Saturday, December 21, 2013

Crystal Fairy: A Review by Ross Smirnoff

In the opening scene of Sebastian Silva's brilliantly directed film Crystal Fairy, Michael Cera plays Jaime, an American traveler who is snorting coke lines in a house somewhere in Chili.  It's there that he meets a fellow young traveler Crystal Fairy, played by Gaby Hoffman where they end up dancing together discovering that they are both American.  In the bathroom, as Jaime slowly realizes embarrassingly that he can't flush the toilet, a poster of Bosch's masterpiece 'The Garden of Earthly Delights,' on the wall catches Jaime's stoned out eyes as they gaze at the picture with cloudy recognition of dancing birds and human bodies in a orgiastic feast of the senses.  The Americans along with three Chilean friends go on a quest to discover a magical cactus that will either open up their minds to the highest stages of consciousness,  or plummet them into the depths of psychological despair.  They travel to a town to discover the plant, which grows naturally on the natives home property, although is heavily guarded as a sacred right of passage.  There, the crew meets a nice old woman who invites them in, while Jaime cuts off a piece of the cactus with a knife and quickly rushes his friends outside to the car where they drive off to the beach.  At the beach, Jaime begins to cook down the plant while Crystal Fairy opens up the minds of her road companions with her free spirit semantics and constant search for a clear and personal narrative of finding peace in the moment.  In one scene she gives all the "trippers" a crystal that will help open up their minds to personal discovery and positivity.  Jaime becomes annoyed by Crystal Fairy's antics and is constantly disparaging her throughout the film.  When they finally get to the beach and take the drugs, Jaime becomes upset with himself for treating her with such disrespect that he finds her and apologizes.  Their disagreement and reconciliation is not love but friendship and admiration that sets the relationship free and allows Jaime to open up and apologize and confess his appreciation for his new companion.   The road ahead is the path yet discovered.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Frances Ha: A Review by Ross Smirnoff


Living in New York City in 2013 is an enormously expensive enterprise.   Between rent, transportation fare, food costs, bare necessities, you're lucky if you get to experience the real luxuries of life, such as, great dining, travel, new clothes, and shopping.    But what Noah Baumbach's latest film Frances Ha explores more than all these realities is what truly matters in life, real connection with other human beings.  Which is why we fall in love with Greta Gerwig (co-writer with Noah Baumbach,) who play's a 27-year old dancer from Sacramento named Frances, trying to survive as an artist in New York City.  We encounter her experiences through a variety of relationships including, her best friend, boyfriends, and roomates, as well as brief encounters with a dance teacher and friends of friends.  All throughout, we are entranced by Gerwig, who uses the film as a stage for her incredible spontaneity and talent.  She moves us, as we are enriched by her funny randomness, and quick witted banter.  We follow her as she travels, from apartment to apartment, city to city, and country to country.  All the while, we are entranced by her flaws which include, acne, laziness, and boredom. The viewer falls with her, but is also inspired that despite her lack of "reality" in her thinking, she never compromises her artistic soul.  She doesn't cave in and take a job beneath her, rather she is constantly striving to maintain her integrity despite many failed attempts to make her dream come true and become a dancer in a company.  Instead, her teacher urges her to consider her choreography which she praises.  In the end she achieves the success of finding her true voice as a choreographer of dance, landing on her two feet, which is fitting for a dancer.  There's still a lot more work for Frances to do in this world, but at least she has a start and the belief in herself as a person.  Faith in ourselves is the most important road to happiness. 

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Year In Review

My friend Logan K. Young is the editor in chief of Classicalite.com
So far three of my articles have been published and one about my artwork. 
http://www.classicalite.com/tags/ross-smirnoff

I also was in two art shows. 
Sapient Headquarters in Boston and a group show at The Greenpoint Gallery. 

