Opening in London on Thursday: Luke Drozd, Colin Clark + Michael Lawton…
Are you in London? Shit, are you in the UK? Shit more, are you within a few hours’ reach of that fancy town? Then you should probably stroll over to The Fleat Pit on Thursday, February 4th. Our good friend Luke Drozd is in the show “The New New Black Mountain,” along with fellow artists Colin Clark and Michael Lawton.
This is where I would normally post a flyer, but the only one I have is about .0343823 pixels wide. And unless you’ve got a powerful telescope or a sweet magnifying glass powerful enough to fry an egg, well, there’s no point in posting it. Just be certain that Luke is dope and you should peep his game.
That said, details are below. Along with some semi-schizo information posted about the show. Luke is crazy. Which makes him even more rad. (That’s right, I said rad.) Now get over to the show, pronto!
» Show: “The New New Black Mountain”
» Who: Luke Drozd, Colin Clark, Michael Lawton
» Where: The Flea Pit, 49 Columbia Road, London E2 7RG, England
» When: Thursday, February 4th, 2009, 6-9pm
» Runs: Through February 28th
» Info: thefleatpit.com
About The New New Black Mountain.
Sunday. I spent this morning reading Saturday’s Guardian. Starting at the back, I tried yesterday’s Sudoku puzzle. Working forward (through the past), I looked at yesterday’s obituaries. Mathematics and narrative. There’s logic in reading about the recently deceased in old newspapers.
Regardless of how newly out-dated the events, new new-ness, and black mountain-ness, should’ve been filling my thoughts. Serendipitously, a ghostly aide memoir appeared.
Yesterday’s celebrated life was Kenneth Nolan, a spectral alumnus of The Black Mountain College, a recipient of it’s social and liberal arts education. A pupil of Josef and Annie Albers and Buckminster Fuller, a peer of Robert Rauschenberg, John Cage and Merce Cunningham.
This plot is not mathematically factual, but makes for a good story.
There is no college on the New New Black Mountain, I checked on Google Earth, even at a ratio 1:1, a useless tracing shows no sign of anything educational. Can a mountain peak be new? And is ‘New New’ a joke on art school jokes? (Do two news make an old?)
Perhaps this exhibition constitutes a mapping of this doubly new and dark territory, or a potential mapping of a de-territorialisation.
From the pen of the Secretary of the New New Black Mountaineering Club
