On Blogging for Lunch Money
It LOOKS like this Blog is becoming MORE and MORE about blogging. Blogging is an interesting topic and I’m sure you could read up about it until the exploited farmed mammals come home. Yet, what is it, really?
For Frau Kolb, Talkinggrid, is in part a public diary, an ongoing and shifting record of emotional states… lately, it changes daily and has taken on an intensity which reflects my actual sense of self.
That happens, I guess, as an artist blogger finds time for sneaking more words on the “edges of days,” tucking them in while the children and husband sleep… I slip out of bed and into the infinite.. The words are a gift to myself. Yet, the thought of you reading them helps the words manifest in greater abundance… thus, I write more. You read… you send me LUNCH MONEY… Businesses buy ads, individuals create accounts, others LOOK at the art… the sketches, the drawings, the paintings… to be found deep in the bowels of this meandering way-too-personal intimate art chat web-site knit for you, nice & cozy, by your host, Frau Kolb.”Zoom In With Frau Kolb,” if you require more of this unique art infused spiritual spree through a garden of refreshing perspective(s).
Really, the freedom of independent blogging of it is almost too much, everyday, I can OPEN up like a morning glory and give you a look into the synaptic leaps the thunderous gray matter encased within the well rounded skull of everyone’s favorite self centered intimate art chat provide. This daily blogging experience is the equivalent of jumping into the Pacific and realizing how big it is.
ON THE CHANGING TOPIC
Dear Loyal Talkinggrid Readers,
There is so much to click and cling to on the internet. We can spend hours on-line getting a little of this and that out, a chuckle, an image, a lesson, a fun fact, a horror story… porn. The internet… I met my husband on-line and I go on-line everyday. I like typing, quick conversations over Facebook messenger with interesting artists, writers, art collectors, consultants… fill the corners of my day. I appreciate that anyone takes the time to visit this site and so many of you have expressed enjoyment, mirth, interest, and curiosity about Frau Kolb and The Talkinggrid, which is right now, me, myself, and I… keep writing… and I’m glad you keep reading and well… we continue.
Lately, I’ve been writing about some of the ways I turned having advanced cancer into an advantage or "blessing.” Discussing in public, personal health concerns is a bit awkward. Yet, I know, that I’m grateful for everyone that stands up and shows that life with cancer is just that, LIFE with cancer… Not a constant “fight,” but rather the JOY that it really is… even chronic illness should not inbibit your love of living. Yet, I must admit that writing about the horror, the horror… always brings back how hard it really was to be without hair and worse… the vomiting induced by chemo, the blackened nails, the surgeries,ect… I never really dove into it because when it was happening I was so present that I did not allow myself to anticipate pain or to experience anything that wasn’t actually happening. So, I could focus on “how pretty,” the MRI scanner was or how “Nice and kind,” my nurse or doctor was (thus, prompting better care). Now, I’m in a different place and I’ve gone into my memories and I find that my imagination can make it all feel as though it were happening now. Strange, right?
Well, I’m going to stop writing about this topic, even though I have a lot to share (because I wrote a whole unpublished book “Cancer with Style,” in which I had 100 Things I Loved about having breast cancer) unless it becomes clear that you really need me to continue, in that case, I will. Yet, I’d rather go back to investing my mental energy on how great it really is to feel the breeze, see the ice crystals, fire, light, sunshine, rain, and snow… oh! There is so much to write about and I’m still calling this the New Year, because… well… that works for me, anyway… we continue.
Now that I’m changing topics… What would you like to read here, on talkinggrid.com, what if Talkinggrid were your opperation would you like it to do for you? Do you have a project you would like help with or are you an artist interested in collaboration, cross promotion… well let us know, Talkinggrid, might take your flaky idea seriously and then we can gorge ourselves on cherry pie.
Ok?
Best,
Frau Kolb
PS: I’m very tempted to start writing about “lessons,” I learned from my X boyfriends… but that brings us back to well erotica, if not… porn.
