<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069</id><updated>2009-11-10T00:15:27.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Kitsch(en)</title><subtitle type='html'>The virtual sketchbook of conceptually-oriented pop artist, Joe Kitsch, spilling into the e-universe for all to stumble upon.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-2599345323074074940</id><published>2009-10-07T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:00:03.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>One Way Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a mixed media painting based on Walter Benjamin's essay "One Way Street."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHB8ismsDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/AunpGAnXefI/s1600-h/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHB8ismsDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/AunpGAnXefI/s400/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359778277397803058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One Way Street," mixed media, 64x66 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-2599345323074074940?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/2599345323074074940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-way-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2599345323074074940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2599345323074074940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-way-street.html' title='One Way Street'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHB8ismsDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/AunpGAnXefI/s72-c/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-5807819478536857100</id><published>2009-10-06T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:00:02.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketchbook'/><title type='text'>M-set Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you may or may not know, I have a solo show at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brookline&lt;/span&gt; Art Center in August. I'm using fractal geometry and the perception of patterns and how they fit into the "larger picture." When working with fractal geometry, the most obvious visual imagery to use is the Mandelbrot Set. Most of you may know the Mandelbrot Set, or M-set, from those funky, tripped out posters of wildly colored patterns often found in college dorms. The focal point of the M-set is quite recognizable and has been described in many ways, such as... a tortoise that's been crossed with a swordfish in seaweed with its babies in tow. (Go check it out, you'll see it immediately.) Every time I see it, landscapes emerge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;silhouettes&lt;/span&gt; of Buddhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsfCMCmBnKI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jbj5RshE4Ew/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsfCMCmBnKI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jbj5RshE4Ew/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388488991282666658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I made a sketch of what it would look like if it were not a shadowy figure. So freakin' cute. I like how he's so fat he has trouble getting his legs into the full lotus position. Unfortunately, I feel this view takes away too much from the M-set form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsfCMWdzixI/AAAAAAAAA7g/vwIDl1i2pBg/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsfCMWdzixI/AAAAAAAAA7g/vwIDl1i2pBg/s400/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388488996616899346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I tried it from the back side. I like this better because it keeps the silhouette mostly true to form. (...and you can see his butt crack. Ha!) Mind you, these are only sketches and better versions of these will turn up as works of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-5807819478536857100?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/5807819478536857100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/m-set-buddha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/5807819478536857100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/5807819478536857100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/m-set-buddha.html' title='M-set Buddha'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsfCMCmBnKI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jbj5RshE4Ew/s72-c/IMG_0457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-2256536484715368803</id><published>2009-10-05T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:00:03.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHEQSB5K6I/AAAAAAAAA54/gypejTzWUeY/s1600-h/study-for-White-Noise-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHEQSB5K6I/AAAAAAAAA54/gypejTzWUeY/s400/study-for-White-Noise-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359780815544331170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One Dog's Shit's Another's Delight," mixed media on paper, 11x14 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pop quiz! Which statement is FALSE about this drawing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a.) This mixed media drawing is about people's tastes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;b.) The brown stuff is poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;c.) Jokes are in a non-hierarchical relationship to feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d.) Like Plato's cave, it's all shadow play anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you picked "b" then you are correct. You get a gold star for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-2256536484715368803?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/2256536484715368803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/humor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2256536484715368803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2256536484715368803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/humor.html' title='Humor'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHEQSB5K6I/AAAAAAAAA54/gypejTzWUeY/s72-c/study-for-White-Noise-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-2675649993336334895</id><published>2009-10-04T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:00:00.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Lo-Fi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHEB8JqI_I/AAAAAAAAA5w/hCiCB1Iub8c/s1600-h/study-for-White-Noise-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHEB8JqI_I/AAAAAAAAA5w/hCiCB1Iub8c/s400/study-for-White-Noise-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359780569153151986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Lo-Fi," pencil on paper, 11x14 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHEBr1l7GI/AAAAAAAAA5o/3jru51AFWv4/s1600-h/study-for-White-Noise-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHEBr1l7GI/AAAAAAAAA5o/3jru51AFWv4/s400/study-for-White-Noise-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359780564774022242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Lo-Fi," pencil on paper, 14x11 inches, 2000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are continuous-line drawings. I made these by whittling down a pencil to its lead and made each drawing without lifting the lead from the paper until the drawing was complete. Very lo-fi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-2675649993336334895?