Monday, May 19, 2014

Installation Views / Solo Show / Deep Ellum Windows, Dallas

Installation views of my work from the recent solo show:

 "Performance Artifacts and Documentation"
Deep Ellum Windows
2604 Main Street • Dallas
May 10-17, 2014
Personae (1998-2014)

 Wheel of Right Turning (2005)

Installation View (2014)

 Dream Ladder (foreground) (2014)
and The Year of Bleeding Profusely (background) (2013)
Performance Artifacts (The Worker) (2013)

 Eating, Drinking (2013)
Last Night I Didn't Get to Sleep At All (left) (2001)
and I Don't Know How to Love Him (right) (2001)

Performance Artifact (The Prisoner) (2005)
Performance Artifact (The Prisoner) (2005)

Installation Views / Solo Show / Beefhaus, Dallas

Installation views and a video of my work from the recent solo show:

 "Reach Inside to See the Stars"
833 Exposition Avenue • Dallas

April 26 - May 8, 2014

  Beefhaus Performance (2014)

 Transformation Deity (2014)

Gone, Gone, Gone Beyond (2014)
Temple Dancer (performance view) (2014)

Journey (performance view) (2014)

Dream Ladder (performance view) (2014)

Dakini Lamps (2014)
Bardos of the Night (detail) (2014)
Dream Ladder and Stacks (2014)
Performance Artifact (Kashaya) (2014)

Closing Party and Collaborative Performance

Monday, May 5, 2014

Performance Artifacts and Documentation

Deep Ellum Windows presents:
Randall Garrett "Performance Artifacts and Documentation"
May 10 - 17, 2014
opening reception: Sat. 5/10 7-10 pm
2604 Main Street • Dallas

 Temple Dancer (2014)

A selection of artifacts and documentation from 15 years in performance by Randall Garrett will go on view as a part of the Deep Ellum Windows series on May 10th. Works on view will include performance paintings, collage, sculpture, installation, and documentation in the form of photography and video.
 The Prisoner (2005)
The show will span the period from Garrett's first performance, the techno and club influenced RXS persona of Last Dance (1999), to the utilitarian Worker from Back Alley Bodhisattvas (2003) to Bloom in the Ghetto (2007), and The Worker (2013), the Prisoner from Diverging Roads (2005) and Libera Me (2006), and the more recent Temple Dancer from Bardos of the Night (2014).

lt.: The Worker (2004) rt.: Last Dance (1999)
A video projection will show documentation of several performances, and large scale and sequential performance paintings from 2013 will also be on view.

I Don't Know How to Love Him (2001)

 The artist has had solo shows in Dallas, Houston, and Chicago, along with group exhibitions in New York, Miami, Santa Fe, and Ft. Worth. He is currently the gallery director at El Centro College in Dallas, after directing the gallery at Richland College (1998-2009) and was the founder and director of Plush Gallery (2000-2012).

 Eating, Drinking (2013)

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Beefhaus Spoken Word Set List (05.03.14)

Traffic (2013)

Summer early evening traffic heat bleach blonde long hair skinny chick lookin' dude rocking out to metal air drumming on the steering wheel as he rolls by.

Slapstick (2014)

So it's the tail end of this action packed day, and I'm doing great, meeting all my deadlines, and as I stroll out of the last meeting of the day, walking confidently away from the building and toward the parking garage, I take my eye off the sidewalk to look at a stray cat across the way and... miss the curb, falling in slow motion now and realizing I'm falling, let myself go, landing in a heap on the concrete, my bag next to me. Picking myself up, I chuckle at my clumsiness, and glance around to see if anyone saw me fall.

Working (2014)

Walking into the factory yard, I climb in through an open window, and stumble over a table filled with art. Dropping to the floor, I step onto a small painting, and look up to see Johnny Cash, busily working there among the many paintings laying on the work tables. Walking past him, I apologize, saying "I'm sorry Mr. Cash, I'll be out of your way shortly". He nods and continues, without looking up.

Snake Kiss (2013)

Holding a black snake in my hands, tightly. I loosen my grip and let it unwind, watching my fear rise as it does. Cupping my hands, I raise it near my face to look at it more closely. As I do, it moves close, and I resist the urge to tighten my grip. Its head lifts up, it looks me straight in the eyes and opens its jaws, lightly grasping my mouth in a tender kiss.