ON Floundering
The focus I set for this page was ART. Contemporary, mostly. I planned on going out on an ever increasing ART-A-THON. You know, more and more ART adventure, culminating in an epic feast celebrating our BIG achievements and AWESOME art adventures. I was feeling so secure in my vision that I began to invite others into it, like a play structure in the middle of a city park.
Forgive me that I've lost my way.
I'm thinking more about THE HOME, lately. Since, March.
I've put my focus on HOME and HEARTH.
Once in-a-while, a news story… something juicy and controversial gets me splashing emotionally in the ocean of opinion, for a second or two… then I relax and I remember: my way is to FLOAT. I float over troubled times and swim above the clouds left by great bombs in history.
Successfully, I've re-invented myself dozens of times and keep discovering more talent within. For example: I LIKE to clean! My whole life I'd convinced myself that I HATED cleaning. Recently, I realized… NO! I LOVE CLEANING. The reason I thought I HATED cleaning, my whole life, until NOW, was that well… my mom LOVES cleaning… and I even though I really dig earsing famous artist's drawings and my mother always HATED my huge collection of erasers and random pieces of paper, from type to rag, I used to hoard, neatly in my closet, back when I was a smaller version of myself.
Anyway... write your own blog IF you don't LIKE mine. I keep writing here mostly because I sometimes have something to say on ART butt lately… I'm floundering. Oh well… Maybe I will enroll in an ART for ART fried ART folk-culture class at the local community college. Maybe… I will discover a more interesting direction for this freakin' web-site of writings and art by an independent female pigment slinger.
Yours truly,
Frau Kolb
A Lamentation for a DEAD BOY
Selfie by Frau Kolb, "IN HONOR of A Hoodie wearing human." © 2013, all rights reserved
Dear Freinds, Family, and OTHERS,
WE have come together on this morning to morn the death of a boy. Yes, he was killed. Yes, he was walking alone. Yes, he had a pack of artificially colored, flavor enhanced, plastic coated candies in hand. He did. He did ALL fo the above and NOW he's DEAD.
Of course, his family are upset. They say it isn't fair. They cry. They hurt. But, from a certain perspective, BROWN HUMANS serve well for target practice and the fact of killing unarmed brown children is A-OK in THAT twisted context.
NO PROBLEM!
NO ISSUE!
NO JUSTICE!
Ass, you can tell, I'm a little pissed about this latest NEWS story, butt I'm even more pissed to be pissed off angry, dejected, HURT by the NEWS of children dying just because, children killing is OK in video games and we all LOVE a good murder mystery. WE delight in the vicous triumph of GOOD over EVIL. To some people, Zimmerman, was justifiied in killing a traditional enemy, a pest, before it could grow more powerful and perhaps threaten the existing, "white," power structure.
Now, I put "white," in quotations, because I believe it to be a big part of the problem we face is that some people call themselves "white," whereas others are NOT, "white," they are sometimes called, "BLACK," or "RED," and even, "Yellow," in the same color-coded system that divides the pie in uneven slices. The function of the feast is to serve KINGS with almost the entire pie and for all the other people to get crumbs. It doesn't matter your "race," if you believe this BS you short change yourself becaue YOU isolate yourself and miss out on all the abundance of universal LOVE and happiness that could be yours and is mine, on occasion.
Even today, ass I write this angry letter to NO ONE in particular, I am content enough because I can write, read, and think. Mostly, thanks to my beautiful father, who was once a poor boy, near starving, shining shoes to help feed himself and family, growing up in a famously corrupt colonial power and YET kept afloat by his staunch belief that EVERYTHING was somehow…always, weirdly and wildly... alright.
Forever,
Frau Kolb
Dear Paula Deen,
Detail of, "Eat Crow, Paula," by Frau Kolb © 2013, Acrylic on canvas 12x9", all rights reserved.
