Sunday, January 22, 2012

Some People Say It's The Tiny Details That Count

As a two year old runs to the door in greeting, her father, Sapp, walks out of his workshop with a big smile. His trademark mohawk is relaxed and his demeanor soft; visually unmistakable punk. His family background is in vintage film posters and memorabilia, but he has a huge affinity for toys-- especially those of the Zombie nature. His love for World War II history and tiny soldiers has given him his niche in the art world. And, contrary to rumors of a quiet and shy nature, he has a lot to say-- whether it is about politics "I miss my country" or about the loss of his brother. He's the sweet sensitive kind.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

An Intense Jazz Abstraction

In all seriousness, what does a touring jazz drummer do with his laundry? He lives in New York, what else does he do with it; he sends it down the street for just a pinch more than the quarters most people use to do laundry. Nice!  Hoenig, the only child between his two musician parents, is just as comfortable spending hours practicing as he is hanging out with video games, sports, movies, and even boardgames like Stratego with his family and friends. His favorite thing to play on his kit is, "that which I have never played before. Anything that conjures up emotion." 

Monday, January 09, 2012

Vague Shapes of Gerald Slota's Person

Perhaps the personality of photographer Gerald Slota is as obscure as most of his work: defined by games of hide and seek. Or maybe its the other way around, he seeks then hides. Behind his blue eyes a web of stories stay buried and occasionally, in the cracks of his smile, they start to slowly unfold: his love for the film Harold and Maude. His approach to giving his company just enough of himself then leaving them to their own interpretations is just how far he's willing to go. The approach works. Home.Sweet.Home, a show by Slota and Neil LaBute, has a strong enigmatic effect.