Scripture (2014)

My sangha is the stars in the night sky, the trees and also the wind that blows through them, the apparent solidity of rocks and earth, the water, both flowing and still, the creature friends moving and breathing, and all the forms my awareness rests in.

Columbus Circle (2013)
Sunny, brutal cold winter afternoon, walking through the midst of a sprawling fight at Columbus Circle. young toughs tangle on the sidewalk, then up, strutting with theatrical gestures and threats in lieu of fisticuffs. "I'm coming back, alright, and when I do, I will light this place up."

Temple Offering (2014)
She is there, and I, on the long wooden boat poling through the canals of the ancient city. We drift up to a small mud enclosure, there in the dirty water, a temple with two thin Indian boys sitting on the walls. Pulling out two coins with a blue copper patina, I hand them to the boys in offering, then look back toward her laying there in the boat. I place my hands in prayer pose up to my third eye in blessing, as we slowly float away.

Blood Moon (2014)

So I've been laying there about forty-five minutes, staring up into the sky, and suddenly this truck pulls up, headlights aimed right at my head. Parking, a young guy hops out, trucker cap, unshaven, and reeking of alcohol. He staggers past me, pulls out a cigarette, lights it, looks up at the blood red moon, and says, "dude, that's bad-ass". We exchange small talk as he paces back and forth, and finishing his smoke, he says, "I'm gonna go inside and pass out now".

Lying back again, I look up into the blackness, and there she is, if I allow myself, to be mesmerized by her beauty, glowing like a sacred heart surrounded by diamonds, somewhere down among Virgo's dancing feet, the night still and bearing a silent witness, and Mars there too, hanging out to see what's next.

Dr. J. (2014)

Home boys blowin' smoke in the crisp night air of a pickup basketball game, as high above the stars twinkle, same as they have on a few hundred billion other nights, and I notice for the first time that Betelgeuse pulses red every few seconds, and that the dimmer stars come into focus when you're not really looking at them, and how I used to practice really hard, thinking I was gonna be able to slam dunk some day. I could touch the rim, at least. (01.21.14)

Revery (2014)

 I remember that night, and you back in the room crying,
Our first big fight, and me walking alone on the beach,
Drunk and so in love with it all, a million stars spinning in the sky
Above me, losing myself and falling back on the sand,
Staring up now into infinity, some kind of revery.

Day Efe (2014)

Alguna parte tengo tres cientos y cincuenta pesos sobre de mi ultimo viaje ala D.F. Pero todo que puedo encontrar es seis monedas de peso. Mañana tengo que llegar desde el aeropuerto hasta el Zocalo vía del Metro. Tengo seis pesos. Ella. Justo. Posible. Hacer.

Flying in, volcanic ash fills the sky for miles around. Descending now, the sky clears and there she lies: endless structures surrounded by mountains, in a bowl of green foliage. And we touch down in clear light of morning.

What do mariachis do when they're not playing? They stand around looking cool, that's what they do.

All along the dirty streets and endless corridors of Mercado Lagunilla, blown by the cool breeze, on into Plaza Garibaldi, stray dogs and mariachis wander aimlessly   in search of a song, or someone to listen.

Bear Ballet (2013)

Down in a corner of the ranch, I spy a huge bear coming my way, head lowered. It runs up to me and I rub it on the snout, then we head out across the open field. Running along, we jump into the air, backs together, spinning, our feet entwined in a joyous celebration of life. We continue this dance, jumping and turning in the air, as the scene fades.

Joaquin Phoenix (2009)

 Last night I dreamt that Joaquin Phoenix, dressed in rockabilly gear, slicked back hair was driving me through the streets of L.A. at high speeds. He was behind the wheel of a tricked out low-rider with a giant jewel encrusted chain steering wheel.

Spin (2013)

Walking out in the cold dark wintry night, stars spinning in the sky, no one and nothing around, yet feeling only gratitude. To be born into this world and to experience all of the sensations of this body: fear, solitude, uncertainty, the wonder and blessing of it all. The cold wind pushing through, the ghostlike shadows, the uneven road, the missed opportunities, the stories told and untold, and all that remains unknown on this journey.