I don’t know you. I did not even know of you before last week. Forgive me, but I don’t watch commercial television and I absolutely never would trust a cook that looked like you (overweight, flabby…) to instruct me on any issue related even tangentially to nutrition. In other words, even the junkiest comestible that I might consider ingesting is informed by my concern for the planet and my individual wellbeing. Moreover, it is likely to be the brand of gourmet and/or even organic junk sold at Whole Foods, where I most frequently invest the bulk of my sufficient grocery budget. Anyway, I cook. I cook everyday for my family, because I CARE about FOOD and nutrition. It is a spiritual concern for me. Anyway, Madame Deen, you have becomem pertinent, timely, of interest, since it became public that YOU causually use the N word with glib innocence of how very BAD a career strategy for a television/celebrity chef purporting to cook Southern FOOD, but actually altering the history of the southern cooking to erase the influence of African cuisine upon the dishes traditionally prepared in the South.
Now, I wouldn’t be writing you a letter IF I had not had the pleasure of reading a letter written by Michael W. Twitty.
I also, by the way took the time to see this nasty little clip where YOU humiliate a man, on camera, in order to "show," how harmless your verbal whip is.
Paula Deen Defended Souther Atttitude Towards Race In Fall 2012 by Joe Satran for Huffington Post.
Here is an article by Janus Adams, for the Huffington Post, examining both the letter and the incident.
For those of you that need more information about the details of this case: Here is a useful link by Daryl K. Washington for "Black Legal Issues," on-line.
The evidently brilliant culinary historian, Michael W. Twitty, and Souther Food, expert, eloquently addresses you and the public, with the aplump and verve of a diplomat, inviting you to the table of reconciliation, forgiveness, and mutual respect. This move, or action, has profoundly impressed me. This letter is a splendid piece of writing, delightul to read. I have rarely read such a moving letter, it is just short of the biblical… anyway… it is amazingly well written and reading it I learned that BBQ is a direct import from the people that were kidnapped and brought in chains like fruit stacked in the bottom of dirty disease ridden ships to the New World, the people that were scattered like seeds across the Atlantic (WHO KNEW?) the people that brought drum music and songs with that beat, the root of ROCK n’ ROLL, WE ALL LOVE.
(Oh, how proud I am that around fifty percent of my blood is of the beautiful ripe plum toned people of mother AFRICA!) I am proud of my color, my heritage, my accent, my good looks, my physical strength, verbal accumen, my English, my Spanish, my colonial past. I am also, like the vast majority of American African people, a mix of human stock. I am Anglo-Celtic (ethnically) and Spanish (language and blood line). I am at ease with being the child of multiple cultures, many peoples, at times enemies, at times best friends, lovers, HUMANS angry and bitter one second and sweet as cherries the next… OH, Paula…. You fat ugly cow! YOU got me thinking! Consider that! I am actually THINKING about YOU! Hah! Ass a classist elitist ivy-league Manhattanite ART brat, I look down on YOU! Get THAT! I think I am BETTER! (Butt not really, Paula, I know we know YOU know you are a bigger ass because YOU make tons of money selling your shit and I'm a little independent artist writing this shit for virtually for FREE) Hah! (WE humans LOVE being superior and I'm NO different, really.) NOW: I’m THE ASSHOLE, right?
Anyway, I think... we ALL take turns being assholes no matter how hard some of us try not to be because the price of civilization, thus far is SLAVERY. (Just go ask Plato how he got to The Symposium and he will tell you he was carried through the dirty muddy alleys of Athens via imported SLAVE labor.) Everywhere all over the world there are slaves working, RIGHT NOW to make the crap we buy and throw away without even thinking. YOU see ALL that garbage on the streets? All that shit was once shiny new shit waiting to be bought and discarded. It was made by workers, here with little and elsewhere with virtually NO RIGHTS in far away or "exotic," places we'd rather forget and therefore don't even bother thinking about. Tragic. Right?
I am annoyed by so many things, lately… I could go on and on Paula, but I won’t bore you with my superior rant. I will go out and pick up some garbage or play on electric keyboard some scattered lazy music. Or I might go play on Facebook with my fabulous artist friends. I am FREE so I can do whatever I want.
I know Paul that IF you could you’d buy me and my kids and whip us IF we did not dance fast enough at your freakin’ southern wedding.
