remembrance of things past
Prepare to leave behind this fast-paced digital media landscape for a moment and join me on a journey into the curious realm of art magazine publishing.
Take deep, cleansing breaths...feel your heart rate slowing down...clear your mind of your day-to-day concerns...and consider: What the heck was I doing in July of 2009?
Well, if you were me (and it turns out I was), then you were contemplating Margaret Boozer's installation of arcs and mounds of salmon-colored mud spread across the polished floors of the Katzen.
I subsequently wrote an appreciation of said installation for Sculpture Magazine...which is just now hitting the newsstands with their June 2010 issue.
Astounding, right? It's a virtual time capsule on glossy printed paper! I'll bet the editors are all sitting in smoke-filled offices, tapping on their IBM Selectrics, using carbon paper, etc.
Want to read it? Well, prepare to have your mind totally blown: You can't see it online! Yup, you have to send the folks at Sculpture Magazine a check, and then they send it to you through the USPS or something.
Or go steal a copy from the house of one of your sculptor friends. Really, it's OK: They're probably off somewhere in their grimy coveralls, smelting or pouring or something. Quaint, right? Sculptors. I'll bet this whole magazine publishing thing was their idea.
UPDATE: Margaret has the text of the review posted on her website here.
Take deep, cleansing breaths...feel your heart rate slowing down...clear your mind of your day-to-day concerns...and consider: What the heck was I doing in July of 2009?
Well, if you were me (and it turns out I was), then you were contemplating Margaret Boozer's installation of arcs and mounds of salmon-colored mud spread across the polished floors of the Katzen.I subsequently wrote an appreciation of said installation for Sculpture Magazine...which is just now hitting the newsstands with their June 2010 issue.
Astounding, right? It's a virtual time capsule on glossy printed paper! I'll bet the editors are all sitting in smoke-filled offices, tapping on their IBM Selectrics, using carbon paper, etc.
Want to read it? Well, prepare to have your mind totally blown: You can't see it online! Yup, you have to send the folks at Sculpture Magazine a check, and then they send it to you through the USPS or something.
Or go steal a copy from the house of one of your sculptor friends. Really, it's OK: They're probably off somewhere in their grimy coveralls, smelting or pouring or something. Quaint, right? Sculptors. I'll bet this whole magazine publishing thing was their idea.
UPDATE: Margaret has the text of the review posted on her website here.
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