Monday, September 25, 2017

LETTER OF APPRECIATION TO BROAD

LETTER  APPRECIATION TO BROAD


DEAR DIRECTOR OF THE BROAD, JOANNE HEYLER,


Words pale as I attempt to find a way to thank your Museum and all concerned with last Saturday night's event that allowed me to be Mother Teresa in such a satisfying way ...


As an artist in my 70th decade, I feel honored to have been treated with such a high level of professional care and concern for all aspects of my Mother Teresa concept.


For many, many weeks, Darin and I talked on the phone/email and I felt I was in great hands. All was noted/agreed to/ detailed by him and then confirmed in contract/email form by him with enthusiasm and expertise......from the cake, to tickets to getting to your site from NY; we talked about  snacks in the room where we prepared for our performance; we talked details that I hadn't even thought of!
I will always remember how excited we became when we discussed the cake for the first time and then when it was given an ok, how super excited again we got when Darin/Jana and I talked out the design and words on it! Was it you Darin , yes it was, who suggested the MOTHER TERESA photo?  Brilliant. It's all in the details.


And then Jana entered the picture on a day-to-day basis and we communicated about thousands of details from guest list to parking vouchers, from how many chairs to many other issues about how to make the endurance work easily and effortlessly. And all of that she did in her angel-no worry, voice. I didn't worry!!!!


The entire event was a collaboration in the best sense:
From Darin's eagerness to make this a professionally golden/sterling event for us and the audience, on every level.
From Ron's invite to me, asking me to participate in his version of ORACLE and suggesting Kae would be a wonderful "caregiver" for aging Mother.
From Ron's majestic cake cutting and birthday celebration offering a piece of cake from a jeroboam-sized object of edible art, the likes of which will never  be ever seen again because it was that majestic and HUGE and according to participants very delicious!
From Kae's  ability to consistently perform "crowd" control as art while maintaining a beautiful ADDICTED TO LOVE visage.
From the brilliant LED Lights and ninja warrior-like sound people's ability to make it all visually/aurally magical.
From Jana's always being there with solutions of detail after detail after detail in liaison with Darin!!!!
And there were many others whose names I don't know......PR, documentation...and more. Be sure to thank them for me.


I came away from that event knowing that I had been inspired by the Broad and was left with this new question, "How can I now serve others as brilliantly and generously as the Broad served art and life Saturday night?"


With gratitude,
Linda Mary Montano

I AM NATURAL

I AM NATURAL



I am very,  very  not natural


to be natural, one must very relaxed, like an infant without judgments, without memory, without negative EMOTION


to be natural one must be alike a trusting animal


to be natural, one must be without fear


to be natural one must have a heart


to be natural one must expect good




to be natural one must forgive yesterday and tomorrow


to be natural one must eat with joy


to be natural one must be like water


to be natural one must be happy to be  NOW


I am NOT NATURAL


Linda

THE REAL OPENING: CATSKILL/KIKI SMITH


THE REAL OPENING

THE REAL OPENING;  LINDA MARY MONTANO, AUGUST 2017


WIKIPEDIA SAYS:


"ART: Art is a diverse range of human activities in creating visual, auditory or performing artifacts (artworks), expressing the author's imaginative or technical skill, intended to be appreciated for their beauty or emotional power. In their most general form these activities include the production of works of art, the criticism of art, the study of the history of art, and the aesthetic dissemination of art.
The oldest documented forms of art are visual arts, which include creation of images or objects in fields including today painting, sculpture, printmaking, photography, and other visual media."


