionist Jon Mueller's approach to their instruments is based on their shared interest in the vibration of material and the changes in sound that result in modifying those vibrations. Over a year in the making, "Plates and Wires" features a series of different situations involving guitars, gongs, snare drums, and bass drum, and their resonant effect upon one another. The recording of "Plates and Wires" was mastered by James Plotkin (Khanate/Phantomsmasher/Khlyst).
"The drones set forward by the two is almost violent in approach. Mean, up there, present, this is not the sort of drone music that lulls the listener into a state of sleep, but keeps him awake. A pretty strong release of highly captivating drone music." - Frans de Waard, Vital Weekly - Netherlands
CROUTON NO 37
Australian guitarist Tim Catlin and American percussionist Jon Mueller's approach to their instruments is based on their shared interest in the vibration of material and the changes in sound that result in modifying those vibrations. Over a year in the making, "Plates and Wires" features a series of different situations involving guitars, gongs, snare drums, and bass drum, and their resonant effect upon one another. The recording of "Plates and Wires" was mastered by James Plotkin (Khanate/Phantomsmasher/Khlyst).
"The drones set forward by the two is almost violent in approach. Mean, up there, present, this is not the sort of drone music that lulls the listener into a state of sleep, but keeps him awake. A pretty strong release of highly captivating drone music." - Frans de Waard, Vital Weekly - Netherlands
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
PASEO DE LA REFORMA
Farmers, teachers, and other activists unite in number for better wages and working conditions along Paseo de la Reforma, Mexico City. At dusk they carry torches; the smoke carries. Their voices echo. Lovely.
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Monday, May 14, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
:::::: HOW TO DRAW A BUNNY
A :
The Republican’s are bold—not like the other guys. They don’t mess around and get things done the right way. I vote for what is right.
B :
What is right is subjective. Who can define what is right?
A :
There is only one right—I listen to the big guy.
B :
Who is the big guy?
A :
God tells me what is right⎯how to vote. I can't go wrong if I listen to him—like my wife… he tells me what is right.
B :
?
.
The Republican’s are bold—not like the other guys. They don’t mess around and get things done the right way. I vote for what is right.
B :
What is right is subjective. Who can define what is right?
A :
There is only one right—I listen to the big guy.
B :
Who is the big guy?
A :
God tells me what is right⎯how to vote. I can't go wrong if I listen to him—like my wife… he tells me what is right.
B :
?
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Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
::::::: FH000011
The photograph above is a detail from a painting--an abstracted construct of hardscape.
On exhibit at Gallery 218, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
:::::::: MARTHA HAYDEN
Two Chairs
Martha Hayden
2006 Gouache
There are so many aspects of Martha Hayden’s work that I enjoy; her expression of spaces using color; a quality not so much unlike sculpture in the round. I find her jewel tones to be the most alluring.
Thank you Martha
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
DEATH OF A NATURALIST
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All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.
Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles
Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell.
There were dragon-flies, spotted butterflies,
But best of all was the warm thick slobber
Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water
In the shade of the banks. Here, every spring
I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied
Specks to range on the window-sills at home,
On the shelves at school, and wait and watch until
The fattening spots burst into nimble-
Swimming tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how
The daddy frog was called a bullfrog
And how he croaked and how the mammy frog
Laid hundreds of little eggs and this was
Frogspawn. You could tell the weather by frogs too
For they were yellow in the sun and brown
In rain.
Then one hot day when the fields were rank
With cowdung in the grass the angry frogs
Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges
To a coarse croaking that I had not heard
Before. The air was thick with a bass chorus.
Right down the dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked
On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:
The slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat
Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting.
I sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings
Were gathered there for vengeance and I knew
That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.
--Temple Cone
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.
Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles
Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell.
There were dragon-flies, spotted butterflies,
But best of all was the warm thick slobber
Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water
In the shade of the banks. Here, every spring
I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied
Specks to range on the window-sills at home,
On the shelves at school, and wait and watch until
The fattening spots burst into nimble-
Swimming tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how
The daddy frog was called a bullfrog
And how he croaked and how the mammy frog
Laid hundreds of little eggs and this was
Frogspawn. You could tell the weather by frogs too
For they were yellow in the sun and brown
In rain.
Then one hot day when the fields were rank
With cowdung in the grass the angry frogs
Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges
To a coarse croaking that I had not heard
Before. The air was thick with a bass chorus.
Right down the dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked
On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:
The slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat
Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting.
I sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings
Were gathered there for vengeance and I knew
That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.
--Temple Cone
Saturday, January 27, 2007
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