I’m writing this letter to YOU. I know you will not ever read it. I know even IF did read IT (can you actually read, Dear? IF you can, read some Bell Hooks, why don't you?) you will NOT get it. I know that you KNOW that I know that WE know that it is a NO KNOW to say the “N,” word, for YOU or ME, ever again. You got that Paula? IF so, get your fat flabby melanin deficient self (I wouldn’t say all this to your diabetic face, butt I know you ain’t gonna be reading this random little web-site read mostly by artists like Terry Amig and other progressive smARTy pants. Hah!) go down, on September 7th 2013, to Shitoric Stagville, in North Carolina, so you can break some bread with someone that actually would eat with you. I am not sure that I would or could because YOU and I do not have the same diet.
Go cook and eat with a person that is willing to embrace you, forgive you. Please WILL some peace and love between us BLACK (bullshit! skin can be the color of coffee or night butt NEVER actually black) and WHITE (pretty piggy pink, like you or delicious cream like my loving German husband, butt never actually WHITE, call yourself WHITE and know I hear you thinking you are "pure," like SNOW and that you deserve more cherries in your freakin' slice of the United States of American pie, which we, actually, ALL bake together every day of every week, in perpetuity). "Cousins," sisters, twins ONE and ALL in THE Fun-House mirror, of the media where clowns like YOU and… perhaps… me (a little, LIKE you, ain't I?) are magnified and glorified and turned into people that pay other people’s bills (thanks for paying your "workers," Paula, unlike your granddaddy).
*Also special thanks to, artist, Dave Stull, for not allowing me to get all high and mighty about myself, ass though I don’t have my own prejudice and nasty side to contend with and, while I’m at it, special thanks to Joseph Campbell, Karl Jung, and YOU for reading this fairly flip and not entirely thought out semi-secret letter to Madame Dean.
**Also, thank you ARTIST BARRY. You got me to pay attention to the Dean debacle.
Yours truly,
Frau Kolb
On the Way Back to LA
Playa del Rey, California
2 May 2013
Try this next time you have a flight pending:
Go to a great restaurant and order yourself a great meal. Eat it. In the ideal restaurant, the meal is enormous. It is meant to fill you up with raw pleasure MORE than once.
The steak from Smith and Wollenski’s in Philadelphia made my flight home heavenly, ease. Yeah. Yes the porterhouse steak for two, was that good. The service, Fabian, was perfect: professional, earnest, and prompt. This location, over looking Rittenhouse Square is date worthy.
The cherry bloosoms in ripe fullness of SPRING! The image of joy on my husband's face as he sipped his glass of a bold deep red with hints of pepper and chocolate. YUM!
Or was it the memories of happy shopping in Philadelphia that make so happy on the flight home, back to LA?
In just 24 hours, I accomplished SO MUCH!
Thank you, Macy’s in downtown Philadelphia for the tremendous service. Specifically, Nicklaus was amazing. He was the paradigm of sales virtue helping me earnestly to collect the objects that will buffer my soul and comfort my body. His friendly, focused service made it possible for me to achieve the (almost) impossible mission I'd set before myself: create a wonderful HOME, a retreat, a secret sanctuary for my loving husband, for myself, and the kids.
HOME: a place to return to. It is the place where you base yourself. It is from where you grow and expanding reaching out to the dazzling universe with ever changing interests and goals. It is where your books are waiting for you to read them. It is where your clothing hangs. It is your nest, your hide-out. It is where you charge your batteries. It is where you hang out in your underware and eat cereal in bed. Home is more than an address, a roof, a fridge, and a shower stall. Home is one's own private paradise, a Utopian kindgdom, a perfect cubby for the brain and body. At BEST, home is sacred territory and must be treated as such.
I stormed through the store and purchased all the required elements for a domestic paradise. Breifly I was stranded, not trusting the rude boys that showed up to help me based upon my (BAD) Craigslist search for HELP transporting all my new treasures "back to the ranch." Thanks to Über, a marvelous on-line, ap-based service, I was able to use my iphone and call for a car, an SUV truck, in disco black and equipped with party lights and booze (I did not indulge, this time) precisely when I needed one. WHAT A WONDEROUS AGE we live in!
