this is why they call her the captain

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This is an exhibit you should see: http://www.juliannaparr.com/timestamp/

Partly because Julianna (JP) Parr is an amazing artist who has been keeping a diary in drawn, painted and collaged postcards for ten years. Some are rendered in perfect watercolors (I especially liked a painting she did of some peppermints in 1998). Some are doodles. Some are scribbles. Some are poems. Some are portraits. One is a sketch of her skiing, semi out of control, in Mammoth. Some are melancholy and some are funny and many are both.

You should also go, though, because unlike so many art exhibits—which are about Art Appreciation, and you have to be quiet and pretend to know things—this one is kind of a party. JP’s Craft Captain nature can’t help but rear its mohawked head: Hence there’s a cozy, zany Rumpus Room where you can make your own postcards, and a vending machine (at least as of opening night last night) where you can buy stamps and get your fortune told.

I am in the process of composing a postcard to JP to tell her how awesome she is.

Comments

Peter Varvel said…
Wow! What an amazing slide show! Thanks for posting the link.
Tell her your blog readers think she's awesome, too!
The 3 men in a tub reminded me of the Gorillaz, and the pink cupcake driving a car was very Angus Oblong, to me.
Loved it!
August 8, 2008 at 2:57 PM
Cheryl said…
Yeah, she is a talented lady. I think we should all get matching green mullet wigs as an homage.
August 11, 2008 at 1:33 PM
Laura and the family said…
It sounds very interesting. This is a new artist to me. Have you finishing composing a postcard to JP?
August 11, 2008 at 8:34 PM
Cheryl said…
Well...it turns out I don't have her address, which is a key component of the postcard-sending system. Email will have to do.
August 12, 2008 at 11:49 AM
Unknown said…
MUST go to this - are you guys going again?
August 13, 2008 at 10:05 PM
Cheryl said…
I'd be happy to--I think it's up till sometime in September, so yeah, let's make a date!
August 14, 2008 at 9:23 AM
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