Aboriginal Dreamtime Gallery

Some examples of Aborignal fine art from a West Melrose gallery with a location also near Sydney’s Manly beach.

With over 12 years experience in Aboriginal Fine Art, our gallery has developed relationships with artists and staff from diverse communities throughout Australia.

These include the Central & Western Deserts and art centers such as Utopia, Yuendumu and Papanya Tula. We source works from highly acclaimed prize winning artists who are represented in major public and private collections and especially encourage younger and emerging artists. We rely on our depth of knowledge and experience in observing the on-going development of the Aboriginal Art movement. We encourage our customers and collectors to be aware and concerned that aboriginal people should directly benefit from sales. This experience and knowledge ranges from very good to exceptional with one thing in common, a passion for Aboriginal Art and the importance of cultural continuity.”

Slideshow Gallery


Thurs April 8 NYC: KIM GORDON "The Noise Paintings" opening

KimGordonNoiseP

http://www.johnmcwhinnie.com/index.php/gallery/details/kim_gordon_the_noise_paintings/

April 8th – May 8th, 2010.
Kim Gordon: The Noise Paintings

At

John McWhinnie
@ Glenn Horowitz
Bookseller & Art Gallery
50 1/2 East 64th Street
New York City, New York 10065
P: 212.754.5626

“Featuring a series of works on canvas and on paper the show presents Kim Gordon’s recent explorations using paint, lyrics, and personal catch phrases to create a collision of the verbal and the visual, and the discovery of something quite other…

“In partnership with Ecstatic Peace Library, JMc & GHB Editions will introduce a special edition of a new artist’s unbound, signed and numbered portfolio, Kim Gordon, The Noise Paintings. Drawn from a full edition of just 200, the special edition will comprise 26 lettered copies enclosed in a custom cloth box with an original painting and recording laid in.”

Wed, Soho: DAVE TOMPKINS vocoder 7p book talk at McNally Jackson, 930p party at Trophy Bar

FROM THE COMPUTER OF DAVE TOMPKINS — CLICK FLYERS TO ENLARGE

McNallyJackson

I’ll be doing a vocoder book [How to Wreck a Nice Beach: The Vocoder from World War II to Hip-Hop—The Machine Speaks] reading Wednesday April 7th, 7 p.m., at McNally Jackson on 52 Prince Street in Soho.

It will be hosted by New York Times critic Jon Caramanica. Jon is a big fan of “Nasty Rock,” the only vocoder hit out of Fuquay-Varina, North Carolina. So we’re in luck!

The legendary EMS-3000 Vocoder will also be in the house, still coherent after running around with the Cylons, Pink Floyd and ELO.

The reading will be followed by a party at Trophy Bar, at 351 Broadway, btwn 9th and Keap Streets, with classy boogie-disco-electro-hip-hop-assorted-hyphenated-whatnot provided by some of my favorite New York DJs.

nastyrock3

Duane Harriott (Other Music/Negroclash/Bim Marx) did my favorite gospel disco edit from last summer. Veronica Vasicka runs the excellent Minimal Wave label and radio show. East Village Radio. Chairman Mao (ego trip) recently made it possible for me to hear about how Schoolly D’s wife once kicked the 2 Live Crew out of Schoolly D’s house. I’ve been collaborating with Monk-One (Wax Poetics) on the book mix which will be up next week and will include a special edit of Gary Numan’s “Telekon.”

Sponsored by the ghosts of those two Signal Corps officers presiding over the turntables in the photo. (SIGSALY Vocoder Terminal codenamed SAMPLE, Paris, 1945)

Be sure to say hi to the stop smiling/runner folks who worked so incredibly hard to make this book. Ask James Hughes why “Biters In The City” made him freak out.

The book can be pre-ordered through Amazon and stopsmilingbooks.com.

Thanks to Kevin at AnalogLifestyle for the McNally Flyer and the unstoppable Tina Ibanez for the party flyer.

Hope to see you there!

Dave

DOES IT HURT?

