Marjorie Wood Gallery

Midge Presents… Stephen Boyer and Jai Carrillo

Sunday, February 15th, 2009 | Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

Stephen Boyer and Jai Carrillo offer a special Valentine’s Day treat this month for Marjorie Wood Gallery visitors: an excerpt from Stephen’s steamy novel Further, accompanied by Jai’s emboidery. Follow this link, and if you’re at work, you might want to close the door…

Enjoy!

Midge Presents: Rita’s Road Trips

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008 | Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

Marjorie Wood Gallery is pleased to present a suite of pictures by Rita Cihlar Hermann, Out of Ordinary. These pictures are a quiet celebration, an honoring, of ordinary people and places–the places overlooked or dismissed, where lives go unexamined. Folks are centered on living life, often unaware of how remarkable “common” is. Out of these ordinary people and places, Rita sees emblems of our humanity, rituals that bestow community on us, individual complexity and the simplicity of our connections. Feeding the need to make a verifying, and terrifying, and healing, connection to the genuine, Rita reveals the magical and profoundly democratic value of photography.

Rita thinks road trips heal the soul. She grew up in the Midwest and left home at age 18 in a 1968 Ford Falcon her mother gave her that broke down right before she dropped out of college. After that her various road trips were conducted via a Chevy pickup truck named Tuna that threw a rod in a Nebraska intersection, a Volkswagen hatchback that leaked gas into the engine block so badly it never had a chance to be named, a Volkswagen Bug named Dub with the floor boards rusting out so water splashed up on the front seat passenger, a Honda Civic named Nerd Car that was hit head on by a wrong-way driver on a California freeway in the pouring rain late for class, a Toyota Tercel named Hank that we drove to Niagara Falls and watched fireworks from stuck in a 4th of July traffic jam, a Geo Metro named Speck that was hit by a deer outside Santa Cruz and blew the air bags, and a Ford Windstar van named The Magic Wagon was bought for a song in Storm Lake, Iowa but the side door falls off if you aren’t careful.

Memphis, Tennessee / Elvis Guard, 1987

Marjorie Wood Gallery Preview: Dickie and Ty

Thursday, June 21st, 2007 | Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

The latest literary adventure from Drew Cushing is next month’s featured exhibition at the Marjorie Wood Gallery. Drew meets Don; Rick meets Don; A 19th century snuffbox; a message from Richard “Dickie” Whorf to Tyrone Power, discovered by chance in a secondhand book shop going-out-of-business sale in San Francisco…

For your viewing and reading pleasure, a preview of the next online literary sensation at Marjorie Wood Gallery…

BELL, BOOK AND SCANDAL; A Pleasure Reader by Drew Cushing

Because You’re Special…

Thursday, April 19th, 2007 | Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

…A very special preview is but a mouse click away! A budding mormon and a budding homosexual–his mission is your reading pleasure. Marjorie Wood Gallery presents David Christensen’s I Hope They Call Me on a Mission. Opening May 1–but for you, check it out today!!

Tanya Hollis & Kevin Killian at Marjorie Wood Gallery

Thursday, March 1st, 2007 | Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

Tanya Hollis’ work in collage is so delicate—so moving and so witty—you almost have to see it in person; so Kevin Killian wrote a sequence of poems to try to fill in the gaps in your apprehension of this inimitable work. If collage has traditionally proceeded through addition and subtraction, Hollis has brought multiplication and division into the mix, a higher algebra to soothe the western shores on which she and her projects now find themselves clinging. Killian’s poems, on the woody subjects he knows best, take off from a different Hollis image each time, and try to leap from shingle to shingle as the house burns down beneath him at the end of the sequence. It just so happens that the artist for whom this on-line gallery is named, was herself an escape artist, and might have enjoyed Hollis’ and Killian’s tributes to her esprit d’escalier.

The Woods by Kevin Killian and Tanya Hollis, online now through April 30 at Marjorie Wood Gallery.

