As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
Museum of Modern Arthur
Creative people really jazz me. Joseph Arthur is a creative kat… a musician (a good musician who writes and sings weird, interesting, sublime, demented, twenty-first century psychedelic folk songs) and a painter (a pretty good painter who paints colorful, dissected, distracted, emotional, stringy, twenty-first century pop art) and now a man with a museum (of sorts). MOMAR is a space – a temporary space – in DUMBO Brooklyn that (according to the about page at http://www.museumofmodernarthur.com) can, and will, party. There are some other high minded bullet points on that page that attempt to ground the concept more firmly in artspeak, but really the place seems to be a celebration. It’s that sense of art as a conversation, a chat, a party that has pushed me into posting this (well, that and the fact that Joseph Arthur’s music is hauntingly good). So if you find yourself in DUMBO stop by and talk with some art.
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