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  • The Full Gamut

    STYLE
    Joynoelle

    1007joynoelle.jpgIf you enjoy local fashion, then surely you’ll be interested to know that local designer Joy Teiken (a.k.a. Joynoelle, see her creation at right) celebrates the opening of her Minneapolis-based boutique and atelier this eve. How very throwback of her, no? The reception lasts from five to eight p.m. The digs? You’ll find ’em at 42nd and Grand Ave. S. If you can’t make the party, don’t despair: From hereon out, the store will keep hours on Thursdays from two to eight p.m. and Saturdays from ten a.m. to four p.m. –Christy DeSmith

    ART & MUSIC
    Another Gallery Grooves Evening

    1007kramer.jpgDanish Teak Classics: A place where your visions of a stylish, modern living area can come into focus. The Rake’s promotions depot hosts another of its fabulous Gallery Grooves events there this eve. There, you can marinade your decorating ideas in a showroom full of vintage-modern chairs, desks, tables, and lighting fixtures — as well as Peter Kramer’s new series of prints, Birdwatching and The Samurai’s Houseboat, featuring drawings done in church, at concerts, and while driving. The event comes replete with fine wine, food, visual art, and jazz to boot. No vin rouge on the orange-wool lounge chair, please. –Christy DeSmith

    7 p.m., Danish Teak Classics, Northrup King Building, 1500 Jackson St. N.E., Suite 277, Minneapolis; 612-362-7870; free.

    MUSIC
    Two Legends Take the Stage

    0710legends.jpgDave Mason and John Mayall have a lot in common: both are ridiculously talented guitarists. Both are native Brits. Both have played with (and, unfortunately, been overshadowed by) some of blues and rock music’s greats — Mayall with Eric Clapton and John Lee Hooker, Mason with Fleetwood Mac and Jimi Hendrix (to name just a few). Both are prolific — each with over 50 CDs to his name. And tonight they are playing what is definitely the hottest show in town. –Danielle Kurtzleben

    9 p.m. (doors at 8 p.m.), Cabooze, 917 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; $25… way worth it to see two legends take the stage.

    Golden Goldberg Variations

    0710Dinnerstein.jpgLore dictates that Bach wrote his Goldberg Variations to ease the sleepless nights of a Russian count wasting away his nights without the comfort of a Tivo backlog. Perhaps this is why the 30-variation, nine-cannon work is so well suited for a performance of excerpts — proof of an innate human desire for highlight reels, particularly when only the sublime is adequate compensation for dreams. Wonderkind Glenn Gould’s name dominated recordings of the Goldberg Variations for more than 50 years. Earlier this year, Simone Dinnerstein made her name and signed her first recording contract by challenging those monolithic recordings. Dinnerstein will bring her guts and technical prowess to the Landmark Center Cortile this afternoon. Bring your lunch, and The Schubert Club will provide the coffee. –Danielle Cabot

    12 p.m., Landmark Center Cortile, 75 West 5th St., St. Paul; 651-292-3233; free.

    THEATER & PERFORMANCE
    The Clean House

    0710CleanHouse.jpgThis is the first time a Sarah Ruhl play has been produced in the Twin Cities since the thirty-something hotshot’s Eurydice became the hit of Off-Broadway this summer. The Clean House is an earlier product of Ruhl’s fantastical imagination, and one with an important distinction from Eurydice: Even though it was a Pulitzer finalist in 2005, it drew divided criticism. The New York Times raved raved, but The New Yorker’s theater critic smelled a stereotype in the play’s heroine, Matilde, a depressive Brazilian maid who loves wisecracking but doesn’t particularly relish housework. What follows, no matter what your thoughts on the Latina character, is a robust satire on labor relations: Matilde’s employer, a successful American doctor named Lane, goes so far as to feed her servant antidepressants. But Matilde despairs whenever distracted from her quest to form the perfect joke. –Christy DeSmith

    7:30 p.m., Mixed Blood Theater, 1501 S. Fourth St., Minneapolis; 612-338-6131; $10 tonight ($28).

    BOOKS
    Cheating at Canasta: Stories

    0710trevor.jpgCheating at Canasta is a marvelous, enviable title, and William Trevor is an astonishing, and astonishingly reliable, writer. Along with Alice Munro, he is also one of the living masters of the short story. That sort of thing usually sounds like so much hogwash, but in this instance it’s nothing but the plain truth. Even as he approaches eighty, Trevor continues to produce carefully crafted marvels that often whipsaw between deviance and devotion, or dereliction and disappointment, from one story to the next. His best tales are compact and powerful moral symphonies, and are so full of startling and often catastrophic disruptions and moments of exhausted grace that they seem as utterly believable as life. –Brad Zellar

    Available today at bookstores near you.

