The title of this post riffs on an annual public performance art festival in New York, which leapt to mind as I saw artist and friend, Elisabeth Mladenov, climb onto a counter to hang a few of her smaller works. What positions don’t we fold ourselves into for the sake of art?
Though as an erstwhile studiomate I’ve seen these pieces before, I surprised by how many more subtle shades of blue and gold I could discern due to the soft natural light streaming through the Union’s skylights.
More than anything, I was delighted to see my very favorite painting among those hung for her last show in Houston. Since the beginning I have only been able to see it as a tree puking (part of the appeal is certainly this edgy display of the raw power of nature, I muse), to which Elisabeth always laughs and confirms the curved, indigo swatch is in fact, a flying fish.
