In our artwork we look at ourselves, laugh at ourselves, consciously or unconsciously paint ourselves. Or we gaze into others' eyes and try to turn our paint into their emotions. We may lose the human figure in its surroundings, or let it overpower the space. Or perhaps we abstract it so much no one else knows it's human. There are as many ways to look at humanity as there are people looking. And the latest show at the Rosenblatt Gallery features four very different artists, Davey Noble, Eriks Johnson, Virgi Driscoll, and Nancy Lamers, painting their fellow earthlings.
We dipped into spring for a while before churches chimed midnight on 12/31/10. Spring didn’t lead into summer, instead lead to midwinter mutters, though it wasn’t midwinter. Yes, 2011 began with howls of wind.
It's all about the students. That realization triggered a friendship between my husband Adolph and Jo Pulver which lasted over 40 years until she died last Friday. Adolph taught art at UWM, and Jo was the advisor for Fine Arts students. Whenever a student had a problem, with another faculty member, with grades, with scheduling, or perhaps with more personal issues, Adolph could depend on Jo to be the perfect intermediary.
Each motion of the dancer flowed flawlessly into the next, like waves advancing or grasses in wind, and I sat entranced. Then it was over. The applause was enthusiastic, but not enthusiastic enough for the friend seated next to me. “What’s the matter with Milwaukee? In New York a performance like that would have brought down the house!” he exclaimed.