Here's a digital snap shot of the first Southside All Star, 23rd St., in location. I found this perfect old garage called Brown's Auto Body to serve as the backdrop. The hand-painted slogan on the side of the building read,"You've tried the rest, now try the Best!"
Painted in the two-tone blue and white, it had poles on either side of the garage for me to tie my scenic blanket onto and took on the warm glow of a winter sunset. Mr. Brown even rolled up in his shiny ride during the photoshoot and quietly approved.
Film shots to come.
I just proposed a show I'm calling Southside All Stars. The idea being, that I'll take a look at some of the seedier streets of the rapidly revitalizing neighborhoods of Chattanooga's Southside and make site-specific installations based on my findings at each location. This is the start to the 23rd St. assemblage. The first night of "spatial collage" above, and a drawing for where it could go below. Ultimately, each work will be temporarily installed at a specific location on each street and photographed in color film.
This is the last sprinkle of magic I started in my shared Eastlake studio. I'm now working out of my very own shop mere blocks from home. My first private studio ever! Though I do already miss the conversation with my old shopmates, being lonely has never felt better. Photos of the new studio to and new works in progress to come soon...
Installation shot of Are We There Yet? during November's exhibition at the Philadelphia Sculpture Gym. Below is an excerpt from a review of the show.
Least like anything else in the show, but very much worthy of attention is “Are We There Yet?” by Shane Darwent. Three highway signs intersect with one another in a convoluted conversation revolving around transportation, place, journeys and their ultimate destinations. This piece is rather confusing, and the signs are largely unreadable in their present configuration. It is possible to read “Scenic Overlook” and “Sunset Point” through the jumble, but from the seat of a quick-moving vehicle, it would be next to futile. What is the role of signs if they can’t be read? Why doesn’t life come complete with signs that help us on our way, even if they are difficult to read? On second thought, who’s to say that it doesn’t? Formed from wood that now greatly resembles metal, these converging directions offer us little practical help, but plenty of existential fodder to reconcile.
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