{"id":703,"date":"2009-06-18T04:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-06-18T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp\/2009\/06\/the_art_of_the_stash_-_keeping\/"},"modified":"2009-06-18T04:00:00","modified_gmt":"2009-06-18T11:00:00","slug":"the_art_of_the_stash_-_keeping","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/2009\/06\/the_art_of_the_stash_-_keeping.html","title":{"rendered":"The art of the stash"},"content":{"rendered":"

Everybody’s got something to hide ‘cept for me and my monkey.<\/i>
– John Lennon

Andrew Miksys<\/a>:<\/b><\/p>\n

Miksys won his first bingo game at 11, collecting $280. In high school he delivered a newspaper his father published, Bingo
\nToday<\/i>, to veterans halls, fraternal associations, churches and sports
\nclubs in Seattle. <\/p>\n

He knows the people he photographs in bingo halls, most of whom are dead and don’t know it. The routine of the game keeps them in a pretense of motion. They
\nstare are their cards the way the empty eye sockets of skeletons stare
\ninto eternity.<\/p>\n

Below, their stash.<\/p>\n

\"andrewmiksysbingo.jpg\"<\/span>Matt Browning<\/a>: <\/b><\/p>\n

Politicians infantilize the audience by reducing its members to first
\nnames and jobs, as if everybody is a waiter in a cheap restaurant,
\nalways on duty.
\n(Joe the Plumber.) Artists do the reverse. Instead of gassing up a stereotype till it
\nrises like a parade float, they use absurdist intensity to bring it to ground where it can be examined, ridiculed, celebrated and\/or fractured into
\nthe particular.<\/p>\n

Take Matt Browning, who explained himself in his debut exhibit at Seattle’s Crawl Space<\/a> late last year: <\/p>\n

Men typically engage in bizarre competitions and intrepid
\nbehavior during their lives as a means of bolstering machismo and
\ncamaraderie. Instituting male pedagogy, identity and peer acceptance in
\nsuburban America can, for example, take the form of climbing the
\ntallest tree as a child, asserting athletic prowess in adolescence, and
\nwinning reckless drinking competitions in early adulthood. My work
\nillustrates the simultaneous presence of lunacy and beauty in these
\ntypes of testosterone-laden behaviors. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

He digs to the root of male desire and
\nfinds it wrapped in baseball, beer, pot, skate boarding and the blunt end of taking things
\napart:<\/p>\n

Leave no trace<\/i>, review here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\"mattbrowningtrace.jpg\"<\/span>Liz Magor<\/a>:<\/b><\/p>\n

When she was a child, she liked to slip into a forest near her
\nhome in search of a kid-size weasel hole. She thought if she lived
\nthere with a dog and a bag of potatoes, the silence of the natural
\nworld would replace the ruckus in her head. Her work is about the folly of aspiring to be in a hole, and the cultures that become one.<\/p>\n

Hollow<\/i><\/a><\/p>\n

\"lizmagorhollow.jpg\"<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n

Jack Daws<\/a>:<\/b><\/p>\n

Inside a series of small black boxes Daws sealed a variety of drugs, from crack cocaine and crystal meth to ecstasy, heroin and LSD.<\/p>\n

Partially, they are a tribute to Robert Morris’ box sculpture from 1961, Sculpture With the Sound of Its Own Making<\/i><\/a>, as well as Charles Ray’s Ink Box<\/i><\/a> from 1986, which wasn’t a box but a vat of black ink. Those who touched its surface expecting something smooth and hard came away with a record of their infraction on their fingers.<\/p>\n

Daws’ infraction is an inside job. Who is in possession of the drugs, and who is the pusher when no one can lay hands on the substances in question (assuming they’re really there) without destroying the art?

Felony Sculpture<\/i><\/p>\n

\"jackdawsfelony.jpg\"<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n

Laura Fritz: <\/a><\/p>\n

Fritz thinks inside the box, where she finds fragments of your inner life. When you were otherwise engaged, what was private became public and subject to experiment. Her merger of science and art involves video, mechanical contraptions, cast-polyester molds and a tendency to surround images with thick slabs of silence.<\/p>\n

Like Larry Bell<\/a>, her boxes are all about light, but unlike his spare volumes that trap light on their surfaces through a variety of coated films, her light needs the light in the larger room shut off to be seen at all.
\nIn the dark, when her fuzzy and uncertain pulses are the only illumination, they slide around you and take you in. In Section 4<\/i>, a cat’s shadow appears inside a box, lit by the milky glow of her video screen. The cat hesitates at the locked door and bows its head. <\/p>\n

Section 4<\/i><\/p>\n

\"laurafritzcat.jpg\"<\/span><\/p>\n

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