Exactly then LIKE a bling BLING BLACK man-knight-giant: Emmanuel C. came to my rescue. He is a hyper street smart, super ghetto fabulous, savvy, entrepreneur and business-man TAXI driver. He had, “no problem,” helping me to get my many new housewares back to the NEW HOME, a little rental somewhere in Philadelphia. He also recommended the precisely right furniture store.
AGAIN, I blitzed in and got the goods. Tamara, the saleswoman there really went out of her way to help me get the most comfortable and lovely home furnishings IMMEDIATELY. Would you believe that we arranged for delivery THAT VERY SAME NIGHT???
Yes, it is true. We did. Thus, after eleven pm the movers arrived and they delivered and installed everything before midnight. I was just about to turn into a pumpkin when WHAM! They were GONE! Presto. I had a room full of new furnishings. Amazing.
This morning, after a few important meetings, I went back to Macy’s where I dropped more cash on ideal home-wares, getting the final needed nothings, the little tools of the kitchen, porcelains, high thread count cotton sheets, and other everyday marvels that will make our world a cozy place. Based on the series of successful visits, starting with the first one, in the shoe department… on another visit to marvelous Philadelphia… (I'd popped into the crowded shoe department and the saleswoman was so patient and understanding of my skinny feet. She got me pair after pair of shoes until we found a pair I love. She persisted. She endured, like Nicklaus. He also gave of himself. Thus making my frenzied shopping extravaganza a productive and worth mentioning experience.
The sum of my growing experience of life in Philadelphia is that it is a city one can proudly call, “HOME!”
By the way, IF I’d have another day in Philadelphia there is no way I’d miss the OUTSIDER ART Exhibit.
And YOU know how much I crave dancing with the BRIDE.
(I’d LOVE to get nude and MOVE it around Duchamp’s cracked masterpiece…
Butt, that is another story… Hah!)
Love,
Frau
Getting READY to GO DOWNTOWN to ART WALK in Los Angeles.
Tonight we focus on Skip Snow's Project ART Exchange at Blackstone Gallery
Ja!
Blackstone Gallery
Fine Art Exhibitions
901 S. Broadway
Los Angeles, CA 90015
Thur - Sat / 1pm - 7 pm/ or by appointment
(310) 869-5799
(909) 746- 6308
blackstonegallery2013@yahoo.com
Join Skip Snow, Todd Gray, and Frau Kolb
Tonight, INDOORS for the first time!
A Bitter Winter Holiday Message
Photo published with permission of the artist: December 's Miracle.(©) Dec.17. 2012. Photo. By Selin Sinan Uz. For all the Angels I miss.
Dear Friends,
The last few days… well, we are a different nation, now. The HORROR! THE unbearable and almost unspeakable HORROR of the killing spree which took place a few days ago, leaving twenty-seven dead, marks the end of our ability to romp around the issue of gun control. We can no longer pretend that it is OK for the insane to easily access weapons with which they can and do, hurt en masse. WE are all hurting, reeling from the impact of this HORROR!
Of course, our pain is not in the same order of magnitude as the pain of the people who lost their children, so suddenly. We can pray for them and the children that survived the HORROR. We can send support and think of ways to help long term. But, what is most important is that all those people died for, at the very least, a change in legislation which will make this a nation where children can expect to come home from school.
Violent video games and movies that feature men mowing down men, in endless battles for drugs or honor, loot or points, worth nothing but the time wasted watching, acclimating to concepts of evil… making murder look normal, banal, and no more important than flicking a switch. The cracked skulls of football players, the broken faces of boxers, the continuing lust for entertainment which hinges on the possibility of impairment all need to be reconsidered. I know I'm not going to let my boy play with guns and go hunting. We don't kill for sport.