 Schmoozing/drinking/eye avoiding/art acquiring/twin frocking/knowledge brandishing/social guffawing/eye meeting/body showing of plumage as well as cleavage are some of the activities that happen at art openings which occur at places housing sometimes great, sometimes good, sometimes mediocre, sometimes vacuous "art"  for a day, week , month or sometimes forever.  At these gatherings,  depending on the carriage of the presenting artist in question, hoards of culture aficionados and critics and rich millennials and those wanting to taste the appetizers crowd rooms teeming with objects d'art but what always transpires is not just  art but a magical transfer of attention from the artist's work to the people looking at the artist's work.
It is totally embarrassing because it becomes a game of who's here, who's not here and there are always overheard, sniped, back handed comments like:  "Oh Kevin, (nudge nudge) there's Karen. I thought that she and Ana broke up!"  These not uncommon, mean spirited  parlances  and free floating quips about the artist, or quips about the other fan based guests there, or quips about the era that the art reminds them of, or quips about the methodology employed by the artist are often overheard as  people cue to see the "ART."  But wait, forget the artist's sculpture, forget the artist's  tapestry because those non breathing objects are not really being seen but are  recorded on iPhones for further perusal and then thrown up on Facebook as proof of one-up-man-shipped, envy producing attendance at this historic event. Almost with overarching pride the post might say:  "Guess where I went  Saturday night!  To  _________'s opening!!!!!  It was fabulous." ( Inner voice: " Ha, ha." )
In the meantime, at the opening in question, performances of people crowding into intolerably hot, summer-of-no-AC rooms playing tribes-r-us,  smelling each other's stale breath and very sweaty August weathered underarms wet with excitement and pheromones is what is really happening. And after all of that cajoling , that brushing against each other and after a pretty good champagne buzz comes the internal-secret mantra: "Hmmmmmmm maybe I wont go home alone tonight."   Art openings are about sex.



WIKIPEDIA SAYS:



"Belongingness is the human emotional need to be an accepted member of a group. Whether it is family, friends, co-workers, a religion, or something else, people tend to have an 'inherent' desire to belong and be an important part of something greater than themselves. This implies a relationship that is greater than simple acquaintance or familiarity. The need to belong is the need to give, and receive attention to, and from, others.
Belonging is a strong and inevitable feeling that exists in human nature. To belong or not to belong can occur due to choices of one's self, or the choices of others. Not everyone has the same life and interests, hence not everyone belongs to the same thing or person. Without belonging, one cannot identify themselves as clearly, thus having difficulties communicating with and relating to their surroundings."


Was that why I was there that hot August night? Was I in need of a hit of Belongingness? Not sure. All I do know is that I had morphed into teen angst and excitement because I might see "HER,"  that is the artist "showing" at the museum that night. A big cult favorite. In fact, I actually dressed a little better because I wanted to 1. meet "HER" for the first time and 2. co-celebrate our mutual friend who came to us both via a college internship. Those January and February months, a bright star young woman named R, brilliantly worked herself into our mutual art/lives. Yes that's why I was there, not to find  someone to go home with but  to see HER.  And I would have said, because I rehearsed saying this: "How could someone so young ( R ) be so shining, be so smart, be so talented and so willing to joyfully help us both with our work?" I assumed and was assured by ( R ) that artist 1, ( HER/SHE ) was happy to get up in the morning and play art=life with R. I definitely was. So I was on the lookout, smelling the air. Where is SHE? I'm sure she will like me because I know  R, right?



WIKIPEDIA SAYS:


"An internship is a job training for white collar and professional careers.

Internships for professional careers are similar in some ways but not as rigorous as apprenticeships for professions, trade and vocational jobs,but the lack of standardisation and oversight leaves the term open to broad interpretation. Interns may be college or university students, high school students, or post-graduate adults. These positions may be paid or unpaid and are usually temporary.
Generally, an internship consists of an exchange of services for experience between the student and an organization. Students can also use an internship to determine if they have an interest in a particular career, to create a network of contacts, to acquire a recommendation letter to add to their curriculum vitae, or to gain school credit. Some interns find permanent, paid employment with the organizations for which they worked upon completion of the internship. This can be a significant benefit to the employer as experienced interns often need little or no training when they begin regular employment. It also helps an employer in gauging a student's aptitude, since grade inflation has undermined the reliability of academic grades. Unlike a trainee program, employment at the completion of an internship is not guaranteed."


