I made the GF crust and John did the rest. I love it when men know how to cook well! Oh man, did my family make quick work of this...
John was one of my teachers at SMCDAA, a now-defunct experimental art school in Santa Monica, California. John, along with Bob Ebendorf and Bob Wilhite, taught me not only how to use a table saw, planer, and torch, but also how to experiment with other materials in my work. The experience was invaluable and had a very deep influence on what I create now. John is primarily a woodworker, but he's also quite adept with tin, like this little portrait box he gave me years ago:
And this sweet tin truck he made for Dylan's first birthday:
I took John to the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis. I thought he might like to see the beautiful building by Jacques Herzog. There was a pretty nice ceramics exhibit, but I always end up getting depressed by most of the exhibits in there. I'll be happy when we can start seeing less conceptual art in high-brow museums. There, I said it. The sculpture garden, however, is one of the nicest I've ever seen. Here's John in front of Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen's Spoonbridge with Cherry, which has become a Minneapolis icon.
Next up was a trip to Lakewood Cemetery. I know that sounds a bit creepy--bringing a friend to a cemetery--but the cemetery's chapel has the most stunning example of Byzantine mosaic in the country. I swear, this spot is the best-kept secret in town. If you're a beader and find yourself in Minneapolis, you need to go! Just picture each mosaic tile as a Delica bead, and it'll blow your mind. Plus, the architecture of the building is stellar, so non-beading significant others will be happy to get dragged along.
John took off early yesterday. I was so thankful to be able to spend some time catching up, laughing about the old days, and sharing my new life with him. A great break to remember my roots as an artist!

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That tart looked TOO delicious! Thanks for letting us know about the chapel at the cemetery - I've added it to my "places to visit" folder :)
It sounds like you had a great visit! Lots of art!
You know, I can understand your reaction to conceptualist art, but I think everything has a place. Without Conceptualism, the Craft movement that happened as a reaction and in reaction probably wouldn't have happened, at least not on the same timeline. Without the Craft movement of the 70's, the BOOM in today's craft industries probably wouldn't be as strong, supporting makers of things and the people interested in them. Everything is connected, for better or for worse.
P.S. I love that the tin truck he made is a Campbell's truck. Like your last name. :-)
You're right, Andrew. Everything has its place. And don't get me wrong--I like looking at some of it, mostly because it's a historical reference of where we've been, where we're going, etc. But I find most of it is like reading a philosopher's journal. Literally. For instance, framed photos of thoughts sketched on lined paper...in German. Happy to see it in a book so I can read about the concept; tired of seeing it treated with such preciousness on the wall of a museum. I guess after all those years of art school I never was honest about how I felt at a base level about it. And now that I'm middle-aged I'm feeling crotchety enough to admit it!
Yeah, I can understand what you mean. Pretentiousness at any level sucks.
One of my more colorful run-ins with conceptual art was with conceptual feminism. One of the female students passed around journal entries she wrote to the entire class. They were these long dissertations about the concept of being a woman... etc. I raised my hand and asked, "Why are all the periods brownish red?" And she said, "Isn't it obvious? They're made with my menstrual blood." You could hear a pin drop and see all the color rush out of many of the students' faces.
Another highlight of conceptual art in New York City art schools was when a pair of male students proposed to do anal exams of each other with one hand tied behind each of their backs. Lord!
And the bulimia art where students would put food coloring and inks in their liquid of choice and puke it up all over unprimed canvases.
I prefer things behind glass rather than the conceptual performance pieces I've seen. Many of which are still burnt on my mind's eye.
And now, Andrew, you've burned those images into my mind's eye! You know what, though? I'm starting to think we went to the same art school...
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