  • A cigar, a long tunnel, and King Triton's castle. . . .

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    Now this. My good friend and loyal reader, Schneider, sent the photo above in response to my October 11 Jug O’ Wine entry about unexpected bottle shapes.

    Hmmmmmmm.

    Now, maybe I’ve just taken too many film theory classes (Am I, by the way, the only person in America who believes Die Hard was a romance between Bruce Willis and Reginald VelJohnson that climaxed — so to speak — when their hands met in front of a towering skyscraper that rose to pierce the clouds?), but it seems to me the Voga Italia bottle may have been designed to be. . . .um. . . .multi-purpose.

    I haven’t tried the Pinot Grigio. To tell the truth, I don’t want to — I prefer a more traditional, less organic shape in my wine containers. But you can read Schneider’s far less Freudian analysis here.

  • Count Down From 100 With The Movies

    The Guardian Unlimited film blogs are hailing this as the greatest YouTube clip of all time. I don’t know about that, but it is fecking cool: counting down from 100 using classic movie clips. How many can you name?

  • Art Market: Green by All Means

    How many ways do artists have of being green? Lots of ways, from viridian paint to recycled materials to evoking in us a love for the natural world. Here are just a few of the green arts growing on mnartists.org; head to the website for many more.

    Terry Genesen-Becker, Dream, Couch, Interior; Watercolor; 23" x 33".

     

     

     

    Nancy MacKenzie, Caliente; recycled plastic vegetable bags, baling twine, and netting; $1,200. MacKenzie’s work is on view in Nothing New: Fiber Art from Recycled Materials, through August 4 at the Textile Center, 3000 University Ave. S.E., Minneapolis.

     

     

     

     

    Franconia Sculpture Park and Art Center
    The connection between the arts and sustainable technology is part of the new Franconia Arts Center in Chisago County. Celebrate its new home and the 2007 sculpture installations with a day of music, dance, puppetry, and great food. Saturday, September 16; 651-257-6668.

     

     

     

    Jeff Burger, Birch Soprano Ukulele Birch; maple neck; bindings are curly koa with roped purfling; fretboard, Madagascar rosewood; purpleheart pegheads; $800.

     

     

     

    Peter Bernardy, Hot Peppers, Variation #1; photographs of various sizes; $30-$90.

     

     

     

    Jennifer Davis, Cover; acrylic/graphite; 12" x 14.5"; 2007; $500.

     

     

    Ross Stangler, Green Beetle Table; Baltic birch, aluminum, screenprint; 18" x 14" x 18"; 2005; $300.

     

  • Art Market: Buying Futures

    Graduates from the Minneapolis College of Art and Design
    have been changing the world you see since 1886. Names from its lengthy roster
    of notable alums include Wanda Gag, the brilliant children’s book illustrator
    who graduated in 1917, when the institution was known as the Minneapolis School
    of Fine Arts; the New York School painter George Morrison (class of 1943); Rob
    Roy Kelly (1952), who designed the Guthrie logo; Rob Fischer (1993), currently
    showing at prestigious New York venues like PS 1 and the Whitney
    Museum of American Art; and Ben Conrad and Alexei Tylevich (1994 and 1996,
    respectively), whose studio, Logan, designs ads for the iPod Shuffle. And, of
    course, the school is currently incubating talent you haven’t heard of-yet.

    But you can buy work from tomorrow’s stars at the MCAD
    Annual Art Sale. With many pieces under $100 and nothing more than a thousand,
    the price is certainly right. And if you trust your good eye, you might acquire
    something whose maker is on a fast track to fame. November 30 and December 1 at
    MCAD, 2501 Stevens Avenue South, Minneapolis; (612) 874-3700. For more images and info, see here.

  • After Watching Carlos Saura’s Film of Lorca’s “Blood Wedding”

     

    Your wife had left you post-diagnosis

    yet here you were this night stumbling on fire

    with dance and blood,

    a retired high school Spanish teacher,

    now learning the new syntax

    of multiple sclerosis.

    It burned from your hands and feet,

    the castanets, the dark mole

    on the flamenco dancer’s cheek,

    All the broken stomping, clapping,

    duende of dark.

     

    We stumbled into the lighted lobby

    where you grabbed my friend and me,

    said we must all go now,

    tonight, for roja, for wine,

    for the dance and the darkness.

     

    But we sad women demurred

    to the rain in our hearts,

    afraid of the blood call.

    We scurried like mice into hoods, coats,

    another night we promised.

