1 March 1996 The Highest PraiseAndrew Burmeister has a good idea. He's working on a self-portraiture project that involves taking photographs of people who look whose appearance he envies. I told him that I thought it was such a good concept that I planned on plagiarizing the idea some day. 2 March 1996 The White Gloves HypothesisI believe it was Chris Rauschenberg who postulated the White Glove Hypothesis: "The quality of art work is inversely proportional to the number of white cotton gloves included in the portfolio case." At a recent portfolio review session I found a variation on this tragic observation. One photographer included her name and address on the back of the gloves. Surprisingly, one artist included white gloves with some excellent prints. Unfortunately, the smooth gloves made the prints difficult to grasp and I damaged several when a pile of them slipped from my fingers. 3 March 1996 Faux FrostThere was frost on the window of the bus. There's nothing unusual about that except that it was warm outside; the frost was from the bus's air conditioning. 4 March 1996 Invisible ChildI needed a caffeination and urination break during a long drive to Austin, so I stopped at a fast food restaurant. On the way to the toilet I saw a child wearing a bizarre mask that looked like something from a science fiction movie. I needed three glances to realize that what I thought was a leathery and plastic mask was in fact the child's grafted skin. On the way back to the car I saw the back of the child's head. There was long hair growing from the base of the skull, the unrecognizable child must have been a little girl. 5 March 1996 Between Art and Not ArtA lot of people want to stamp out bad art, but Clint is one of the few people I've met who is in a position to do so. With "This is Art," "PHOTOGRAPH," and "This is Not Art" he is certainly prepared for any eventuality. 6 March 1996 Shrimp and Six-shootersIt's a pleasure to return to a peaceful San Francisco shrimp burrito. Yesterday's gun-toting Texan decapod crustaceans are just a bad memory. 7 March 1996 Seventy-Nine Dollar MasterpiecesFor only $79 I can own one hundred pictures depicting Leonardo da Vinci's "elegant sense of movement, careful study of emotions, unwavering attention to anatomical detail and dramatic chiaroscuro." An equal amount will provide me with Raphael Botticelli's "keen instinct for drama and a mastery of expressive gesture that suggest deep mystery." 8 March 1996 No ProgressDr. Susan Block placed an ad in a San Francisco newspaper with the mysterious headline "Better TV Sex." There are many ways of interpreting those three words; none make any sense. As Man Ray said, "There is no progress in art, any more than there is in making love." 9 March 1996 American CultureSomeone built a huge stone structure atop a hill in Scotland and named it after a bar in San Francisco. It's no wonder the rest of the world fears being colonized by American culture. 10 March 1996 Square HoopSomeone cut the bottom out of a plastic milk crate to make what appears to be a square basketball hoop. Or maybe it's not for basketball at all; perhaps they play a much more geometrically challenging game of bouncing blocks through the box. 11 March 1996 Please Your DogWhen I moved to San Francisco I was amused that an aerosol artist (the term preferred by my friend Morgan) had removed the word "curb" from "Please curb your dog." Over a decade later it's still there. I can only conclude that pleasing a dog is a much stronger--or at least more popular--idea than curbing a dog. 12 March 1996 My Favorite PaintingMy favorite painting hangs in a taqueria at Mission and 24th. I love it because, unlike, say, Mona Lisa, it's unreproducible. Its thin layer of grey-brown grease gives it a patina that defies copying. El Farolito is not a restaurant; it is art. 13 March 1996 Not Noreen's TheatreNoreen has not seen a film in a theatre in the years since her first child was born. This is ironic since she lives literally across the street from the Metro. 14 March 1996 Shane's NoseNever lend your camera to a friend: they'll take a better picture than you would have. Always lend your camera to a friend: they'll take a better picture than you would have. 15 March 1996 No Unlawful SexA bitter man with a loudspeaker and a large sign spent a sunny San Francisco morning urging pedestrians not to have unlawful sex. It seemed awfully complicated; like many San Franciscans he seemed to think sex is a fairly technical endeavor. His unfortunate choice of bad typography made his message all the more confusing. I suspect the unlawful sex problem is still out of hand, so to speak. 