1. From the April 1, 2010 New York Times

In the past year, Mr. Scanlon, 49, has laid off two workers and canceled the health insurance of a third, whose hours also were cut. He has scaled back his own family’s health plan, deputized his wife, Sherry M. Speirs Scanlon, 51, as an ambassador to scare up more business and enlisted their 27-year-old daughter, Tashel, to work as the office manager. When he can get a decent price for his four-bedroom colonial in Westchester County, he expects to sell it.

All that, and yet the family-run store he opened on Westchester Avenue in 1991 — a mainstay of this working- and middle-class neighborhood — still teeters on the edge, propped up by signs and sidewalk showcases. Sales have fallen by more than half in the last two years. The economy may be turning around in some parts, but not here, not now.

“We saved $100,000 to start up our business, with three kids and a mortgage,” Mr. Scanlon said with a sigh after a long day of tepid sales. “Sherry worked two jobs, as a bookkeeper and waiting on tables. I worked two jobs — plumbing supply by day, handyman by night. You know how hard it is to save $100,000? And now I find myself apologizing to my family.”

The Scanlons’ struggles at the Pelham Bay Home Center echo through the neighborhood, and the nation. Within one block of the Scanlons’ store, seven small businesses — among them a Chinese restaurant, a fruit and vegetable market, a nail salon and a real estate office — have closed in the last year. Many more, like Pete’s Car Care across the street, are scraping by, hoping to outmaneuver the recession by reducing orders, firing employees and delaying payments. Banks have offered little help; most will not lend to businesses short on cash, although after months of reproach, this is beginning to change…

2. Matty from The Soft Pack, in a recent LARecord interview: “Everyone’s going into the red. It’s almost like charity to put out records.”

3. Many people in the creative arts, and many small autonomous businesses, are watching their dreams wither and die right now due to the economic contraction and/or digital imprecation.

We all speak in private all the time about How Bad Things Really Are—about what we see happening to us and to others—but have you noticed how few of us will talk about it publicly? Nobody wants to appear as the whiner, the complainer, the embittered loser, the pessimist. It can makes us look small, self-obsessed. Some of us fear, with reason, that speaking openly about our view—our experience—of the state of play can cost us future work. Who wants to work with a depressed whiner? etc.

But: if nobody speaks, then no one outside of the circle knows. And when things aren’t spoken of, they fester. The scale and depth of our troubles remain unknown, which makes even beginning to address the problem—this implosion—difficult, if not impossible.

I’m going to write more about this soon, but in the meantime: please feel free to use the “Comments” section here. Be like a dissident. If you can’t speak openly about what’s happening, for whatever reason, then try the pseudonym option.

April 5, Brklyn: DAVE TOMPKINS DELIVERS THE GOODS

FROM THE COMPUTER OF DAVE TOMPKINS:

seconds

Hello

NCAA Basketball Championship, Easter Monday, 1983.

NCSU Wolfpack guard Derek Whittenburg sits in a locker room in Albuquerque, listening to “Pack Jam,” a vocoder hit by the Jonzun Crew. He is two hours and one Jimmy V-hug away from launching a 30-foot air ball that would be rescued by a (surprised?) Lorenzo Charles and flushed home when the buzzer screamed red. Snip net.

One of my favorite postgame memories was that of Wolfpack center Cozell McQueen standing on the rim–or verge—while back in Raleigh, NC, kids lit their couches’ asses on fire.

Cozell

This Monday, April 5th, just before anyone but (please, for the love of Zardoz, not ) Duke wins it all, I’ll be at Book Court, in Brooklyn, playing 15 seconds of “Pack Jam”, in honor of all the Wolfpack squads who have been sitting at home on this special night for the past 27 years.

It will also be the eve of the release of my book How to Wreck a Nice Beach: The Vocoder from World War II to Hip-Hop—The Machine Speaks. I’ll be showing some photos of the Pentagon’s “Indestructible Speech Machine”(their words), playing space funk audio and swapping covert vocoder stories with David Kahn, leading cryptology historian and author of The Codebreakers, “the first comprehensive history of secret communication,” now in its undisputed zillionth printing. Kahn was also the first to openly publish an article about the vocoder’s deployment in World War II.