    But it would not come again.

    I knew then that I had

    been called, chosen,

    and all these years have remembered only

    what it was like not to go.

     

    Note from the poet: I hope wherever Lew is, he will remember
    that night and accept my regretful apology. Lorca writes: “duende is a power
    and not a behavior, it is a struggle and not a concept.” These are the moments
    we live for.

     

    For more poetry, see mnartists’ “What Light.”

     

  • Zoom In: Richard C. Johnson

    Richard Johnson’s photos of weathered storefronts,
    thrift-store castoffs, and tattered religious iconography in northern Minnesota
    serve as an astute chronicle of the erosion of small Midwestern towns. He grew up in Cloquet, which he
    describes as “an OK place,” one with “a slightly higher-than-average number of
    churches as well as per-capita consumption of distilled spirits, and the distinction
    of lending its name to a big forest fire.” After developing a severe allergy to
    chemicals used in processing film, for years Johnson turned to collage instead.
    (Happily, digital photography eventually allowed him a chemical-free way to
    return to the craft.) “I was an inveterate collector of ephemera anyway,” he
    explains. “I haunted flea markets and rummage sales for old books, magazines,
    marbled papers, objets de junk, and assorted crap.”

    Not one to merely dabble, he dove into the medium, producing
    a large collection of gorgeous, offbeat assemblages. “I used so bloody much
    rubber cement that I began experiencing peripheral nerve damage. I kid you not,
    the tips of my fingers developed a constant tingle. God only knows what it did
    to my brain.”

    The stuff certainly didn’t detract from Johnson’s eye for
    imagery. His work, whether in collage or photography, packs a visceral punch,
    one that reflects the artist’s wry humor and keen insight.

    Originally appeared in issue 20.1 of access+ENGAGE.

  • Window on the World

    Brave New Worlds, up through February 17 at the Walker Art
    Center, considers "the present state of political consciousness, expressed
    through the questions of how to live, experience, and dream." The seventy works
    by twenty-four artists from seventeen countries were organized by Walker
    curators Doryun Chong and Yasmil Raymond; 10,000 arts spoke to Chong about the
    exhibition:

    How did the idea for this show come about?

    Almost all of us in the field are feeling a certain kind of
    urgency. Exhibitions dealing with the topic of wars, the topic of America, are
    turning up in Europe. We wanted to blow it up into something more encompassing
    … this work seems different in how it strives to be responsible to the world.

    With such a broad topic, relatively speaking, how did you
    narrow the field to just two dozen artists?

    We didn’t "discover" these artists. We’re looking at a range
    of practices to see what’s out there. We went to places like Poland or Romania,
    where there isn’t really an arts infrastructure, but many of the artists were
    very savvy anyway. The most interesting ideas are from these kinds of places,
    because you have to know the "First World" but also deal with your own world.

    For instance, Artur Zmijewski, a Polish artist, followed
    three working-class women around for twenty-four hours to show a portrait of
    life, of labor in Warsaw at this moment. Cao Fei, a Chinese artist, did a
    project with workers in a German-owned lightbulb factory in southern China,
    about their dreams and aspirations. They go from this assembly-line documentary
    to full-blown fantasy sequences with music and costumes.

    What was important to us was that all these artists are
    anchored in specific locations and specific locales.

    There’s also a lot of sculpture in the show that has specific
    concrete relations to place, is made of substances specific to place. So the
    show is a map of current art practices but not a totalizing map; it shows
    important threads of what artists in the world are doing.

  • In Review: Face of the World

    Michael Fallon on Anastylosis: Drawings by Mary Griep, at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts

    Mary Griep’s work begins with wishfulness. The title of this
    exhibition, "Anastylosis," is a reconstruction technique in which a ruined
    archeological monument is restored after careful study, using original
    architectural elements whenever possible as well as supposition and guesswork
    when necessary. No matter how rigorous the study, errors in reconstruction are
    inevitable and original components will be damaged.

    But I like the idea of anastylosis-the glorious and
    beautiful hubris of the attempt to reimagine and recreate-because it’s
    the only way we can even begin to realize unknowable mysteries.

    In Griep’s work, this wishfulness reveals itself in the
    impossible and highly obsessive-compulsive charting-brick by brick,
    cornice by cornice, mosaic tile by mosaic tile-of one version of the
    ruined sacred spaces, temples, cathedrals, and other monuments of the past. The
    finished works, inevitably flawed, proudly wrong, full of absolute humanness,
    are beautiful for the imperfection inherent in their execution. They are charts
    of futility, mapping through guesswork and supposition an entire world of
    possibility that simply cannot be known but we can’t help wonder about.