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/2675649993336334895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/lo-fi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2675649993336334895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2675649993336334895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/lo-fi.html' title='Lo-Fi'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHEB8JqI_I/AAAAAAAAA5w/hCiCB1Iub8c/s72-c/study-for-White-Noise-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-9081924870933181000</id><published>2009-10-03T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:00:02.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>My First Monochromatic Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHCL_-a5_I/AAAAAAAAA44/eY502HGFWXg/s1600-h/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHCL_-a5_I/AAAAAAAAA44/eY502HGFWXg/s400/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359778542955194354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The Ghost of Hamlet's Father Cries for Revenge," acrylic on linen, 14x24 inches, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my first, true monochromatic painting. A precursor to the White Rabbits, this piece contains the phrase "SEE ME" having the areas around the text built up with layers of titanium white paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-9081924870933181000?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/9081924870933181000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-monochromatic-painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/9081924870933181000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/9081924870933181000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-monochromatic-painting.html' title='My First Monochromatic Painting'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmHCL_-a5_I/AAAAAAAAA44/eY502HGFWXg/s72-c/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-8668263239072749648</id><published>2009-10-02T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:29:00.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketchbook'/><title type='text'>Open Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsTLjOGL1VI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Q8cxhb6geL4/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsTLjOGL1VI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Q8cxhb6geL4/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387654860181853522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this watercolor when I did the paintings for Lauren Zettler's "Call Me Out" EP but never showed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-8668263239072749648?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/8668263239072749648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/open-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/8668263239072749648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/8668263239072749648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/open-thoughts.html' title='Open Thoughts'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsTLjOGL1VI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Q8cxhb6geL4/s72-c/IMG_0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-8476194117161032823</id><published>2009-10-01T10:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:19:42.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketchbook'/><title type='text'>Ad Infintium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsTIFjVf-9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/D7_rqHGBKZo/s1600-h/IMG_0375.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsTIFjVf-9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/D7_rqHGBKZo/s400/IMG_0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387651051952274386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put a crease in a Mobius Strip and this is what you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-8476194117161032823?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/8476194117161032823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/ad-infintium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/8476194117161032823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/8476194117161032823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/10/ad-infintium.html' title='Ad Infintium'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SsTIFjVf-9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/D7_rqHGBKZo/s72-c/IMG_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-6767699422620161484</id><published>2009-09-11T08:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:25:53.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>One September Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/Sqe79GVwgLI/AAAAAAAAA64/7-gZEtWWQ1A/s1600-h/Conversation-Piece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/Sqe79GVwgLI/AAAAAAAAA64/7-gZEtWWQ1A/s400/Conversation-Piece.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379474938265632946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Joe Kitsch: "One September Morning," mixed media, 45x72 inches, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I sold this work of art for a song... well, a poem to be more exact... to my very talented, literary friend Anne. I wanted to share her work with everyone and have posted it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;ONE SEPTEMBER MORNING&lt;br /&gt;by Anne Champion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Inspired by an art piece of this title by Joe Kitch made as a memorial tribute for the 5th anniversary of 9/11. An image of the New York skyline was created using a rubber date stamper and ink pad from an office supply store. "SEPT 11 A.M." was imprinted over the entire image using a stipling technique to create shading and gradation. The towers are cut out revealing emptiness and the usual unexposed sides of the art work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blank space, cut from&lt;br /&gt;canvas, or even these white margins—&lt;br /&gt;where art swings at meaning&lt;br /&gt;like gnats in the air, hoping to strike&lt;br /&gt;all our implications before they sting us,&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly, too late, and we rub&lt;br /&gt;the wound until the soreness subsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aching, ponderous gap,&lt;br /&gt;impregnated with the massive disruption&lt;br /&gt;of what can never be articulated,&lt;br /&gt;reveals the artist,&lt;br /&gt;enduring through entire nights, straining&lt;br /&gt;to see the skyline recreated&lt;br /&gt;with his small tool&lt;br /&gt;of the same breed that rained&lt;br /&gt;upon New York City.&lt;br /&gt;Curved body bent&lt;br /&gt;over easel, each meticulous push&lt;br /&gt;of stamp scrapes the way&lt;br /&gt;towards monument,&lt;br /&gt;restructuring pained memory—&lt;br /&gt;a tedious task, the brute work of it,&lt;br /&gt;balancing forceful recollection&lt;br /&gt;alongside tenderness, wrestling&lt;br /&gt;craft and tribute like a rubber band&lt;br /&gt;stretched taut, threatening&lt;br /&gt;to break or go slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, collective memory&lt;br /&gt;will always rush in, of unfettered American flags,&lt;br /&gt;heralding a grey day, the numbers 9-11&lt;br /&gt;flashing across television screens&lt;br /&gt;like comet tails splayed&lt;br /&gt;across a black night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alongside this is your own solitary coping, staring at stars&lt;br /&gt;so intensely you thought you might wear away&lt;br /&gt;the enamel of their luster with your gaze,&lt;br /&gt;carry their fire in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;from then on, bending your own body&lt;br /&gt;towards prayer, and finding no words,&lt;br /&gt;only able to pray for their being something&lt;br /&gt;outside of yourself&lt;br /&gt;that you could pray to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago now, and yet, every year&lt;br /&gt;you’re more acutely aware&lt;br /&gt;of nature’s crying out&lt;br /&gt;against dying seasons, how the fall&lt;br /&gt;will linger long and stale, denying&lt;br /&gt;the arrival of snow, the brittle crack&lt;br /&gt;of dead leaves swept into lawn bags,&lt;br /&gt;the stifling memory undigested,&lt;br /&gt;churning in the coil and twist&lt;br /&gt;of your intestines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how your own flag turns&lt;br /&gt;to tatters, unraveling&lt;br /&gt;like tangled hair,&lt;br /&gt;the sharp outcry&lt;br /&gt;of gnarled knots combed out quick&lt;br /&gt;with one swift twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sleep, your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;which can’t speak, show&lt;br /&gt;what you have now:&lt;br /&gt;Every skyline you’ve ever witnessed&lt;br /&gt;stamped inside of you,&lt;br /&gt;and with that,&lt;br /&gt;everything our skies can hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-6767699422620161484?