Art Nerd Invasion Presents: George Hearts Maria
Opening: September 1st, 2012
On September 1st, Art Nerd Invasion and Lori Zimmer present “George Hearts Maria,” a Victorian pop-up plucked out of history and taking root in Helium Cowboy’s summer group show. The parasitic gallery takes residence on the gallery floor, amidst the summer group show. Inside the appendage-gallery is a pristine Victorian sitting room, complete with a collection of eye miniatures.
“George Hearts Maria” asks contemporary artists to pay tribute to the star crossed lovers, and reinterpret the lost art historical tradition of eye miniatures, adding a modernist skew to the once romantic art movement.
Limited edition print sets of select works, inside a custom screen printed box will be available from 1xRun.com, as well as eye miniature buttons will be given away to visitors to the gallery on opening night.
Helium Cowboy Artspace
Bäckerbreitergang 75 | 20355 Hamburg, Germany
The irony is that, at the moment I decided to start blogging more thoroughly for you, I got glomped with such a hellwave of work that I never leave the house. Still I’m going to try. Not least so I remember what I’ve done, and not just a tangle of ink lines.
Strapping menfolk spent two days in a woodshop making me all the frames for Shell Game. They look hella good. Thank you so much Rich Clark
Came home to Romney stickers. Demographic targeting money well spent!
Made a poster for Russian art punk heroines Pussy Riot. Received the silkscreens of another poster job for Seekrit Fancy Client
Read biographies of Gainsbourg and Tsvetayeva.
Started Syntagma Athena, my sixth Shell Game painting, on Greece. Finished Discordia, my art/journalism project on Greece with Laurie Penny. I can’t show you yet
Painted, never enough, on the fifth Shell Game painting, Our Lady of Liberty Park, which is about OWS. The lady wears a ruff made of kettle netting.
Sketched out a contorting Stoya for a private mural commission
Now my hand hurts wickedly, and I have to punch it to keep going, but I’m enjoying the calm isolation of work. I read about Diego Rivera and imagine him doing his frescos at The National Palace. Sixteen hours a day on the scaffolding, shooting at conservatives coming to deface his murals, racing against the drying plaster. For years. Monstrous prolificness. I imagine him racing across the walls like John Henry racing the steam drill through the mountain. Then I make my little efforts.