Aaron Noble at Marjorie Wood

Monday, November 6th, 2006 | Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

Aaron Noble’s exhibition, How to Paint Superhero Comics, is the featured work this month and next at the Marjorie Wood Gallery. Aaron approrpriates the visual vocabulary of superhero comics, bending the pencilling, inking and coloring to semi-abstract ends. I’m very pleased to present, now through the end of December…

How to Paint Superhero Comics by Aaron Noble.

Check it out!

New at the Marjorie Wood Gallery

Thursday, March 2nd, 2006 | Art, Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

New this month at the Marjorie Wood Gallery is a survey of works by Me! called Honeymoon Hotel, accompanied by a commissioned prose work by Chana Morgenstern called “3 Rooms.” The exhibition is named after a musical sequence in Busby Berkeley’s 1933Footlight Parade. Berkeley was famous for his large-scale kaleidoscopic film spectacles. I’ve put together a survey of photographic arrays from the past few years, inspired by Berkeley’s abstractions, and am presenting them alongside images of nature, blonde wigs, nude models, and breathing sounds, heightening our sensory experience of this body type on the periphery of the traditionally erotic.

Check it out…
HONEYMOON HOTEL
Now through April 30, online only at the Marjorie Wood Gallery.

Landscapes

Wednesday, January 4th, 2006 | Film, Friends, Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

OMG–last night Davide brought over the creepiest English horror film–The Descent. It’s a film about redemption and forgiveness–that is, the utter impossibility of them. A group of chick spelunkers get lost in an Appalachian cave, and then encounter flesh-eating cave-dudes–and each other. All the male energy is out of control and destructive, while the chicks are powerful and smart and capable, but ultimately doomed. There is an overwhelming birth metaphor, with the girls squirming through tight passages, everything red and bloody. Just when you think our hero(ine) is about to be reborn, shimmying up one final vagina and out through a mesh of pubey shrubbery, she wakes, back in the bloody womb of the cave. There is no escape, only surrender to the reality that life is tough and the flesh-eating cave dudes are going to get you sooner or later.

Moving right along… I’ve just uploaded, for you viewing pleasure, and prior to public release, the latest Marjorie Wood Gallery exhibit. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Kathryn Van Dyke’s LANDSCAPES, and an essay by Arnold J Kemp, EPSIODES. Take a break from whatever you’re doing and be momentarily swept away by the lush imagery and prosaic stylings of these talented aesthetes…

Donal Mosher at MWG

Tuesday, October 4th, 2005 | Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

I’ve just uploaded the new show at the Marjorie Wood Gallery. With plenty of time before the spooks start spooking and the goblins start gobbling, high-tail it over to Donal’s exhibition, LEAVES, and prepare yourself for the Halloween season…

Tuttle, Emily and Amanda

Sunday, July 17th, 2005 | Art, Marjorie Wood Gallery | No Comments

Did anyone else see the Richard Tuttle show at SFMoMA? I’m sure it’ll be over before you know it and we can all get on with ourselves as if it never happened. If anyone was moved by it, please engage me in some dialogue. I am open to being enlightened. On second thought, there were plenty of artists who pushed boundaries–Giotto, Masaccio, Duchamp, etc…—whose works continue to appeal beyond their context. But Tuttle’s work, which I’ve only experienced in little pieces here and there and have liked at times for its relation to its time, here in its entirety, left me numb, feeling like there’s nothing beyond its relation to its time, nothing intrinsically appealing aesthetically or conceptually. The guy’s a little clever, but really… I don’t think I’ve ever been to a museum show before and felt so, just, bereft. If I can convince myself that it’s really about that, I’ll be okay.

But you don’t have to leave town, my friends, not even your comfy chairs, to be aesthetically and conceptually challenged tonight. If you really want to see some exciting new work, just click this way people, to the extraordinary collaboration between observatrix Emily Wilson and fabulist Amanda Davidson, now on view through eternity, at the Marjorie Wood Gallery: Chlorine.

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