August 9, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
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Fire was a potential threat atop Mount Diablo on this day. There was a sign posted at the entrance of the state park warning of the dangers of the dry climate. It’s appropriate that, roughly 1,000 meters above sea level … Continue reading
August 1, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
Comments Off on InPraiseOf Rewind: Art in the Tuckus – Franz West at the BMA
Austrian artist Franz West passed away last week, at the age of 65. A talented sculpture, satirist, performance artist and jokester, West’s work made its way a Baltimore a few years ago for an exhibit at the Baltimore Museum of Art. … Continue reading
August 1, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
Comments Off on Movies: Of Art and The Edges
Great artists are that through one part inheritance and one part hard work. Give us Malcolm Gladwell’s 10,000 Hours and most of us could paint solid brush strokes or build quality sculptures. The want to create is fleeting, though, and … Continue reading
July 24, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
Comments Off on Manifesto Of A Festival Dancing Man
Goddamn, I am fucked up. But there’s a good beat drumming from inside of me and I need to let loose for these people. This shit! It was my song, back when my brain worked. Cameo, En Vogue, Cool … Continue reading
July 24, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
Comments Off on English Haiku: Corpse Pose
Deep shavasana, broken by Foxtrot searchlights. Summer yoga in Baltimore. -G. Hunter
July 23, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
Comments Off on Gallery: Domino’s New Orleans, Banksy, Artscape
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July 5, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
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Sundays are apparently quiet affairs at the Food Market. In the evenings, the new Hampden restaurant’s amenities include valet parking, late night tapas, craft beer, and, on weekend nights, a 45 minute waiting list. Walking by the glass windows … Continue reading
June 23, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
Comments Off on Quirkiness and the Corner Zombies
A zoological exhibit. Or its equivalent. That’s how the man carrying ice blocks wrapped in plastic describes this mosaic. He spits. The saliva curdles on asphalt. Those who smell of money only gaze upon a gorilla in a ballcap, … Continue reading
May 10, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
Comments Off on At The End Of (Laundry) Time
You are naked, save for your white lace cartoon kitten underwear. they’re all that’s left; the clothes rise before you in a pyramid. How did the pile grow so high, the cotton, these wools and flannel? You, bare, stare at … Continue reading
April 26, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
Comments Off on Scenes In A Baltimore Music Exhibition: Big Freedia at The Golden West
I didn’t know white people could dance like this. This is not a pejorative. I was genuinely proud of our collective efforts.