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/6767699422620161484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-september-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/6767699422620161484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/6767699422620161484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-september-morning.html' title='One September Morning'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/Sqe79GVwgLI/AAAAAAAAA64/7-gZEtWWQ1A/s72-c/Conversation-Piece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-7753124904509285866</id><published>2009-07-31T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:00:03.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Watercolor Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Two of my favorite things in the world are 1.) taking traditional what-have-you's and tweaking them and 2.) experimenting with materials. Oh wait, three things! 3.) Coffee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traditionally, watercolor paint is not much more than pigments and guar gum diluted with water. Or something like that. Basically, pigment in water. Pigments range from metals to ground earth to the ashes of bone. Van Gogh used paints that contained ground bugs for his magenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back in 2001, I use to drink a pot of coffee everyday (at least a pot, that is) in the morning. My favorite, even to this day, is Starbucks coffee. On the way to my studio, I would often stop at Starbucks and pick up a Venti or two for the duration of my work session. I don't remember the thought process exactly but I was thinking art and popular culture. Add too much caffein to the mix and and and... Use coffee as a watercolor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmV5o4hWQeI/AAAAAAAAA6o/xuJ0ynviOnM/s1600-h/The-Purex-Comedy-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmV5o4hWQeI/AAAAAAAAA6o/xuJ0ynviOnM/s400/The-Purex-Comedy-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360824674728428002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Coffee," coffee on paper, 28x20 inches, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made this watercolor by applying coffee in layers using a sponge brush on a flat surface. First, the entire piece of paper was coated then set aside to dry. Then, another layer was applied, allowing a three inch band of the first coat to remain. Allowing the new coat to dry and proceeding on with another coat, leaving a three inch band of the previous coat. Repeat until completion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Coffee makes a good stain up to four layers. I noticed the layers stop retaining their pigment dispersion after that. The coffee particles lift up and gather toward the edge of the liquid's meniscus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmV5or4X2zI/AAAAAAAAA6g/LqCMrhnbXgA/s1600-h/The-Purex-Comedy-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmV5or4X2zI/AAAAAAAAA6g/LqCMrhnbXgA/s400/The-Purex-Comedy-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360824671335340850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Decaf," decaffeinated coffee on paper, 28x20 inches, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't understand non-alcoholic beer or decaffeinated coffee. What's the point? Using decaffeinated coffee, I made this watercolor. By placing the paper on a board and propped on an incline, I applied the layers of coffee in a similar fashion as "Coffee," layer after layer. Only in "Decaf" I allowed the watercolor to run and drip. Hopefully you get the visual pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmV5omkrsAI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/TlqndYZlKQo/s1600-h/Starbucks-Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmV5omkrsAI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/TlqndYZlKQo/s400/Starbucks-Coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360824669910577154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Starbucks Coffee," coffee on paper, 28x20 inches, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In this watercolor, I drew the Starbucks logo but cutting off the words "Starbucks Coffee" to read "Star Co," like in my painting "Eternity for Atheists." Then I tacked the paper to the wall and painted with the coffee in layers, just as I had with the two previous pieces. These watercolors may be an archivist's worst nightmare due to the high acidity of the medium, but, hey, they look great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-7753124904509285866?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/7753124904509285866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/watercolor-painting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/7753124904509285866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/7753124904509285866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/watercolor-painting.html' title='Watercolor Painting'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmV5o4hWQeI/AAAAAAAAA6o/xuJ0ynviOnM/s72-c/The-Purex-Comedy-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-2707238110666124569</id><published>2009-07-30T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:00:02.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Look, Ma! One Color!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmVx9EtXz6I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Nknx0RGYekE/s1600-h/Dirty-Dozen-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmVx9EtXz6I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Nknx0RGYekE/s400/Dirty-Dozen-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360816225504448418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Big Wheel of Life," acrylic on unprimed canvas, 38x42 inches, 1999&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For a while, I was doing large, highly textured, all-over paintings. I went completely non-textured, and added recognizable visual images. This grey painting was the first break from it. I was still in the Clement Greenberg school of thought regarding painting and I was reading quite a bit of Buddhist literature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Greenbergian ideology required that paint do what paint does: be flat and non-illustrative. The Buddhist readings lead me to use grey because it was a middle ground, neither here nor there, not one extreme or another. It just was. I also came to use the circle as an abstract visual representation of the Eastern Philosophy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For this painting, I combined the two. First, I stretched unprimed canvas and left it as such. Next, I mixed one large can of grey acrylic paint and thinned it with water until it was thicker than what Kenneth Noland or Morris Louis would have used, but thinner than Jackson Pollock's drippy house paints. I covered the canvas in blotchy areas with the paint I mixed. Allowing it to dry, I painted over it again but forming the circle. Layer after layer, in meditative process, the painting took form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you look at this painting, the dark grey circle actually has the least amount of paint on it. The lighter grey areas have the most. Both are derived from the same exact paint; only the layering caused the difference in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-2707238110666124569?