A call to arms, by Charles Esche:
In recent days there has been a harsh and one-sided critique of the museum launched by a member of the local Labor party (PvDA) in Eindhoven. He believes the museum is irrelevant locally and internationally and that it must attract almost three times the number of visitors (from 85.000-225.000) per year. We disagree both with his opinions about the museum and his analysis of the profitability of so-called ‘blockbuster’ exhibitions.
In order to stop the current museum’s policy from being destroyed and normalized to free market demands, I would ask you to join us at 16:00 on the 18th October in Eindhoven Town Hall to listen to the committee debate and make your feelings heard. If we gather enough support on this one day, I believe we still have a chance to win a debate locally that has already been lost at the national Dutch level.
Thanks a million.
NB (via Charles) –
I think it is important that this fight is about the kind of culture we believe in and want to see. The Van Abbemuseum is one part of this, but the attack in the Netherlands is much broader. If you can, please write to the local paper Eindhovens Dagblad. The address firstname.lastname@example.org.
“It’s fascinating to think that all around us there’s an invisible world we can’t even see.”
Otto Berchem’s work explores how we live and how we communicate our lives with one another. This interest in our social codes, and how we negotiate them, has lead to work that is often created in the public space or in the non-art context. Often these works draw attention to overlooked, unnoticed, and unarticulated systems and social behaviors.
For his third solo exhibition with Ellen de Bruijne Projects, Berchem will present several projects, all connected by subtle interventions used to expose what is seen and what is not seen.
These projects include Temporary Person Passing Through, a project that employed a now defunct hieroglyphic symbols used to map the city; You Am I Am You, a project commissioned by ArtAids, where Berchem produced a special collar for Thai street dogs; and Sanctuary, an ongoing project about a young kidnapping victim.
Opening: 17/10/09 17 – 19 hrs
Exhibition: 17/10/09 – 21/11/09
Gallery hours: Tue – Fri 11 – 18 hrs | Sat 13 – 18 hrs |
1st Sun of the month 14 – 17 hrs
Ellen de Bruijne Projects
The perfect primer in contemporary art.
Every month, at least every month during the ‘season’, the last Friday is reserved for openings, and trolley rides.
This past Friday was marked by the opening of Memphis College of Art MFA students Catherine Blackwell-Pena and John Gutierrez showing their work, as well as the launch of a project by Dwayne Butcher, for the 10th anniversary of the Urban Arts Commission.
Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., which was marked by a series of events, including a Recommitment March, lead by the Rev. Al Sharpton, ending at the Lorraine Motel, where King was gunned down, now the National Civil Rights Museum.
A vigil, to commemorate King and his legacy was held from the former motel balcony, where speakers, including his son Martin Luther King III, daughter Bernice King, and Jesse Jackson, spoke about King, his work, and his ongoing legacy.
Last night, over a dinner with several CODA students, Charles, John Weeden, and Hamlett Dobbins, Hamlett told us about a documentary that I definitely must see, about entertainer/actor/performance artist Andy Kaufman’s wrestling career. While I was aware of his foray into professional wrestling (I’m even old enough to remember it before seeing Man on the Moon), I did not realize that Memphis played such an important role.
Kaufman came to Memphis, and went out of his way to belittle the citizens of Bluff City, as well as the entire South. It was all part of his act as the ‘bad guy’ to the local ‘good guy’, former art student, turned professional wrestler, who also happened to secretly ‘get’ Kaufman’s act: Jerry Lawler.
This gives you a taste of Kaufman’s critique.
Hopefully I haven’t made any similar faux pas (intentional or not).
If I have, Mr. Lawler and the good citizens of Memphis, please don’t hurt me.
Last summer, while we were in Memphis, I had this idea of trying to talk Charles and Kerstin into a short trip down to Clarksdale, Mississippi, to go find the crossroad where Delta Blue’s legend Robert Johnson allegedly sold his soul to the Devil.
To be honest, considering that I’ve never been a rabid fan of the Blues, or even the Rolling Stones for that matter, I’m not really sure why I wanted to go. I suppose I can blame Ralph Macchio.
On the way to Clarksdale.