Tuesday, May 31, 2011

New Jersey is for Lovers: Robert McCormack

Anyone know where Teaneck, NJ is? I have no idea, but I'm pretty sure it's sandwiched between Cheesequake and Nutley. Robert McCormack is somewhere in New Jersey but he should be in Hollywood, Southern California. He'd hate it here, but I'd have someone to have lunch with and make fun of the lame-ass, idiot actorers who inhabit this shittin' town. We'd go thrift shopping and read porn mags at Circus of Books. He'd take Scientology I.Q. tests while I look for has-been stars shopping for fashions at Ross Dress-For-Less.

Robert McCormack makes art that reminds me of the men my father used to drink with.  They lived on our block and were always drunk.  Their sons were mean dirt-bags and their daughters were lovely Breck girls who sat around putting mascara and rouge on while listening to the Eagles.  I remember one summer our neighbor's house burned down and one of the daughters cried 'cause all her makeup was destroyed in the fire.  I don't drink now but I can't help but feel tipsy when I look at Robert's stuff.  He makes a lot of work and it's all different and all good.  I like artists who don't care about every single thing looking all the same but who know what they're doing and are not afraid to reach out and bad touch you.

Robert has a art show at Blast Gallery in Teaneck.  Figure out how to get there.  I'm guessing you'd have to get on the New Jersey Transit and look for all the dirty birds getting off at Teaneck to attend his opening on June 4.  Buy something, dear, and send it to your grandma:

Nothing's Natural
June 4–July 5, 2011
Opening reception June 4, 6-9 pm