I hold Kahn responsible for tacking an extra three years onto my book-writing, after he suggested that I hunt down the German telefunkateer who intercepted Churchill phone calls out of the ether, while on a beach in Noorwijk. (Still working on that one.)

Joseph Patel (supervising producer at VBS) will keep things moving along. Joseph first hired me to work for 360hiphop in 2001. Most importantly, he allowed me to publish a photo of the undersea duck-knight from Mysterious Island on Russell Simmons’ web site.

duckster

Web site here: stopsmilingbooks.com

Anywizards

Hope to see you there!

Dave

Thanks to Kevin DeBernardi at Analog Lifestyle (http://analoglifestyle.com) for the dope flyer! And Rock Hudson and Seconds, for the “vocal chord resection.”

"In the center of the horror, 
of the civilization, there is the happiness to be alive." —Jodorowsky (1999)

alejandro_jodorowsky

“YOUR BRAIN IS A CRAZY GUY”
Visionary Poly-Artist ALEXANDRO JODOROWSKY talks with Jay Babcock about 
psychomagic, shamanism, video games and Marilyn Manson—as well as his 
spirit-bending films and comics.

originally published in Mean Magazine #6 (Dec ’99-Jan ’00)

A man holds all the universe within him; and art is his view of it. But in 
the work of some artists spiral  vast galaxies of meaning and imagination 
that dwarf by many magnitudes the plebian earthbound work of others. 
Seventy-year-old Alexandro Jodorowsky—post-Surrealist filmmaker, author, 
puppeteer, Tarot expert, post-Jungian psychological theorist, playwright, 
novelist—is one such artist.

Screen Jodorowsky’s El Topo or The Holy Mountain, read The Incal or Metabarons comics, or listen to one of his interviews or lectures, and you 
encounter a one-man spiritual multiculture at play: the anthropological 
erudition and enthusiasm of Joseph Campbell roughhousing with an outrageous 
artistic sensibility that begins at Bunuel, Beckett and Breton and ends in 
some psychedelic sci-fi super-space: the kind of man who can screenwrite 
”He lifts up the robe and draws a pistol” and then comment Talmud-style in 
the margins, “I don’t know if he draws it from a gunbelt or from his 
unconscious.”

Unfortunately, for all but the most clued-in and hooked up in the 
English-sqawking world, most of Jodorowsky’s artistic and philosophical 
output of the last 30 years has been tantalizingly unavailable: films have 
gone unissued on video, comics and other written work have gone 
untranslated or dropped out of print. But, finally, at the turn of the 
century, the situation is changing.

Jodorowsky’s “lost” 1967 film Fando & Lis has been reissued on DVD by San 
Francisco-based Fantoma Films (who have generously included a director’s 
commentary track by Jodorowsky and the excellent, full-length ’95 French 
documentary La Constellation Jodorowsky), The Holy Mountain has been released for the first time (legally) on video, and, perhaps most 
significantly, the U.S. branch of Humanoides Associes has begun an 
ambitious program of printing English-language editions of Jodorowsky’s 
prodigious graphic novel output.
So the time seemed right to give the endlessly aphoristic, giddily 
profound Mr. Jodorowsky the kind of forum in American publications he 
enjoyed in the early ’70s when El Topo and The Holy Mountain were consecutive 
midnight movie successes and the Chilean-born director was regarded by many 
surviving counter-culture types (John Lennon, Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper 
among them) and journalists as The Guy Who Just May Have the Answer.

We 
rang Alexandro in Paris at midnight recently to find out what he’s up to, 
what he’s thinking and get him to reflect a bit on his long and storied 
career, even if he once said, “As soon as I define myself, I am dead.”

That said, let us attempt a synopsis for the new initiates.

Continue reading