Walking into the Scope tent yesterday was like getting smacked in the face with an art stick. You know, in a good way. Inside, it was a visual sensory overload, with way too much for any normal, methamphetamine-free viewer to see in one trip. Riptide felt like a contestant on Supermarket Sweep, rushing to cram in the best stuff before time ran out.
It didn't matter, though. We were sold before we even saw a single piece of work. How could we be so easy?
Even with all the food and schmooze, two artists stood out. The first was Brooklyn-based sculptor Dean Goelz, who showed creepy, lifelike molds of duck-human hybrids. Check out New Time's crackerjack blogger Kyle Munzenrieder's compilation of unexplained duck-art occurrences at
Goelz's spokesperson,Lee Doran, explained that "people don't quite know how to take" the waddling creatures, but that kids always try to ride them in
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Then there was Virginia-based artist Derick Melander, who used clothing as his figurative paintbrush. He erected a ten-foot statue made of layered garments, gathered mostly from church drives. Melander connects with people through inanimate objects, which could be a weird thing but is pretty cool coming from him. "I get a sense of who wore them," he says. "Sometimes the clothes still smell like cologne -- or have names on the tags."
It reminded Riptide of this one time we checked out a library book and someone had written exactly what we were thinking in the margins. If that makes any sense. At all.
Whatever, the art world isn't logical. Exhibit A: Beer and doughnuts for breakfast.