Recovering from a lingering fever, now that the heat is down enough to allow me to sleep, I thought I would do part II/2 of the Moss Street Art Fair from 2012. A month ago, that was the day that it was announced as the ‘hottest summer for 30 years.’ Since then, it has been unrelenting, often 27 C at 10 pm (mid 80’s), and last week going into the 30’s every day, so the apartment is only now cooling off.
So back before Olympics stole the viewing time and heat the ability to go outdoors, the moss street market was my big outing in INDY. One of the things I enjoyed about the Moss Street Art Fair was the diversity of the mediums, which included a full installation of a canvas tent and wooden box and three legged stool with a sign reading ‘The Mend is Nigh’. Here is an artist who paints birds and goldfish with Sakura blossoms but on wood instead of canvas.
My favorite piece was by Horst G Loewel, which I called ‘The Cabinet of Unearthly Delights’, and reminds me of the Atlas of Borges, a visualization of the imagination (If you want an interesting book, the Argentine writer Borges, who became blind in old age, wrote an ‘Atlas of the World’ filled with his travels with a companion who wrote his dictation – of a piazza and fountain in Rome, or sitting by the water in Venice – HIS Atlas of the World, as experienced by a blind writer).
This artist painted with airbrush. She was present, and demonstrating different airbrush techniques by using a model and airbrushing them as a demonstration art exhibit. You can see her working on his feet. Diversity, yes?
Here is a very Canadian picture, the ice of Labrador, or the ice bergs that float in summer into the coves of St. John’s.
I talked to an artist Tad Suzuki who was from Tokyo, Japan but now he lived and traveled North America, painting only urban landscapes. For those of us who grew up in the urban environment, whether the small town, or New York, he paints it, often without people, those late evening lull or rush hour traffic experiences. This painting looked like it was painted in Port Angeles, but is actually from California. I guess the wash and dry Laundromat along with parked cars, left over snow and some empty stores with awnings is a Canada/USA experience, which isn’t fixed in location. After so many hours in my life at laundromats watching laundry going round the dryer, then folding one of the best parts of the UK was dropping off the laundry and having them charge 80 pence a bag to do it, then picking it up on the way home.
For me, art is like poetry, it is something that I like to experience in diversity, even if I don’t like it all. Art and poetry are needed, not in the way food might be, but in order to have a life beyond survival, giving existence that added depth.
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