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/2707238110666124569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-ma-one-color.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2707238110666124569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2707238110666124569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-ma-one-color.html' title='Look, Ma! One Color!'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmVx9EtXz6I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Nknx0RGYekE/s72-c/Dirty-Dozen-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-6237847000681789019</id><published>2009-07-29T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:00:03.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Souvenir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG_Tb9cHCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/229g0jS1jUA/s1600-h/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG_Tb9cHCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/229g0jS1jUA/s400/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359775372191472674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I Went to an Art Show and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt," screen printed cotton t-shirt, one size fits all, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Art is not the easiest thing in the world to understand. Every artist has a form of visual language that the viewer has to learn and adapt in order to formalize it. Unless the work is just pretty pictures, it's going to get some blank stares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other hand, art is also very expensive. There's only a handful of people that can afford it. THEN, how much art can a person cram into their home? Here's a quick math problem for you: Let's say, for the sake of argument, that an artist cranks out a masterpiece a week, taking two week breaks- one in the summer to go to the beach and one in December for the holidays. That's 50 works of art per artist. Did you know there are 10,000 artists living in Manhattan? That's a lot of art. And did I mention it's expensive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I made this art print (let's not call it a t-shirt, that's crass) to poke fun at the art tourists and made it affordable so everyone could get one at my show. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-6237847000681789019?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/6237847000681789019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/souvenir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/6237847000681789019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/6237847000681789019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/souvenir.html' title='Souvenir'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG_Tb9cHCI/AAAAAAAAA4I/229g0jS1jUA/s72-c/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-6185865605779057473</id><published>2009-07-28T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:00:02.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>A Wasted Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG-9yJINUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/OPWq1CLz6XY/s1600-h/Crayon-on-Paper-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG-9yJINUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/OPWq1CLz6XY/s400/Crayon-on-Paper-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359775000188958018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wasted Life," ball-point pen on paper, 9x8 inches, 2005(?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When pen meets paper, a lot can happen if you try. You could write a story, you could draw a picture, you could write your to do list. Blank paper is the potential of your life. Attempt nothing and, well, you get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Need to borrow a pen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-6185865605779057473?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/6185865605779057473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/wasted-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/6185865605779057473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/6185865605779057473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/wasted-life.html' title='A Wasted Life'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG-9yJINUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/OPWq1CLz6XY/s72-c/Crayon-on-Paper-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-6203220088342511393</id><published>2009-07-27T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:00:04.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>The Good Times Are Killing Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG8m52-OUI/AAAAAAAAA34/DgG5bONuOHo/s1600-h/Crayon-on-Paper-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG8m52-OUI/AAAAAAAAA34/DgG5bONuOHo/s400/Crayon-on-Paper-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359772408100043074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Good Times Are Killing Me," cigarettes and acrylic paint on canvas, 24x30 inches 2005(?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This piece, which is named after a Modest Mouse song, is covered with over 1,200 cigarette butts! I collected them from guests to my apartment during the typical late night excursion. If you can't be a rock star, at least party like one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-6203220088342511393?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/6203220088342511393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-times-are-killing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/6203220088342511393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/6203220088342511393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-times-are-killing-me.html' title='The Good Times Are Killing Me'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG8m52-OUI/AAAAAAAAA34/DgG5bONuOHo/s72-c/Crayon-on-Paper-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-4847658787910947135</id><published>2009-07-26T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:00:00.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Advertising in the Arts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG65FxS3iI/AAAAAAAAA3w/nbG-6qQQ0uQ/s1600-h/Crayon-on-Paper-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG65FxS3iI/AAAAAAAAA3w/nbG-6qQQ0uQ/s400/Crayon-on-Paper-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359770521511845410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Your Ad Here," vinyl letters and latex paint on canvas, 11x14 inches, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's product placement on TV shows, so why not in the arts? I made this knowing it would get a stir (and quite a few giggles) when placed in shows among other works of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-4847658787910947135?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/4847658787910947135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/advertising-in-arts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/4847658787910947135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/4847658787910947135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/advertising-in-arts.html' title='Advertising in the Arts'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG65FxS3iI/AAAAAAAAA3w/nbG-6qQQ0uQ/s72-c/Crayon-on-Paper-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-670857638362384507</id><published>2009-07-25T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:00:00.