Usually I run in and out of openings so as to avoid the schmoozing and slobbering pecks on cheeks but this one, not so. I was a girl on a mission. I wanted to tell HER about R, remember? Typically, in the past, never wanting to impinge on the privacy of the artiste, I became an adept at giving and taking space, coming and going to openings in ninja fashion, always passing up the opportunity to net work for a show, chat up a colleague for a book contract or pass around a home-made business card to a dealer. There are reasons. Once, when I was in my twenties, I had overdone it with a "Famous" artist and embarrassed myself and so vowed never to do that again. How could I overdo it I wondered since that was so long ago and  encounter styles, customs and methods of social interactions had changed? Now my exuberance was probably cool? Back then I smiled too broadly, talked about their work without knowing shit, I even alerted them to my new project in an unpronounceable back water village. By the way, the list of opportunities to bully another with one's equally great  greatness is endless.


But I surprised myself that night by being  glad to see a few friends, actually hugging  three of them but was incessantly looking, scouting, keeping my eyes peeled for HER. Didn't she know that I had something important to tell her?
Because I don't chat people up, a term someone I know  says she does and I notice that she does it ad nausea, I  finished all that I could do/see in the museum and then winds shifted  as if I were enveloped in a cult classic movie scenario. I could FEEL IT. A storm was in the air and the psychic weather changed although it didn't create rain or hail or blow over precariously rooted trees. What I felt was a massive focus on ME! That is, people began looking at me in doppelganger fashion. WTF i'm not her!!! Was it my orange Kurta that stood out like neon in that all black world of art opening goers? Didn't they know that I never wanted to upstage the artist being honored that night? And then I got it, it wasn't my Kurta but my almost white HAIR!!!!!! They were hungry for HER white hair but  I was so unconvincingly  "convincing " as HER that the  group began scapegoating me, suffocating me, wanting me,  photographing me and one group of Asians even asked me to  stand with their Doll daughter for a photo op because, "We LOVE Your work."  (They were talking to HER in me.) I stupidly said, "I'm not HER," although i'm a doppelganger-Warholian adept and could have sucked up the mistaken identity and enjoyed the conceptual twist of transference. That is, their hunger for HER had morphed me into her double. It was all about the HUNGER FOR THE ART GENIUS. And when the friend I was standing with said, " Why are all these people photographing us?" I frantically ran for my car, frightening those folks still pouring in the gates, thinking the star of the show was leaving even before they got there. Confused by my fear-display, they clutched each other's hands tightly while walking up the hill in their search for HER, no doubt.



Once in my car, hyperventilating from the escape, I assured myself that honest to God, I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't wash my hair or style it to look like HER HAIR but that's what happens when you keep your fans waiting; they seize the moment and that night, I was a seized moment. 
Another persona has been added to my growing list.


WIKIPEDIA SAYS:



"A big-box store (also supercenter, superstore, or megastore) is a physically large retail establishment, usually part of a chain. The term sometimes also refers, by extension, to the company that operates the store. The store may sell general dry goods, in which case it is a department store, or may be limited to a particular specialty (such establishments are often called "category killers") or may also sell groceries, in which case some countries (mostly in Europe) use the term hypermarket.
Typical architectural characteristics include the following:
  • Large, free-standing, cuboid, generally single-floor structure built on a concrete slab. The flat roof and ceiling trusses are generally made of steel, and the walls are concrete block clad in metal or masonry siding.
  • The structure typically sits in the middle of a large, paved parking lot, sometimes referred to as a "sea of asphalt." It is meant to be accessed by vehicle, rather than by pedestrians.[1]
  • Floor space several times greater than traditional retailers in the sector, providing for a large amount of merchandise; in North America, generally more than 50,000 square feet (4650 m²), sometimes approaching 200,000 square feet (18,600 m²), though varying by sector and market. In countries where space is at a premium, such as the United Kingdom, the relevant numbers are smaller and stores are more likely to have two or more floors.
Commercially, big-box stores can be broken down into two categories: general merchandise (examples include Walmart and Target), and specialty stores (such as Menards, Barnes & Noble, or Best Buy) which specialize in goods within a specific range, such as hardware, books, or consumer electronics respectively. In the late 20th and early 21st centuries, many traditional retailers—such as Tesco and Praktiker opened stores in the big-box-store format in an effort to compete with big-box chains, which are expanding internationally as their home markets reach maturity."


