Exhibition of Master Ceramic Sculptor Chris Gustin Saturday, February 23rd

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Come meet Master sculptor Chris Gustin and experience his awesome wood-fired ceramic works at his opening exhibition from 6pm to 9pm at KAJ Gallery. Wine and light hors d’oeuvres will be served. The show will be held in conjunction with our other show just a mile away at the Naples Art, Antiques and Jewelry Show (booth 211). That show runs from the 23rd to the 26th. I have free passes to that show for 2 while supplies last .

Don’t miss this rare opportunity to meet and experience the works of one of the greatest living ceramic sculptors in America.

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SELECTED PUBLIC/CORPORATE COLLECTIONS

Archie Bray Foundation; Helena, MT
ASU Ceramic Research Center; Tempe, AZ
Art Complex Museum; Duxbury, MA
Belger Art Center; Kansas City, MO
New Bedford Whaling Museum; New Bedford, MA
Ceramics Monthly Magazine
Crocker Art Museum; Sacramento, CA
Currier Museum of Art; Manchester, NH
Daum Museum of Art; Sedalia, MO
DePauw Museum of Art
Detroit Institute of Art
Everson Museum of Art, NY
First Bank Systems, St. Paul, MN
Fuller Craft Museum; Brockton, MA
Georgia State University
The Graham Collection; Paul Melon Art Center, CT
Icheon World Ceramic Center; Icheon, Korea
Johnson County Community College, KS
Kalamazoo Institute of the Arts, MI
Kemper Museum of Art; Kansas City, MO
Los Angeles County Museum of Art
Minneapolis Institute of the Arts
Mint Museum of Craft; Charlotte, NC
Museum of Art and Design, NY
Museum of Craft and Folk Art; San Francisco, CA
Museo de Azulejo; Lisbon, Portugal
The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston; Houston, TX
Newark Museum of Art, NJ
New Bedford Whaling Museum; New Bedford, MA
New York State College of Ceramics at Alfred
Nora Eccles Harrison Museum of Art; Logan, UT
Racine Art Museum; Racine, WI
Rayovac Corporation; Madison, WI
Renwick Gallery of the Museum of American Art;
Smithsonian; Washington, DC
Rhode Island School of Design Art Museum
San Angelo Museum of Fine Arts, TX
Scottsdale Museum of Contemporary Art; Scottsdale, AZ
Shigaraki Ceramic Cultural Park; Japan
Shiwan Treasure Pottery Museum; P.R. China
Sonnenschein, Nath and Rosenthal; KC, MO
The St. Paul Companies, St. Paul, MN
Victoria and Albert Museum; London, UK
Weber State College; Ogden, Utah
Yingge Ceramics Museum; Taipei, Taiwan

ART FACT FRIDAY (ON SATURDAY)

The marble slab that was eventually turned into the sculpture of David by Michelangelo in 1504 was cut 43 years earlier for an artist named Agostino di Duccio, who planned to turn it into a statue of Hercules. Di Duccio abandoned his sculpture, which was originally to be installed in a Florentine cathedral, and the marble was unused for 10 years until another sculptor, named Antonio Rossellino, decided to work with it. Rossellino also abandoned his work because he found marble too difficult to sculpt, and eventually Michelangelo began work on his sculpture in 1501.

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This is Art

An old art school friend gave me this poem back in day, and I still think it captures the essence of what art is.

