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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Do Kaltenbach!

Go see the Stephen Kaltenbach exhibit going through Feb. 21, 2009 at the Verge Gallery. This isn't the Kaltenbach you think you might know. Well, it is. But if your only experience with his work is the barn door sized painting Portrait of My Father in the Crocker Museum's post-modern gallery, then you're in for a surprise. Time capsules. Mines. Great-big-lush-black-velvet holes.


Photographer commands "Push the Kaltenbach!" Wife and Daughter comply (or attempt it.) This piece looks like a large naval mine fished out of the Strait of Hormuz, its detonating nubs polished off before being laid into the gallery. Stand near it long enough and a swollen, dischordant rumble emerges and fills that corner of the gallery.


The Verge is one big gallery surrounded by large artist's studios. Excellent use of the old Napa Auto Parts building at 19th & V Streets. Pictured above is a piece by Liv Moe (one of the primary movers in putting together the Kaltenbach show.)


More of Liv Moe's studio. Tim Foster, our guide through the studios (pictured right) with some Troublemaker.


I was pleased to discover that artist Michael King has a studio at the Verge.

King's street vendor suitcase with various items incorporating his sublime miniature drawings. I collect his wooden nickels, seen on the left panel of the display case and was delighted to pick up two more during this event!
Read Liv Moe's excellent piece on Kaltenbach in the January issue of the Midtown Monthly.