(However, we eat meat. We have canine teeth and we are carnivores. The methods by which animals are slaughtered in farms are not as cruel as the methods devised by animals in the wild and the animals we farm would not exist, cows for example would not be able to survive in the wild, they can not, after all run very far or fast. Moreover, animals in the wild generally die of starvation because, hunting is NOT easy or reliable. The reason I bring this up is because I've always struggled with the morals of meat eating, my mother was a---mostly---vegetarian, until one night in Montana I heard one animal killing another, all night, the prey cried and cried. I will never forget the HORROR of it. Yet, I know that one animal taking another's life to live, to feed, to stave off hunger is not the same as an being taking the life of another for sport, or worse, malice in my book. However, I respect and admire those that disagree with me and abstain from meat eating. YOU are doing something good for the planet and please continue. I want you to know I'm a friend and supporter of vegetarians and vegans. Anyway…)
The children and women that were murdered by the sick young man that had access to his mother's gun collection are the victims of a political indifference which must end NOW. The argument that guns play a legitimate role in civilian life holds no water. The second amendment was written with muskets and pistols in mind, not the kind of weaponry we know now and which has absolutely no place in contemporary society. None.
Now, that said, I want to wish YOU a HAPPY HOLIDAY, because we are here to LOVE each other and we are here to care about one another. The holidays are an opportunity to reflect on love. Love is the exact opposite and antidote of THE HORROR! Love is respect, cherishing, and nurturing for the divine in ourselves and others. I love. I care. I thank goodness that I am capable of loving and caring and I wish that every human on the planet find LOVE, caring, and compassion in their lives, in their hearts, and around them this and every holiday season in perpetuity.
Amen.
Best wishes,
Frau Kolb
Click Here to see pictures from the Art Miami Basel 2012
Click Here for Calder, mobile Sculpture, at Art Miami Basel 2012
Miami Images from around the ART Basel!
Thank you,
Frau Kolb
Just in case you missed this important Frau Kolb interview from 2012, during the Armory exhibition here is one of Frau Kolb's interview with power house artist, art professor, and, world class human, Kathy Goodell.
NOW! You can look forward to Talkinggrid's unique coverage of the Miami/Basel Art Fair, 2012.
Exciting!
Awesome NEWS: The Talkinggrid is expanding. Currently, we have an average of thirty original visits per day and most of you use macs, this means that many of you are creative professionals. Two thirds of you are based in California. One third of you live in the tri-state area. There are also some visitors from Great Britain and Germany. Go figure!
The best news is that many of you, more than half, return again and again. You spend an average of SEVEN minutes here. Now, we know your time is precious. We are honored to be so well received and that a growing audience of daring creatives have gathered around this site. Talkinggrid is very pleased that you are reading and watching these intimate art chats with vibrant professional artists and other leaders visual culture. These interviews are a source for understanding the why and how of art, today.
Other great artists, whose fascinating approach to art making, is lightly explored on this site are:
McLean Fahnestock
Rick Prol
Also be aware of original, exclusive, stories CONTRIBUTIONS, submissions by awesome artist/writer: Ola Mañana, and other SOON TO BE REVEALED, special guests.
Exciting!
You can look forward to our planned coverage of the Miami/Basel Art Fair, 2012.
This year, art critic, Ron Schira will add his seasoned, yet fresh, perspective on the show’s merits.
Exciting!
Da BEST NEWS is: Frau Kolb finished the short digital film, "Exchange; Intervention I," with Skip Snow.
Welcome to Intimate Art Adventures with Frau Kolb and the Talkinggrid, a flexible creative circle of art minds and clever smarty pants. The circle is forming around focused art adventures that will blow your mind and excite in you a passion for living NOW.
Live with Frau Kolb and her luxurious understanding of being here NOW. Her world is about loving and living with art and artists. Frau travels to chase down art adventure. She is a huntress for art knowledge and creative experience. Prowess for the art and craft of party and play propel this page. Share in the bounty of her keen eye and avid art enthusiasm. But don't be fooled into thinking that it is all fun and games. Frau Kolb is serious about ART. For this reason, she's devoted her life to the study of art and its history and present manifestations.
Here you will find interviews with contemporary artists, art fair coverage, art chat, and other intimate alternative ART news relevant to people invested in civilization and staunch in the belief that aesthetics matter. An ardent interest in creating fine art adventures and feasting on the delights of civilized life: antiques (coming soon), environmental concern (implicit in our choices), the educational and spiritual benefits of travel, domestic discourse(s), and thrills of museum going.