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CLAES OLDENBURG I Am for an Art (1961) I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum. I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given the chance of having a starting point of zero. I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap & still comes out on top. I am for an art chat imitates the human, that is comic, if necessary, or violent, or whatever is necessary. I am for an art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself. I am for an artist who vanishes, turning up in a white cap painting signs or hallways. I am for art that comes out of a chimney like black hair and scatters in the sky. I am for art that spills out of an old man’s purse when he is bounced off a passing fender. I am for the art out of a doggy’s mouth, falling five stories from the roof. I am for the art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper. I am for an art that joggles like everyone’s knees, when the bus traverses an excavation. I am for art that is smoked, like a cigarette, smells, like a pair of shoes. I am for art that flaps like a flag, or helps blow noses, like a handkerchief. I am for art that is put on and taken off, like pants, which develops holes, like socks. which is eaten, like a piece of pie, or abandoned which great contempt, like a piece of shit. I am for art covered with bandages. I am for art that limps and rolls and runs and jumps. I am for art that comes in a can or washes up on the shore. I am for art that coils and grunts like a wrestler. I am for art that sheds hair. I am for art you can sit on. I am for art you can pick your nose with or stub your toes on. I am for art from a pocket, from deep channels of the ear, from the edge of a knife. From the corners of the mouth, stuck in the eve or worn on che wrist. I am for art under the skirts, and the art of pinching cockroaches. I am for the art of conversation between the sidewalk and a blind man’s metal stick. I am for-the art that grows in a pot, that comes down out of the skies at night, like lightning, chat hides in the clouds and growls. I am for art that is flipped on and off with a switch. I am for art that unfolds like a map, that you can squeeze, like your sweety’s arm, or kiss, like a pet dog. Which expands and squeaks, like an accordion, which you can spill your dinner on, like an old tablecloth. I am for an art that you can hammer with, stitch with, sew with, paste with, file with. I am for an art that tells you the time of day, or where such and such a street is. I am for an art that helps old ladies across the street. I am for the art of the washing machine. I am for the art of a government check. I am for the art of last war’s raincoat. I am for the art that comes up in fogs from sewer-holes in winter. I am for the art that splits when you step on a frozen puddle. I am for the worm’s art inside the apple. I am for the art of sweat that develops between crossed legs. I am for the art of neck-hair and caked tea-cups, for the art between the tines of restaurant forks, for the odor of boiling dishwater. I am for the art of sailing on Sunday, and the art of red and white gasoline pumps. I am for the art of bright blue factory columns and blinking biscuit signs. I am for the art of cheap plaster and enamel. I am for the art of worn marble and smashed slate. I am for the art of rolling cobblestones and sliding sand. I am for the art of slag and black coal. I am for the art of dead birds. I am for the art of scratchings in the asphalt, daubing at the walls. I am for the art of bending and kicking metal and breaking glass, and pulling at things to make them fan down. I am for the art of punching and skinned knees and sat-on bananas. I am for the art of kids’ smells. I am for the art of mama-babble. I am for the art of bar-babble, tooth-picking, beerdrinking, egg-salting, insulting. I am for the art of falling off a barstool. I am for the art of underwear and the art of taxicabs. I am for the art of ice-cream cones dropped on concrete. I am for the majestic art of dog-turds, rising like cathedrals. I am for the blinking arts, lighting up the night. I am for art falling, splashing, wiggling, jumping, going on and off. I am for the art of fat truck-tires and black eyes. I am for Kool-art, 7-UP art, Pepsi-art, Sunshine art, 39 cents art, 15 cents art, Vatronol art, Dro-bomb art, Vam art, Menthol art, L & M art, Ex-lax art, Venida art, Heaven Hill art, Pamryl art, San-o-med art, Rx art, 9.99 art, Now art, New art, How art, Fire sale art, Last Chance art, Only art, Diamond art, Tomorrow art, Franks art, Ducks art, Meat-o-rama art. I am for the art of bread wet by rain. I am for the rats’ dance between floors. I am for the art of flies walking on a slick pear in the electric light. I am for the art of soggy onions and firm green shoots. I am for the art of clicking among the nuts when the roaches come and go. I am for the brown sad art of rotting apples. I am for the art of meowls and clatter of cats and for the art of their dumb electric eyes. I am for the white art of refrigerators and their muscular openings and closings. I am for the art of rust and mold. I am for the art of hearts, funeral hearts or sweetheart full of nougat. I am for the art of worn meathooks and singing barrels of red, white blue and yellow meat. I am for the art of things lost or thrown away, coming home from school. I am for the art of cock-and-ball trees and flying cows and the noise of rectangles and squares. I am for the art of crayons and weak gray pencil-lead, and grainy wash and sticky oil paint, and the art of windshield wipers and the art of the finger on a cold window, on dusty steel or in he bubbles on the sides of a bathtub. I am for the art of teddy-bears and guns and decapitated rabbits, exploded umbrellas, raped beds, chairs with their brown bones broken, burning trees, firecracker ends, chicken bones, pigeon bones and boxes with men sleeping in them. I am for the art of slightly rotten funeral flowers, hung bloody rabbits and wrinkly yellow chickens, bass drums & tambourines, and plastic phonographs. I am for the art of abandoned boxes, tied like pharaohs. I am for an art of watertanks and speeding clouds and flapping shades. I am for U.S. Government Inspected Art, Grade A art, Regular Price art, Yellow Ripe art, Extra Fancy art, Readv-to-eat art, Best-for-less art, Ready-to-cook art, Fullv cleaned art, Spend Less art, Eat Better art, Ham art, pork art, chicken art, tomato art, banana art, apple art, turkey art, cake art, cookie art. add: I am for an art that is combed down, that is hung from each ear, that is laid on the lips under the eyes, that is shaved from the legs, that is brushed on the teeth, that is fixed on the thighs, that is slipped on the foot. square which becomes blobby.