Ladies and gentlemen, the sweet, intoxicating stench of love is already in the air. It isn't too early to start making plans for this year's Valentine's Day. Before you know it the big day will be right up on you, sinking its sharp fangs deep into your hind parts. Don't be caught unprepared. Start planning today.
Danielle Ferriera's exhibit of organic sculptures crafted from bug parts, dried fruit skins, vegetable peelings, rusty nails and other scavenged bits opens this Friday in the main gallery at the Harwood Art Center. She'll also be selling inexpensive small bronze sculptures and donating the proceeds to Bridging the Worlds Animal Sanctuary. Ferriera's show is just one of many Artscrawl gallery tour exhibits occurring across Albuquerque on Friday from 5 to 8:30 p.m. For the full roster, please call 244-0362 or log on to www.artscrawlabq.org.
As always, this list is both utterly subjective and painfully incomplete. It's also just a little bit ridiculous, of course, to even make such a list. Part of me has always despised this sort of thing. That isn't going to stop me from spewing out my picks, though. At the very least, I'm convinced that all of the following artsy litsy events and artifacts deserve extremely high praise. So here are my picks in no particular order. My apologies to the dozens of worthy performers, artists and writers who I inevitably left out. This doesn't mean I don't love you.
Yeah, sure, Shel Silverstein's crowning accomplishment might be "A Boy Named Sue," the hilarious song popularized by Johnny Cash, but the famous humorist also wrote a bunch of killer short plays. They'll be staged starting this weekend at the Vortex Theatre. Yes, many of them step way over the line, so don't bring the kids. Adults, though, can expect to laugh their asses off. Fridays and Saturdays at 8 p.m. $10 general, $8 students/seniors. Sundays at 6 p.m. $8. Runs through Jan. 23. 247-8600.
Ever since he published The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, Michael Chabon has exhibited a restlessness that would be irritating were not the fruits of this antsiness so delightful. In 2002, he published Summerland a children's novel about baseball that was more fun than a game of catch. In 2003, under the auspices of McSweeney's, Chabon brought out an anthology of adventure stories, whose collective goal was to transcend the "quotidian, plotless, moment-of-truth revelatory story."
Despite the whimpered assertions of hanky-wringing nonny-nonnies, the Internet and e-zines have not spelled the death of the print zine. Each year, Jen Angel and Jason Kucsma, progenitor's of the art and activism magazine, Clamor, work with a volunteer staff to cull the best of the underground press from those articles nominated for possible inclusion in The Zine Yearbook. The 2004 edition includes 52 pieces from those periodicals frequently produced on copiers or Macintosh computers. A few, such as Joshua Bernstein's "Anatomy of an Infestation," about his battle with cockroach insurgents, are entertainingly odd, which, speaking for myself, is so much the joy of zines. The bulk of this book, however, is issue-oriented, centering on relevant points of view ignored by the corporate media, such points of view being beyond number these days.