16 March 1996 DADA MusicThe Newcastle-upon-Tyne Drinking and Drumming Association performed before an unappreciative audience with verve and beer, not necessarily in that order. We were boring boring boring, boring right through, boring boring boring, boring right through, boring boring boring, boring right through ... 17 March 1996 White CordA white electrical cord against a dark grey carpet and a light grey wall isn't necessarily boring. Tedium is relative. 18 March 1996 Nickel-Iron Meteorite, Coarse OctahedriteAppearances can be deceiving. 19 March 1996 Sick KidI only know one thing about parenting: a sick kid needs a big bucket. That's my only advice on children that a parent has ever taken, or appreciated. 20 March 1996 Invisible RayRaymond lives in a San Francisco doorway behind a barricade of shopping carts and a cardboard curtain. I've been told he's an alcoholic, who sometimes receives visits from his family. A relatively prosperous neighbor opines "If you can't live out of a shopping cart you should reconsider being homeless." 21 March 1996 Scot-Celtic Craft CentreThe Scot-Celtic Craft Centre has a stuffed Scotsman outside their store. With his glazed eyes staring out of a paralyzed stupor I'd much rather see him as the spokesperson for the Scotch Whisky Association. 22 March 1996 Artist in Residence CouchFrank McGrath is a great patron of the arts. For years, he has provided me with an artist in residence couch and asked for nothing in return. The portrait of Edgar Allen Poe gives me nightmares; what more could an artist want from a benefactor? 23 March 1996 The Balloon PeopleIt was easy repel the balloon people's first assault; I simply punctured each balloon with my pocket knife. One of the balloon people escaped after observing my rudimentary tactics. The balloon people's subsequent forays were unstoppable, for I couldn't tell when a balloon person had encapsulated someone. I couldn't shoot a friend, even if I knew it was really a balloon person. 24 March 1996 Art LightNikko Soroya presented a large exhibit of burnt-out lightbulbs connected by a maze of aluminum cabling. Each bulb was illuminated by a dim spotlight. 25 March 1996 Demon Dog from HellSarah and Ale have two lovely scruffy cats and Doug, the Demon Dog from Hell. For only ten pounds (including the lightbulb!), Doug is without question the finest poodle ever. 26 March 1996 Cherubim and SeraphimSarah and Ale commissioned an artist to paint their ceiling with a glorious tableau of angels. I liked it even more when I learned that it is conceptual as well as visual art. The models were troublesome children, who now stay away since they dislike seeing themselves depicted as plump little cherubs. 27 March 1996 Synclastic ElasticThe boys who program computer graphics draw women's breasts as perfect spheres. I believe they do this because a sphere is much easier to define mathematically than any real breast. Curiously, their laziness has led to another case of life imitating art (or at least video games). It seems that spherical breasts have become an adolescent ideal. Brassiere manufacturers are proud to advertise their prowess with elastic. 28 March 1996 Postwar PostI am bewildered by a German stamp I received. It features six elements: 29 March 1996 Equality and FraternitySanjay was an ugsome, docile idiot; he miserably survived only through his neighbors' ahimsa. He flubdub paraded through the slums in his khaddar smock embroidered with haomas, the kecking stench of myiasis barely camouflaged with greasy dollops of skatole. 30 March 1996 Ruby ArtLeslie and Marjorie have been married forty years as of today. 14,610 days isn't necessarily a work of art, although for them it certainly is. 31 March 1996 After Alice"There won't be any difference between when I'm dead and now, because I won't know it. You see the famous 'to be' is consciousness, and when you sleep you 'are' no more. That's what I mean--a state of sleeplessness, because consciousness is a formulation, a very gratuitous formulation, of something, but nothing else. And I go further by saying that words such as truth, art, veracity, or anything else are stupid in themselves. Of course, it's difficult to formulate, so I insist: every word I am telling you is stupid and wrong." last month | index | next month ©1996 David Glenn Rinehart |