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Conversation Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG3f6mqp-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/hvRTMQGhxng/s1600-h/Spoon-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG3f6mqp-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/hvRTMQGhxng/s400/Spoon-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359766790482864098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Conversation Piece," mixed media, 19x21 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't make much differentiation between language, objects or images. I try to treat them all as found objects and figure ways to incorporate them into my work. For this painting, I took a statement a friend made during a conversation we were having and made it the focus of the piece. I used an upside down American flag, officially a naval (?) signal of distress, but when seen it typically arouses distress in the viewer because they see it as a sign of disrespect. I painted the piece as etherial as conversations are and titled it with a double meaning. The first meaning being that the piece originates from a conversation and secondly that people will be having conversations about the piece due to its confrontational imagery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-670857638362384507?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/670857638362384507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversation-piece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/670857638362384507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/670857638362384507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversation-piece.html' title='Conversation Piece'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG3f6mqp-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/hvRTMQGhxng/s72-c/Spoon-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-8457913782320142150</id><published>2009-07-24T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:00:07.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Starving Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG1Gy_XrdI/AAAAAAAAA3g/4LbisG5CpAM/s1600-h/Anthem-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG1Gy_XrdI/AAAAAAAAA3g/4LbisG5CpAM/s400/Anthem-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359764159919009234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Attrition Can Be Funny," mixed media on canvas, 12x12 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I enjoy food. A lot. Almost a decade ago, my artist lifestyle conflicted with my enjoyment of food. I learned it's not called being a starving artist for nothing. I made this piece with that in mind and entered it into a show. For the price, I listed a steak dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-8457913782320142150?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/8457913782320142150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/starving-artist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/8457913782320142150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/8457913782320142150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/starving-artist.html' title='Starving Artist'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmG1Gy_XrdI/AAAAAAAAA3g/4LbisG5CpAM/s72-c/Anthem-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-4459804219346638451</id><published>2009-07-23T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:00:06.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>No Means No</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;NO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;–adverb&lt;br /&gt;1. (a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal, as in response to a question or request)&lt;br /&gt;2. (used to emphasize or introduce a negative statement): Not a single person came to the party, no, not a one.&lt;br /&gt;3. not in any degree or manner; not at all (used with a comparative): He is no better.&lt;br /&gt;4. not a (used before an adjective to convey the opposite of the adjective's meaning): His recovery was no small miracle.&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;5. not a (used before a noun to convey the opposite of the noun's meaning): She's no beginner on the ski slopes.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;6. an utterance of the word “no.”&lt;br /&gt;7. a denial or refusal: He responded with a definite no.&lt;br /&gt;8. a negative vote or voter: The noes have it.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;9. to reject, refuse approval, or express disapproval of.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;10. to express disapproval.&lt;br /&gt;—Idiom&lt;br /&gt;11. no can do, Informal. it can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGu4FjQ9MI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ghf26IpEo0s/s1600-h/Spoon-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGu4FjQ9MI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ghf26IpEo0s/s400/Spoon-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359757310133597378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No," mixed media on board, 6x9 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I used limited visual representations for this study of "no." First, and most obviously, is the word "no." Next is the color red which is often used to to prohibit, as in traffic lights. I also used an "x" shape, a mark of negation. Last, I used the paint of the artwork to express meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In "No," the word is written in capital letters and underlined to emphasize the absolute nature of its meaning. The "x" was made by removing the paint from the surface of the piece. With my finger I negated the presence of the media in that particular area, its denial reenforced by the shape from which it was removed. Red oil stick covers areas where white oil stick became undesirable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGu4JiMK4I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/K7EmI1lx8Ak/s1600-h/Spoon-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGu4JiMK4I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/K7EmI1lx8Ak/s400/Spoon-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359757311202831234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"NoNo," mixed media on paper, 14x11 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"NoNo" is more about negation through addition. "No" is reemphasized with another "no." The "x" at the top is made by adding white paint over red surface. At the bottom, three cells were negated by three "x" marks which in turn were negated by being painted over. (Would that be a double negative?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-4459804219346638451?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/4459804219346638451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-means-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/4459804219346638451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/4459804219346638451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-means-no.html' title='No Means No'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGu4FjQ9MI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ghf26IpEo0s/s72-c/Spoon-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-3826319689784957324</id><published>2009-07-22T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:00:09.