    These drawings are like the maps made in the late 1400s,
    after Columbus returned to Europe and rocked the collective understanding of
    the global layout. In some maps, for example, Florida is in a strange place in
    relation to Honduras-right at its shores, actually-and up until
    about 1540 mapmakers imagined a place they called Arabia Felix. Griep’s images
    are like Arabia Felix. There is something immensely poignant about such human
    mistakes.

     

     

    bobrauschenbergamerica, a production by SITI Company

    Jaime Kleiman
    interviews Philip Bither, the William and Nadine McGuire Senior Curator
    of Performing Arts at Walker Art Center

    Do you see any fundamental differences in theater that is
    made in North America versus theater that’s being made in Europe? Are there
    similar themes, practices, or ideas threading through new work right now?

    Regarding differences, it’s very difficult to generalize,
    and this is a subject worthy of long essay or even a book. But here are a few
    thoughts: In Europe there is greater tolerance for conceptual (both in content
    and form) approaches and artists/producers feel less need to make performances
    "entertaining." While this is mostly good-artists have a tremendous
    freedom to experiment, even on the largest scale-at times it results in
    work that feels insular or academic.

    In the U.S. in recent years, ensemble and collective
    theater-making seems to be more dominant than in Europe, particularly in
    experimental and contemporary forms. Some of the ensembles that have emerged in
    the past decade in the U.S. represent a significant and exciting development.
    Our annual Out There Festival in January has, in particular, become a home for
    the rising contemporary ensemble theater movement in the States. Groups like
    Elevator Repair Service, Big Art Group, SITI Company, Riot Group, Richard
    Maxwell’s New York City Players, Universes, Big Dance Theater, and many others
    offer tremendous promise for the future of theater. They are willing to shake
    things up in a way that most of the traditional theater company structures in
    America don’t allow.

    A much more recent trend I’m noticing in the generation of
    theater/performance makers even younger than those mentioned above is what I
    might refer to "the new sincerity," a rejection of an ironic, distanced, more
    post-modern stance that has tended to define the work of their predecessors. We
    will see several examples of this direction in several of the companies
    appearing in this year’s Out There Festival.

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    Warren MacKenzie at work

    Mason Riddle interviews Warren MacKenzie in conjunction with his retrospective,
    Warren MacKenzie: Legacy of an American Potter, at Rochester Art Center

    Could you speak to the influences on your work?

    The first influence was when Alix and I apprenticed at
    Bernard Leach’s pottery in St. Ives, England. Because we stayed in his house,
    we were around his collection of pots. We saw pots from China and Japan. It is
    also where we met Shoji Hamada, the master Japanese potter who worked in the
    mingei tradition. Through Leach and his book, The Potter’s Book, pottery became
    more available. Hamada, who was influenced by Korean folk pottery, took a
    tradition and gave it new life. I gravitated to his philosophy and how he threw
    pots. It was a philosophy of "Don’t look at my work, but look at the influences
    of my work. These influences are stronger [than my pots] as they represent a
    culture." Koreans didn’t have a word for "good" or "bad," just mu, "it is."
    Hamada’s work had tremendous breadth-it was an attitude-carried out
    as well as possible.

    I like the historic pots of China and Japan and Korea, where
    the culture was more elemental when these pots were beginning to be made. Much
    of contemporary Japanese pottery has become all too clever but fantastic in
    terms of technical skill. The potters have gained incredible skills, but they
    have lost an emotional reason to express. But this is only my personal opinion.

     

    Untitled, by Jim Denomie

    Ann Klefstad reviews the work of Jim Denomie and Andrea Carlson in New Skins, at the
    Minneapolis Institute of Arts

    New Skins is big, in all ways. It’s an ambitious show that’s
    highly successful. Jim Denomie and Andrea Carlson both use their positions
    inside and outside the standard art world to brilliant effect. The artists’
    work is very different, but the pairing works. Carlson and Denomie are both of
    Anishinaabe ancestry, but more than that, they are fine artists with academic
    training and fully developed personal styles. They use their media in
    sophisticated ways, working out of both Euro-American and Native cultural
    traditions.

    What was most instructive about this show to me was how rich
    the traditions of art are if they are approached not only from the inside, but
    with the perspective of someone who can both take a tradition and leave
    it-someone who can see it from inside and outside simultaneously. This
    eliminates stale strategies of quotation and irony, and opens up new potentials
    in the practice of painting. Both Carlson and Denomie are possessed of more
    than one tradition, and that seems to be a rich and liberating condition.

    False Flag, by Andrea Carlson