Back in 2002, we asked the late Lucky Lockhart to create a Christmas flyer for us. This copy of his 8 1/2 by 11 inch composition is from the collection of longtime TRPS board member Mark Rodriguez.
Here’s hoping Santa puts a telltale tube or rectangular parcel under your tree this year, and from all of us at TRPS, Merry TRPSmas!
Last month it was Gary Houston’s “Visual Crap” exhibition at People’s Art of Portland. This month it’s “The Art of Musical Maintenance” at Goodfoot. What’s in Portland’s water, anyway?
Leaving that weighty question aside, from December 3, 2015, through January 27, 2016, Goodfoot will show more than 300 music posters by more than 40 artists, from Brad Klausen to Zoltron. A small selection is shown below, but to see more, visit Expresso Beans. And if you can’t attend the show, visit Goodfoot to check it out—or buy yourself an early Christmas present—from afar.
We have finally posted some of Loretta Baraona’s terrific photos from the Festival of Rock Posters in October. That show was just one of many things we have to be thankful for this year. We hope you feel the same way, and we hope you get to enjoy some time with family and friends as the year winds down to a close.
Your pals at TRPS
The other day I noticed a listing on Gary Houston’s website. It read “Visual Crap: The Poster Work of Voodoo Catbox” and promised an opening at People’s Art of Portland on Saturday, November 21, from 5 to 9.
Now we all know that Gary (seen here at TRPS Festival of Rock Posters in San Francisco last month) enjoys engaging in a bit of self-deprecation every now and then, but this characterization struck me as odd. After all, “crap” is definitely not how I would describe the artist’s work, although I suppose too much of anything can begin to look like crap, probably even more so if you’re the guy who produced the preemptively maligned visuals. To be sure, confronting the 300 or so prints from the last umpteen years that Gary has pulled for this exhibition may overwhelm, or even stupify, some attendees, but I still quibble with the word crap. I like this work too much, and must rise to defend it—if necessary from the artist himself!
On second thought, it’s his show, so I suppose he can call it whatever he likes. All I know is, I wish I was going to be in Portland in the next few weeks to enjoy this rare opportunity to see Gary’s ouevre, as the art-world-types might call it. If you’re planning to go, please send us some snapshots, but not any crappy ones. (Have a great opening, Gary!)