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>No Artists Were Harmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGocMZdyxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/5tntW9OF-dg/s1600-h/Anthem-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGocMZdyxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/5tntW9OF-dg/s400/Anthem-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359750233865440018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No Artists Were Harmed," mixed media on linen, 24x18 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a big fan of recycling. It's easy to do and I can sleep better at night knowing I'm making an effort to make the world a better place. Not all things I recycle are bottle and cans or paper. Take my hair for instance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I started cutting my own hair in college. It wasn't always successful but it saved an off-campus trip to the barber and cash that I could be spending on booze and pizza. After graduation, I realized I could use the hair in some way in my work and began to save it. Presently, I have jars and jars of hair in reserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My post-undergrad days were... rough. I was working for slightly above minimum wage in a bookstore and refused the financial help of my parents. My folks did more than I could ever ask for up to that point and were willing to help even more. The life of the artist is rough. I knew it and chose it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So one day, I was giving myself a haircut and looked down. The splay of hair on the floor made my mind wander to thoughts of animal cruelty in product testing and quickly snapped to the idea that art is a product and the lives artists lead can be self-imposed cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I gathered up the hair and made this piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-3826319689784957324?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/3826319689784957324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-artists-were-harmed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/3826319689784957324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/3826319689784957324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-artists-were-harmed.html' title='No Artists Were Harmed'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGocMZdyxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/5tntW9OF-dg/s72-c/Anthem-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-3720605641433818284</id><published>2009-07-21T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:00:03.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Don't Be Such a Square, Josef Albers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGd7PvpRLI/AAAAAAAAA3A/xQ8rPe4XzJk/s1600-h/Viewing-This-is-as-Interactive-4....jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGd7PvpRLI/AAAAAAAAA3A/xQ8rPe4XzJk/s400/Viewing-This-is-as-Interactive-4....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359738672711812274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Crayon on Paper," Crayola crayon on paper, 14x16 inches, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made these drawings while reading "Interaction of Color" by Josef Albers. I have mixed feelings about the work of Josef Albers. On one hand, I respect and admire the seriousness and devotion he put toward the study of color and color as the subject matter of the works. On the other hand, the dryness and lack of inventiveness drives me nuts. The majority of the work for which he is best known is a series of squares within squares. One painting after the next- squares within squares. The colors differ in each, that's really about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But how long ago was that? In the context of 2001, color study is second nature for artists. Looking at Albers repetition makes me think that the Impressionists were doing color study much earlier and doing it much more visually stimulating. However, the Impressionists were also dealing with composition and movement and other subject matters. Albers, using the square and repetition, was able to distill it as THE subject matter and focus on the study of color. Because of Albers seriously dry sensibilities, the study of color is second nature to artists in the present day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As an homage, I took up crayons and made child's play of color study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the drawings have the same dimensions, with the same, literal phrase drawn on with a variety of colors. Pictured below are the other drawings in the series I made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGd625o2CI/AAAAAAAAA24/JBGV6NIn4Q0/s1600-h/Crayon-on-Paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGd625o2CI/AAAAAAAAA24/JBGV6NIn4Q0/s400/Crayon-on-Paper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359738666042841122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdwPjzJ1I/AAAAAAAAA2w/GcstCA7quls/s1600-h/Crayon-on-Paper-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdwPjzJ1I/AAAAAAAAA2w/GcstCA7quls/s400/Crayon-on-Paper-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359738483683567442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdv_iWoKI/AAAAAAAAA2o/2_NwVE2ohxI/s1600-h/Crayon-on-Paper-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdv_iWoKI/AAAAAAAAA2o/2_NwVE2ohxI/s400/Crayon-on-Paper-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359738479382536354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdvnoZrfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/r2WnvBqxxks/s1600-h/Crayon-on-Paper-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdvnoZrfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/r2WnvBqxxks/s400/Crayon-on-Paper-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359738472965451250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdvVmiRqI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/AYTyUopogf4/s1600-h/Crayon-on-Paper-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdvVmiRqI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/AYTyUopogf4/s400/Crayon-on-Paper-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359738468125787810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdvOaeehI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2tCVzVVMZeY/s1600-h/Crayon-on-Paper-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGdvOaeehI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2tCVzVVMZeY/s400/Crayon-on-Paper-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359738466196158994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-3720605641433818284?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/3720605641433818284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-be-such-square-josef-albers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/3720605641433818284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/3720605641433818284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-be-such-square-josef-albers.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Such a Square, Josef Albers!'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGd7PvpRLI/AAAAAAAAA3A/xQ8rPe4XzJk/s72-c/Viewing-This-is-as-Interactive-4....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-1226414600150168234</id><published>2009-07-20T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:00:02.