Future publications are in the works. A little too early to announce.  I also have an Etsy storefront coming soon.
Much Love,

Ross Smirnoff

Friday, December 13, 2013

Inside Llewyn Davis: Interpretation by Ross Smirnoff


Inside Llewyn Davis directed by the Coen Brothers is about a young and talented but strained folk singer and guitar player who like all artists is on an undefined quest of artist discovery.   The story takes place in Greenwich Village, 1961 pre-Dylan.  The artist in question is Llewyn Davis who is playing solo after losing his music partner to suicide.   There’s some fine acting in this film.  The scope of the narrative takes place through the eyes of the main character, thus the title reflects the viewers perception of the entire movie through a protagonist.  I don’t think the Coen’s intend you to like this character, however they allow the viewer of the film to become slowly invested in his dilemma as we see through his eyes how every relationship is hijacked by some existential devil pulling the strings making his journey far more difficult to complete.   The film becomes a metaphor of the artistic experience, without the fame, success, and glory.   In fact, the Coen brothers constantly force their character down a road of broken, empty, and fragile delays until at one point in the film, he declares that he is quitting, and that he is “tired.”  It’s at this point of no return, it seems that the figure of Bob Dylan comes in the very end of the film playing the Gaslight for the first time while Lewyn Davis heads out the exit door to get his faced bashed in by the metaphysical representation of God, or so I interpret. While Dylan’s playing in the background with his soulful music that turned him into an artistic icon,  Llewyn Davis is on the floor in the alleyway spitting up blood from his mouth.   The irony of the story peers off the screen through Dylan’s music and the filmgoer is left contemplating all the symbolism that the Coen Brothers put in the film.  A lost box,  a lost cat, a lost soul.  Llweyn Davis is the Ulysses, as they continue to obsess about how the hero must struggle and maybe in the end still never really make it to their desired destination even though they try with so much effort to get somewhere.  Then Dylan arrives, the chosen one in artistic paradise almost without effort, like natural.  Perhaps, the directors point is you’re either "the dude" or your not and the sooner you except that and just stop trying, and instead do, your destiny will be what it is, and was always meant to be.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Winter Drawings by Ross Smirnoff











A Man Without A Country by Kurt Vonnegut


A Man Without A Country by Kurt Vonnegut was the last work while living by the late American Master.   In terms of the kind of books that Vonnegut wrote, this comes off as his farewell to the world.  Is there any hope for us in the end?  Probably not, the author speculates as he comments on the growing population of humans, the lack of finite oil which keeps us buzzing around at 100 mph in our fancy cars as we blow the atmosphere to hell in a hand basket.  So where does one, especially the late master see the silver lining in this thing we call life?  He sees it, of course, in art, but he recommends that one should not get a degree in it because how’s an artist supposed to make a living at it.  But he defends art as being our true virtue because it helps your soul grow.  Other than that he says, our purpose is just to sit and fart around.  Which is why Vonnegut has such a wide readership of fellow humanists, socialists, and intellectuals.  It’s because he give us the truth like a doctor diagnoses a patient’s disease.  In this case, we’re the patient being force-fed a bunch of lies by our oligarchical powers that that drive us constantly to war for no other reason than to perpetuate our world domination.  Vonnnegut, the true artist, is our doctor, telling it like it is for the sake of reasonable people’s sanity, and he recognizes that our numbers our declining as well.  A Man Without A Country is his manifesto on survival.  The author urges us to read the classics, understand the world, but also recognizes that there isn’t much hope in the end for humanity.   And that’s why it’s so brilliant.  We are left chuckling, sometimes disturbed, perhaps a bit frightened of what the future holds for us.  But the author at the same time says who really gives a fuck.  We are all headed to the mortuary eventually so get your kicks on while you can.  Unfortunately, the author passed in 2007 and we lost our nations greatest voice of sanity.   

Monday, December 2, 2013

Squandered Moments Forgotten by Ross Smirnoff

Awaken to your higher self.
Failures galore, never bore.
Positive vibes, stay alive.
The universe attracts your beautiful patina never forget the true story.
Your mind awakes and glistens, allow it to absolve away the dirt.
The negative thoughts blasphemous tracks down your inner rottenness.
I am alive to all beauty as it permeates the inner depth of consciousness.
Never forgo his gross specter.
It will shine through the vector.
These words are colors on my palette which I manipulate with gross particulate.
Tomorrow flowers adorn the ancient castle as the light filters.
Torments gaze in the haze of squandered moments forgotten.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Jamaican Jog by Ross Smirnoff


Top Ten Art Exhibits in New York City 2013 – The Best Art Review


Scoping the streets of New York was infinitely rewarding this year when you take into consideration all the galleries and all museums that on a daily basis every New Yorker is provided easy access.  I’m choosing 10 exhibits that if had not seen this year I would not be as informed on the dilemmas that are currently being faced in the world of painting, drawing, sculpture, photography, and video.  There were many exhibits’ that offered thought provoking methods. My top ten compromises the best experiences and the most compelling exhibits that I saw this year.  