My car-tomb-studio became a cooling station of retreat and I thought while driving: is it because I was born in a small village, to a family verging on working class, having never gone on vacation with them as a child, or even to a restaurant, that I was 456% more comfortable stopping at the big box Price Chopper to buy groceries and chat-up the woman shelving the green beans? That visit to her produced in me a much happier mental state  than the one I felt going to that swanky opening for the arty entitled rich? She cried when she told me that she didn't get to say good-bye to her father in law who died suddenly at the VA hospital Friday night. He had COPD and had choked on a piece of chicken the week before.


WIKIPEDIA SAYS:



In philosophy, happiness translates the Greek concept of eudaimonia, and refers to the good life, or flourishing, rather than simply an emotion.
In psychology, happiness is a mental or emotional state of well-being which can be defined by, among others, positive or pleasant emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy. Happy mental states may reflect judgements by a person about their overall well-being.
Since the 1960s, happiness research has been conducted in a wide variety of scientific disciplines, including gerontology, social psychology, clinical and medical research and happiness economics.
The United Nations declared 20 March the International Day of Happiness to recognise the relevance of happiness and well-being as universal goals."



LINDA MARY MONTANO, AUGUST 2017

DORSKY AS BOB DYLAN WITH JOAN BAEZ

DORSKY




Thursday, October 5, 12 noon – 3 pm                                                                                            
Performance: Artist  ARTISTS Linda MARY Montano as Bob Dylan/AMANDA HEIDEL AS JOAN BAEZAppearing on the SUNY New Paltz campus as Bob Dylan, NYFA Fellow Linda Mary Montano’s performance WITH AMANDA HEIDEL becomes a suspension of disbelief. Montano iMONTANO s a seminal figure in contemporary feminist performance art and her work since the mid-1960s has been critical in the development of  PERFORMANCE AND video by, for, and about women. Attempting to dissolve the boundaries between art and life, Montano continues to actively explore her art/life through shared experience, role adoption, and intricate life altering ceremonies, some of which last for seven or more years. Her artwork is starkly autobiographical and often concerned with personal and spiritual transformation Montano’s influence is wide ranging – she has been featured at museums including The New Museum in New York, MOCA San Francisco and the ICA in London.

DAD ART EXPLANATION

DAD ART. EXPLANATION


DAD  ART : LIFE AND NOT ART

I returned to upstate NY in 1998 and began driving my then ok dad to appointments/doctors/bank/church  and we began a video collaboration, documenting suppers together, watching tv etc.
A tragic accident at  physical therapy, eventuated in a stroke and a 3 year 24-7 caring for dad at  home.
My camera was on and became I shield I hid behind because the pain of losing my friend, my father, was too much.
I became his care-manager and filmed up to and after his death and funeral.
The resulting 2 and a half to 3 hour "performance" is not art but a way to study impermanence via artifacts and performance.

it includes  4-5 collaborators who perform actions on stage while film is shown.
I sing (sometime with piano sometimes not)  7 of his favorite songs.
A procession to "burn" the written "letters to death" written during the performance ends the process.

This you tube is from one of the few times I shared DAD ART as a memorial with friends.                   
https://youtu.be/mYO_-pFvu4A

I would be honored to share DAD ART again at a venue that would bring this teaching of impermanence to others via LIFE-ART.

Linda Mary Montano
lindamontano@hotmail.com
845 399 2502

LINDA ON HER ART

LINDA ON HER ART

 
 
"When I began, a performance artist was someone who had permission to explore dreams, fantasies, nightmares, traumas, illness, food, nothing from the culture or everything from the culture. (We) felt extremely comfortable not knowing anything and not being able to do anything, but to go into the liminal world of dream, imagination, and luminosity. I work extremely autobiographically. If I have something wrong with me, I make a video or a performance. If I have something right... with me, I make a video or a performance or write a book. Need completely drives me. I read about the neuro-plasticity of the brain and the research being done on creativity and meditation and the ability for a creative mind to fix things. I am fascinated with the miraculous powers of the brain and art to heal, to mend the broken. My art also celebrates the ecstatic. My process is to work. Art is my job, and it’s also how I make a living." Great interview with Linda Mary Montano
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