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>A While Ago This Could Have Been Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGXJjhYI1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/QmEGjFDDQ04/s1600-h/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGXJjhYI1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/QmEGjFDDQ04/s400/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359731221957452626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A While Ago This Could Have Been Good," mixed media on canvas, 48x36 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was looking to make something bold and visually striking and I was trying to find my artistic voice. This painting started off looking completely different. Under the red is a series of abstract shapes and lines and a hodge podge of colors. It was garbage and I knew it so I painted over it with gesso and ceiling texture, which is a hardware store bought paint additive that gives texture to... ceilings. The round projections on the bottom were there from the first attempt at this piece. I counter balanced them by nailing a 1x4 to the top. The textured area was then painted cadmium red, my favorite color back then. It looked good. I felt like I was getting somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to work at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble the next day. While shelving books in the art section, I randomly flipped through a book on Minimalism and came across...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Donald Judd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sh*t. There they were. Five works by Donald Judd... textured, cadmium red with industrial looking objects protruding from the surface. F*ck. I thought I was getting somewhere. I thought I was onto something. It was slightly crushing. Had I been the age I was but in the 1960's, I would like to think that could have been me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I got home that evening, I stenciled the phrase that is the title of the piece across the 1x4, painted in the silver and was done with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-1226414600150168234?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/1226414600150168234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-ago-this-could-have-been-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/1226414600150168234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/1226414600150168234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-ago-this-could-have-been-good.html' title='A While Ago This Could Have Been Good'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGXJjhYI1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/QmEGjFDDQ04/s72-c/Nonsense-After-Logic-and-After-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-5845953395671927832</id><published>2009-07-19T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:00:00.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>White Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Text in art became a big point of interest for me. I enjoyed how the use of words can be the same as abstract imagery. Text has rhythm. Words have poignancy. A picture can be worth a thousand words. One word can hit home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I took the word "yap," as in 'shut your yap' or 'quit your yapping.' I wrote it countless times with old school pen and ink on paper. It looked like static on a TV and it clicked... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGQe6vit6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/dEI2EWlKcsc/s1600-h/study-for-White-Noise.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGQe6vit6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/dEI2EWlKcsc/s400/study-for-White-Noise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359723892386740130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;study for "White Noise," ink on paper, 11x14 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It looked like static, which is a white noise, and yapping is similar to static in that it can be a wall of undistinguishable, droning noise. I did the literal artistic thing and decided to make the work from layers of white on white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGQemFoS6I/AAAAAAAAA14/cjNAetUxjdo/s1600-h/study-for-White-Noise-1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGQemFoS6I/AAAAAAAAA14/cjNAetUxjdo/s400/study-for-White-Noise-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359723886842235810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"White Noise," mixed media on canvas, 56x54 inches, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I painted the canvas with off-white house paint and scrawled the word "yap" in pencil over that. Then came the titanium white oil stick writing the word over the pencil, smearing it, covering it. Next, taking cue from the Impressionists, I applied oil medium and titanium white paint straight from the tube. Into that, I inscribed the word "yap" into the wet painted words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-5845953395671927832?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/5845953395671927832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/white-noise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/5845953395671927832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/5845953395671927832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/white-noise.html' title='White Noise'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGQe6vit6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/dEI2EWlKcsc/s72-c/study-for-White-Noise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-2629578059279182325</id><published>2009-07-18T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:00:00.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Spoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGARhvpsoI/AAAAAAAAA1w/RcqoYE-6M-g/s1600-h/Spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGARhvpsoI/AAAAAAAAA1w/RcqoYE-6M-g/s400/Spoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359706070151967362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Spoon," mixed media on linen, 20x24 inches, 1999&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One day in Connecticut, I was tooling around my kitchen probably wishing I had something good to eat because back in those days it was mostly Raman Noodles and cheap coffee. I didn't sleep much back then either thanks to the high concentration of sodium and large amounts of caffeine. So there I was tooling around in my kitchen and I discover this plastic spoon. It was gold and plastic, not white and plastic or clear and plastic like every other plastic spoon I had ever come across. It was fancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yet, it was cheap and disposable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was very much how I was feeling at the time. As I held it, I remembered a line from a Sex Pistols song: "I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth." Silver spoons are for the up-and-up. This plastic spoon was me, no doubt about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I decided I was going to bastardize Renaissance painting. I gave the spoon visual substance by enclosing it in a circle and added wings. Instead of gold leafing the surface, I used metallic bronze paint. Finally the halo and feet were added with oil stick, cartoonish a la graffiti like Keith Haring. Lastly, the word spoon was added, in a nod to Basquiat, and to draw attention to the star of the work... that cheap yet fancy plastic spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-2629578059279182325?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/2629578059279182325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/spoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2629578059279182325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/2629578059279182325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/07/spoon.html' title='Spoon'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SmGARhvpsoI/AAAAAAAAA1w/RcqoYE-6M-g/s72-c/Spoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-1423958917649483835</id><published>2009-05-29T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:12:37.