KERSTIN BRÄETSCH
BUYBRÄETSCHWÖERST

Opening reception April 15, 6-9pm

with performance by
Debo Eilers / Nic Xedro

Show running from April 15 to May 9, 2009 at BALICEHERTLING

The great fashion brand Slow and Steady Wins the Race and the store Stand-Up Comedy team up to celebrate Northwest ethos. Inspired by the rainy weather and the green nature of the city of Portland, the project brings together a catalogue of rainwear items — trenchcoats, ponchos, rainboots, rain caps, umbrellas and an ultimate cargo backpack carryall – all designed by Slow and Steady Wins the Race. The occasion is also a way to develop some special collaborations dedicated to the green fashion of Portland.

The event will take place Thursday, April 16 from 8 to 10pm at Fourteen30 Contemporary in Portland and the collection will be sale at Stand Up Comedy.

Scout Niblett

It’s Time My Beloved

Baby Emma aka Scout Niblett is back with a two track single It’s Time, My Beloved to be released today on Drag City as a 7″. I haven’t heard it yet I only read the lyrics. But knowing well her music I expect the track to be lightly touching with love and affection and delivering a strong post-poetic imagery! –dp

Also if you’re on the West Coast (lucky you are) don’t miss her upcoming shows

• May 06 Bellingham WA
• May 07 Seattle WA
• May 08 Troutdale OR
• May 09 Portland OR
• May 14 Los Angeles CA
• May 15 Big Sur CA
• May 16 San Francisco CA

Oscar Tuazon’ second solo exhibiton at the gallery Standard in Oslo is an accomplished parti pris. Drawn around the book Leave Me Be written by the artist himself –a fiction that describes the choice of a young man to live in the woods as an engaged way to become unperceivable by and for the others– the show features artworks that not only underlines the significance of the book – a sensory experience. But Tuazon also pushes the journey further by developing a very sexy and totally abstract approach as if you – the public – were flirting with something unfamiliar. –dp

IAAC, IAAP, 2009

LEAVE ME BE #2, 2009

USE IT FOR WHAT IT´S USED FOR (PROTOTYPE), 2009

DWELLING PORTABLY #3, 2009

ISICBD, 2009

“During the course of an evening I had consumed a fair amount of alcohol, inhaled a glass rail and swallowed 5 10mg morphine. I’m definitely not stupid, I just make stupid decisions. Wherever I went I had to travel in wormholes in my mind to get there. It wants us, I can tell. It’s like getting run over by a freight train of nothingness. Typing this sentence took ten minutes, can you imagine. I’m a bit crosseyed as well. There’s a big difference between body stone on datura and this kind of body-blank, because my body itself isn’t blank, just one particular nerocircuit is out: my ability to control my own muscles. A beautiful red plume floating in dirty river water. The light was murky brown and the moon was full.

Flames cast a yellow pall into the open latticework, the upper rooms, a curtained area that didn’t quite reach the ceiling. I drifted in and out, one time finding myself in a lofted entryway complete with clawfoot bathtub, one whom I do not wish to repudiate. C, who brought me there, gently tabled a mirror on four legs in the
cloudy half-light. She placed a brown envelope the length of a half dollar on a marbled plank of pink granite next to me. It felt cool to the touch, white powder flecked with amber, a glassy sky outside above a road I definitely should NOT have been on. Seeing her with the works gave me a persistant bone and she could
see it horizontal through my levis, buffed and worn, a ringed bulge moving freely and agressively. Get over it, get with it, get over on it. Get it over with.

We fucked half wet and came for 30-45 minutes. I eagerly rimmed her, the round bulb taught, muscular, sugary. She was numb, puffy, ginger with the stick, and opened her throat for more. It was glassy, depthless, like if you can imagine a mercury basin, heated and waiting. I slid a finger in her till it was lost. Juices flooded me, partially seeping from my eyes. I could see, but in a watery, abstracted sense. She turned and I took her like that, pinioned and somehow doubled, refracted, thoroughly dilated under the stroke, coquettish but tough– up the dumper. Oh, I know. A cloaked warrior, shady and greedy, exacting and persuasive if I remember right. Lord I’m sorry, I brought this into the world and now it’s gone.”

– Oscar Tuazon, excerpt from Leave Me Be, Paris, 2009

LEAVE ME BE #1, 2009

AFOGNAK ABSTRACT #2, 2009

HOW, 2009

TRANSLUSCENT SCREEN #1, 2009

WET SLAB, 2009