Effect was Ephemeral
Friday, June 6, 1998
I am walking along the concourse at the Empire Plaza,
after the last long day of a long week. Kevin, my student
accompanying me and we're talking about the Computer Art
organized by Paul Miyamoto, which is still hanging at the
Kevin mentions the review Bill Jaeger wrote for the Times
Sunday, "Simplistic Art in RCCA Show".
Kevin was especially interested
because he helped me staple the large head portraits of
and Chevy Chase to the wall. Kevin came to the opening
housemates and this was his first time participating in
an art opening
and then reading about it.
"He certainly didn't like the show", I tell
"What do you mean?", he asks.
"Well, for starters, he called it a prime example of
state of contemporary computer art.'"
"Sure, but how could computer art be anything but
"Good point!", I say.
"Well anyhow, he did seem to like your head-shots.
Or at least I
think he did. I mean, he got the idea of artist versus
and he did say they were enjoyable" says Kevin.
"But then he also said", he continues
"that the effect was ephemeral..."
Suddenly a harsh voice booms at us, "Yo,
punk! You talkin t'me?!"
I turn to see that we've pulled up next to one of two
sweeping the concourse hallway. They've recently started
work-release inmates from the local prison to do the
at the Plaza. This guy's a giant, towering over Kevin,
already a lot taller than me. He's glaring down at Kevin
me the evil eye.
"Oh no," answers Kevin, "we were just
talking about some artists."
"Unh..." says the big guy, and turns back to
"That was a close one." I think, as we sashay
out the building.