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art shows'/><title type='text'>Wine Cellar Session notes by Austin Ward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wine Cellar Sessions: Notes from the Underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metaphysics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;featuring Joe Kitsch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLzPYq7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/Lnoq8328YQo/s1600-h/White-Rabbit-in-a-Snowstorm-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLzPYq7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/Lnoq8328YQo/s400/White-Rabbit-in-a-Snowstorm-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341286952980753330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Rabbit in a Snowstorm&lt;/span&gt;, grass and paper on paper, 11x14 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craggy Range, "Fletcher Family Vineyard" Riesling, Marlborough, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paired with "White Rabbit in a Snowstorm" #1,#2,#3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The motto of Craggy Range Winery is: Single Vineyard, Single Minded. This Riesling from the Fletcher Family Vineyard expresses its origin. Like each of the three "White Rabbits" there is a uniqueness to the wine that cannot be recreated elsewhere. The rich texture of painting 1 is echoed by the silky minerality in the Riesling. The piercing red eye of painting 2 is reminiscent of the bright, piercing acidity of the wine. Painting 3 shows a rabbit near a patch of grass, this is representative of the subtle earthiness that Riesling is known to display.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLrc_CQI/AAAAAAAAA0o/KA8jM-JzbBI/s1600-h/I-Heart-Briana-Banks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLrc_CQI/AAAAAAAAA0o/KA8jM-JzbBI/s400/I-Heart-Briana-Banks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341286950890309890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nude (female)&lt;/span&gt;, acrylic in canvas, 30 x 20 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J. Lohr "Wildflower" Valdiguie, Arroyo Seco, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paired with Nude (Male), Nude (Female)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Nude has been a classic subject of artists for centuries. These two nudes are a new take on an old classic. Such is the way with the J. Lohr Valdiguie. This wine is very similar to Beaujolais, the famously delicious Red Burgundy made from the Gamay grape. Light, fruity and refreshing when slightly chilled, Valdiguie is also known as "Napa Gamay." We will leave the more senual parallels of this pairing to your own interpretation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLjbs7_I/AAAAAAAAA0g/Ka97VX01QO8/s1600-h/Triskaidekaphobia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLjbs7_I/AAAAAAAAA0g/Ka97VX01QO8/s400/Triskaidekaphobia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341286948737445874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Triskaidekaphobia&lt;/span&gt;, cigarette ash and mixed media on paper in found frame with rabbit feet, 28x23.5 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tablas Creek Mourvedre, Paso Robles, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paired with Triskaidekaphobia, White Rabbit in a Snowstorm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mourvedre is a grape which originates in the Rhone Valley of France. It is known for its gamey, earthy and smoky flavors. There is a smokiness to to both these paintings that is echoed in the tobacco and mocha aromas of the wine. One tasting note I have heard for this wine in the past is "roasted meat." There is something about Triskaidekaphobia that evokes these roasted qualities, or at least a slight morbidity that is alluded to by the brooding fruit character of the wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLY8qBoI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/00-tAXaC4XY/s1600-h/White-Rabbit-in-a-Snowstorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLY8qBoI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/00-tAXaC4XY/s400/White-Rabbit-in-a-Snowstorm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341286945922877058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Rabbit in a Snowstorm&lt;/span&gt;, acrylic on canvas, 30x20 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crios de Susana Balbo Rose of Malbec, Mendoza, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paired with White Rabbit in a Snowstorm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from the clear color association taking place between the wine and the art in this case, there are other parallels to be drawn. This is a wine that has elegance and depth while being light and refreshing. Joe Kitsch's art in general is fun and lighthearted, but as many of you have probably discovered by now, there is more than meets the eye with these beautiful works of art. Aromas of strawberry, raspberry and roses abound from the glass. Any of which a white rabbit in a snowstorm would love to discover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLGyJ2yI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KWdc_BMSaIQ/s1600-h/Small-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLGyJ2yI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KWdc_BMSaIQ/s400/Small-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341286941046987554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye Candy (medium)&lt;/span&gt;, store-bought, computer-mixed latex paint on canvas, 30x20 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crios de Susana Balbo Torrontes, Mendoza, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paired with Eye Candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torrontes is a grape variety with a very colorful character. Peach, tangerine, tropical melon and floral aromas make this wine taste like candy in a glass. This pairing explains itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Austin Ward, wine steward, Legal Seafoods, Park Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17713069-1423958917649483835?l=joekitsch.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/feeds/1423958917649483835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/05/wine-cellar-session-notes-by-austin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/1423958917649483835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17713069/posts/default/1423958917649483835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joekitsch.blogspot.com/2009/05/wine-cellar-session-notes-by-austin.html' title='Wine Cellar Session notes by Austin Ward'/><author><name>Joe Kitsch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436485921928168170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12556401235476590285'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTpc4nxWMuU/SiAQLzPYq7I/AAAAAAAAA0w/Lnoq8328YQo/s72-c/White-Rabbit-in-a-Snowstorm-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17713069.post-5261583997757321596</id><published>2009-05-21T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:00:00.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art shows'/><title type='text'>You're invited to Wine Cellar Sessions ft/ Joe Kitsch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 204, 204); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0); "&gt;Wine Cellar Sessions: Notes from the Underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); "&gt;Tuesday, May 26, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); "&gt;6:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; 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