Category — Blurbs

Colors. Where are they? As I entered the Mishkin Gallery, I noticed that majority of the pictures there were black and white, having to do with mostly indentity. If you want to visit a gallery thats not like any other, you should visit this gallery. I saw this one interesting picture which is also in MOMA. This picture is of a cotton farmer’s wife. She is not given a name. She has no identity and is portrayed as a nobody, or as someone that is not special. She is portrayed as someone who is just like any other cotton farmers’ wife. [Read more →]

There are several ways to get to the basement of Hunter College. You can take the entrance on 68th or the one on 69th, but there is one way of getting into the basement that people rarely take. Those doors on Lexington Avenue often go unnoticed. Once inside, there’s a security desk, but scarcely a guard. Past the desk there’s a pair of old elevators and a set of stairs. The solitude throughout the journey makes you question whether you are still in the City. If you go one flight down the desolate staircase, you find yourself still secluded, but this time surrounded by art. This little spot, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, is home to “The Thomas Hunter Gallery: Ceramic Area.” The work at this gallery is more erratic and contemporary than any other gallery I’ve seen. A creation put out on display can be taken down in less than 7 days or it may stay up for months on end. The pieces themselves vary immensely, ranging from glazed pots to wooden boxes, and are constantly fluctuating. Treasures can be found at some of the most eccentric places, even in a quiet basement below one of Manhattan’s loudest streets.

P.S.- I stopped by Monday night and they already updated it from when I last visited for the blurb.

I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see the Jeff Koon exhibition located on the roof. Although it was a hassle to get up to the roof, arriving at to see the beautiful skyline made up for the trouble. There were only three sculptures but I thought all of them were really cool. The sculptures were made with chromium steel and light color coating. The Balloon Dog in yellow green was shaped like the dogs that clowns would make for little children. I’m curious how he was able to make the dog perfectly rounded. Sacret Heart was a heart wrapped in red foil. This sculpture was so realistic and reminded me of a large heart shaped chocolate. Coloring Book puzzled me completely. I had no idea what it was but then found it was suppose to be a poorly colored in Piglet. I thought it was transparent at first because of the silver but then realized it was reflective. I really enjoyed the Jeff Koon exhibition and I’m still wondering how he made those sculptures.

I have never been much of a die-hard anime fan, although I do confess to enjoying a good series once in a blue moon. Why I always end up accompanying my friends to anime conventions, therefore, is a bit of a wonder to even myself. But, if nothing else, it certainly is always an interesting experience. With this in mind, I once again found myself at the annual New York Anime Festival, surrounded by an array of… very interesting people, to say the least. For someone like myself — those who aren’t particularly dedicated to the anime fandom — anime conventions might not be particularly appealing, with their seemingly infinite amounts of overpriced goods, strange novelty items, endless panel presentations, and countless (some admittedly strange and frightening) fans. But for me, one of the biggest attractions NYAF has (common to most anime conventions in general) is the costumes — every year, hundreds of people dress themselves up in wacky home-made (and of course some surreptitiously store-bought — but they’re not fooling anyone) outfits of their favorite characters, idols, and styles. You could spend hours just walking around, taking a look at outfits, and snapping hundreds of photos of the best and funniest ones. Some will amaze you with their complexity and the obviously incredible workmanship; others will strike you with their likeness to a character. And still others, unfortunately, will baffle you and leave you wondering just who let them leave their homes that morning. If nothing else, the costumes alone provide enough entertainment to make the experience worth it.

“Oh my God you guys! This totally sucks!” Those were the exact words that ran through my mind as I sat through two dreadful hours of Legally Blonde, the musical, at the Palace Theatre. Simply put, the show failed to deliver. The lyrics were ordinary and repetitive, consisting of two phrases – “Oh my God!” and “Like Oh my God you guys!” For those of us who weren’t wearing sunglasses, the hot pink costumes and luminescent pink set led to temporary blindness. The biggest disappointment was Bailey Hanks, the actress cast as Elle Woods in this musical adaptation. She was not as charming or as lovable as Reese Witherspoon although her dancing and singing were superb. Overall, it is no surprise that the show closed its doors this past weekend. Thank God. 

…i tried putting the blurb back together again