1. Come Together Surving Sandy curated by Phong Bui at Industry City in Brooklyn provides a survey of 21st century Art.  All mediums of work are represented in a show that will go down in importance for capturing the current condition in art and will be remembered one hundred years from now as significant the 1913 Armory Show is today.

2.  Anselm Kiefer Morgenthau Plan at Gagosian Gallery was a feast for all senses.  Kiefer implements his thick impasto paint technique to create large-scale multi-media painting’s that are extraordinary to look at.  Their meaning is embedded in the cultural anxiety of post-world war II Germany, but what’s most fascinating is the artist’s aesthetic vision that comes across in in sculptural use of materials. 

3. Jean Michel Basqiuat at Gagosian Galllery earlier this year was nothing short of a blessing from the gods of painting.  I remember seeing his exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum in 2005 and was inspired by the work.  The artist has become mythologized in the art world thanks to Julian Schnabel’s brilliant movie starring Jeffery Wright.   Basqiuat died at age 27, so there is not much work of his in the world, making retrospectives a rare event.    

4.  I’m a big fan of Surrealism, you know Breton, Dali, Miro, those guys.  Drawing Surrealism at The Morgan Library was a must see this year and displayed the full scope of Surrealism and how the idea stretched outwards globally making it as far as Japan in it’s artistic conquest from the late 1920’s to early 1940’s.  This was a survey that displayed the full development of it’s progression in packed two room gallery. 



5. "I met someone in a deli" is a classic New York  saying implying a long story come afterword.  But literally I met a guy in  a deli who I had seen earlier in the night in Chelsea.   He advised me to see this show before it closed.  I went and now I realize that "someone in a deli" was heaven sent.  Ashley Bickerton Mitchondrial-eveviral at Lehmann Maupin Gallery on the Lower East Side was one of those exhibits that you will be talking about 5 years from now saying “I remember this show in 2013.”

6. Michael Williams is a young painter who works in Brooklyn and has had a few solo shows with Canada Gallery in the Lower East Side.   Each show has been refreshing to see the artist’s work to evolve.  His current work, paintings created on the computer, printed on canvas, then painted over is a breath taking fresh approach to art in the 21st century, and his pictures are often very humorous. 

7.  Draw Gym at Know More Games in Carroll Gardens was written up in the New York Times by Roberta Smith.  Subsequently, I felt compelled to see the show, curated by eccentric artist Brian Belott.  The show is a survey of “underground” art that is currently being made by well-known artist such as Chris Marrtin, and Joe Bradley.  It also surveys many up and comers and could be classified as a show that displayed a modern movement away from painting and focus on drawing which is a more direct medium, and one could say the stimulus of all creativity.

8. Gravity and Grace: Monumental works by El Anatsui at the Brooklyn Museum was a sculptural meca exhibit.  His work which I document on my blog is large scale installations created with wire and found materials such as bottle caps.  He also makes sculptures with wood.  They larger wire works are hung from high on the walls and allowed to fall how they may.  The result creates a new perspective of the work every time they’re hung. 

9.  When I was in Graduate School I had a studio visit with Glenn Goldberg.  He is a calm and composed communicator which you could easily say to describe his paintings as well.   This exhibition at Jason McCoy Gallery  on Madison Avenue displays Goldberg’s experimentation with painting and use of icons such as, teddy bears, and birds to create iconic images with arabesque motifs. . The result is a decorative pleasure house and a unique creative effort.

10.  To complete my list, although very hard because I’m leaving out many other great exhibits, I have to go with Chuck Webster at Betty Cuningham gallery in Chelsea.  I went back to this exhibit twice to get the full scope of the enterprise.  The second time I went I got lost in one of the large panel paintings and was struck by the artists ability to manipulate the materials to create painting strokes with energetic ferocity. While maintaining a balance of form and substance.  This displayed a sense of continuity of abstract expressionism while mutated for the 21st century absurdum.