Food Porn: OUT. New Media Art & Sound Summit: IN.
I mean, I will be spending much of the next two weeks at SVT, because of the two festivals – yeah, just when you thought it was time for a hiatus in the local onslaught of activities: two! more! festivals! – but I won't be there trying to discern where the oil paintings of Beeler's Food Porn show disappeared to.
That's because I happen to know that they're in my house, right now, those paintings: They're being stored there until the New Media Art and Sound Summit, that's taking over all of Salvage Vanguard this coming weekend, has come and gone.
That's right: Once the fleeting NMASS exhibitions of sculpture and 2-D art and video installations are dismantled in the wake of more synthesized music and swirling soundscapes and technological experimentation than you can shake a theremin at – because, whoa, Cinders is playing, and Ichi Ni San Shi, and Jandek, and so many more brilliant and/or atypical acts – once all that's past, I'm saying, those original Beelers that perfectly depict desserts and more savory meals will be remounted in the gallery for a closing reception with the artist.
But I won't be able to keep away from Salvage Vanguard Theater after NMASS clears out and the paintings have been rehung – because the weekend after the long NMASS weekend of the 14-17th, it's time for the annual Big Range Austin Dance Festival, and this year BRADF's founder & artistic director Ellen Bartel has wrangled even more talent than ever before, from Texas and beyond, and those troupes and individuals will be turning SVT into a temple of fierce human kinesis.
And, until the evening of the 23rd, that sweet Food Porn's gonna be back on the lobby walls, too.
So it's not like a person who gives a damn about aesthetic pleasure could keep himself away, y'know?