When I first read Ray Mark Rinaldi’s review of “The Transit of Venus” exhibition at RedLine, I was astonished at the biased perspective of this major voice for art in Denver. He labeled the show “the girliest art exhibit . . . ever seen in Colorado.” But, to be fair, his first sentence, “At the risk of offending women — all women, in general; thinking women, in particular . . .” More …
First, there was Duchamp’s “Fountain,” and since then piss, dung, feces, even menstrual blood have been handy tools of art. Andy Warhol made piss paintings and Andres Serrano pissed off the Catholic Church with his recently damaged “Piss Christ.” Unfortunately, it appears that Carmen Tisch’s recent drunken escapade at the Clyfford Still Museum was nothing more than the behavior of a woman with an alcohol problem and not, in fact, performance More …
Devon Dikeou began her art career in the basement of Tibor de Nagy Gallery. She was sent down, as John Post Lee’s intern, to organize old issues of Artforum magazine. Flipping through one, she was struck by a six-page spread of the work of Lucas Samaras. The first spread featured a full-color painting of a skeleton with the word “Artist,” the second a black -and- white image of the skull More …