Contemporary artists vary in practice and purpose like stars differ in gaseous content and intensity. TALKINGGRID focuses on artists whose powerful work ignites reflection. To explore the mysterious drive, which prompts the talented individual to create portals into other (sometimes inner) worlds, new states, eternal dips into the abyss of possibilities, is our mission. Open. Ready. Fire!
Sign on, with Frau Kolb, on an ongoing expedition into a plethora of art worlds. Our host is famously spacey, light hearted, and unafraid of diving into the mysteries of contemporary art, as she explores the vast network of stars, mega-personalities, and blinking dwarfs, which make the vibrant international art community sparkle. Be invigorated by the bubbling stream of video visits with dazzling, interesting, and/or colorful creative individuals; sometimes celebrated, known, and unknown; artists at art fairs, in their studios, during exhibitions, happenings, performances, in galleries, at museums, parties big and small. You can count on Talkinggrid to keep searching for art-work which stops us in our tracks and demands COVERAGE!
"Going UP!" ©Frau Kolb Oct. 2012
This is a standing invitation to join perpetual art celebrant, Frau Kolb: artist, art commentator, art documentarist/digital filmmaker, on a splendid trip to the FAR OUT reaches of the uncharted orbits of remarkable people creating intelligent art work, today. Come into close contact with select contemporary artists via, Frau Kolb's unique understanding of art based on an intuitive grasp and sustained by lifetime of unwavering focus. Allow the Talkinggrid to be a site you frequent for intimate art encounters of unexpected poignancy. Talkinggrid is a site where you can sample a little of the immense spread of ideas, political realities, experimental methods, exotic and ordinary materials, meticulously planned yet apparently spontaneous performances, and ever-expanding technologies which distinguish contemporary art, now.
FYI
November 13th, 2012: Harvest Time! Expanding the Talkinggrid! Expanding into the Universe as Miami Basel, art fair, 2012 approaches.
FRENZY! The pre-MIAMI Basel excitement is building.
We are pleased to announce that Mr. Ron Schira, artist/critic of many years has come aboard! The trip we embark upon is to HIT Miami Beach, ART Basel 2012 in full force of LOVE and happiness. Ja! Based on all the fun we had, the last two years, we are EXCITED about MIAMI Basel 2012!
Frau Kolb is TUXEDO ready for the many events and parties. She is prepared to drink Champagne. TOAST the art market! Cheers to all the attending persons. She will meet UP with truly fabulous people! AGAIN!!! She will interview them and gain knowlege of WHY and HOW they shine, bringing ART brilliance to bare. Did you miss last year's coverage? Well click here if you would like to see her interview artist Trudy Benson.
November 10th, 2012: Harvest Time!
As we WAKE UP to our own potential. All changes.
Now... it is November 10th. The autumn is in full swing. We are getting ready for winter and we are in the middle of it. The leaves have changed IF they were going to and the nights are cold and longer.
Thank goodness for change!
Ah! The opportunity to purge. Yes, purge. Clean house, the autumn means, to me CHANGE is not only ubiquitous, butt always, welcome. Now, in the fall I review my achievements for the year. This year, 2011 was the founding of Talkinggrid as a website not just about Frau, Frau, Frau and her fabulous ART and Frau, Frau, Frau and her million and one amazing ideas, which grow like vines in the Amazon jungle. NO! I let go projects that were not working out and focus on the ones that I LOVE yet they languish, unfinished demanding my time and attention!
This month the Talkinggrid will publish video interviews with Los Angeles based performance artist, Kate Gilbert. This amazing woman artist works with her beautiful body as medium and is willing to push the envelope of meaning, in a pink-high heeled, inch by inch NUDE belly crawl on the sidewalk in front of Coagula Curatorial during Perform in Chinatown. The circumloquacious reasoning behind her enigmatic and impressive performance is revealed in this two-part interview with the artist in her sunny K-TOWN flat.