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Collectors’ Paradise at Fall For Art in Millerton

Over 20 local businesses take part in Millerton’s Fall for Art, Village-wide Art Festival on Saturday, October 12, from 1-6 PM. Retail business setting aside one day out of the year for the selling of art makes for some high-profile hobnobbing, as well as a day of endless inspiration for art-loving locals.

Hair Modern, at 63 Main shows select paintings by Alex Sanzo.  Sanzo’s loud colors layer oil, acrylic and spray paint on canvas.  Measuring three to six feet across, the paintings would brighten up an ecru interior, injecting any neutral space with life through brilliantly saturated pigments in sanguine color schemes. The painter leaves just enough white of the canvas showing through for the colors to breathe and the pieces to feel uncluttered.

At Meta44, 5916 N. Elm Ave, David Valyou shows capricious sculpture bricolages of Dadaist found objects, sculpted plaster, and paint. New works: brooding enigmatic large-scale wood panel misshapes serve as dark grounds for aggressive mark-making: cutting into an alchemy of marble dust suspended in painted acrylic medium. Layered heavily in acrylic and marble on wood panels, bone-white abstract waterfall paintings of various sizes are fraught with kinetic textures over gradient reliefs.

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“Bed Of Nails” Bricolage Sculpture by David Valyou, Photo By Tara Nugent

At Veteran’s Park, keep an eye out for Mitchell Hoffmaster showing palatable paintings with soft color schemes and whispery sketch lines in acrylic, pastel, and oil stick on canvas. Also at Veteran’s Park, Tilly Strauss’ painterly bucolic landscapes of the nearby region are clever visual captures with Fauvist color harmonies. Her highly collectible miniature acrylic paintings on paper (about 3” x 4”) of farm scenery are as hip as Polaroids, and even more rare.

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Acrylic Paintings on Paper by Tilly Strauss

Patty Mullins exhibits at Oblong Books, 26 Main St. Mullin’s rich etheric paintings show deftness of color and a studied application of oil paint. The landscapes build up organic-shaped patterns in warm tones over mottled and vacuous blue and green receding grounds in oil paint on small boards and canvases. New landscape paintings by Mullins are on view this Saturday.

At Millerton Mercantile on 3 Main St, Shira Toren shows select two-dimensional works.  Repeated minimalist abstractions go over smooth negative space applied in subtle visual textures of muted chromatic greys in pigment, ink and plaster on canvas.

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Swamp Boats  24”x20’ Venetian plaster, ink and pigment on Canvas by Shira Toren

Feast your eyes on the abundant art from eclectic to classic, at Fall For Art Millerton. The harvest mood not only applies to enjoying the great local agriculture, but also to the wellspring of creativity flourishing within the region. Enjoy strolling about the changing colored foliage and you may find an original work of art made by a living artist to take home with you.

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19 Ways Women Can Close the Wage Gap Fast!

Women are well aware of the wage gap.  But what can they do about it? Collectively, it turns out, a lot.  Ladies, non-binaries, WOC, all folk, here are ways to say you are worth every penny.

 

  1.  90 days

When you’re settled into a new job, but were over-eager and low-balled yourself at the offer, say “I have done this job for three months, my trial/training/initial period is over.  I love it here and hope to stay, with a 15% pay increase.”

  1. Not optional

If they say no, ask again later, “Today is my 120th day working at this fine establishment, it’s time for the pay to be this much.”

  1. Embrace Opportunities to Do More

When you are asked to do more, say “Yes, I am happy to take on additional responsibilities, in exchange for additional pay.”

  1. Don’t Give In

When they say no but still want you to do more, say “I am not available at this time.”  Wait two weeks, offer again to do more with additional pay.

  1. Let Me See Your Check Stub

Find a co-worker who is paid more than you and compare your skills.  Then, say “I will require the same salary as Fred because we have been doing the same job and performing equally for 30 days.”

  1. Parlay Job Offers

Comb through job boards, interview and get the offer so you can say, “Hermes is offering me twice my current wage.”

  1. Turn Down Offers.

“It’s a great job, but the pay isn’t where it needs to be.”  Period.

  1. Take This Job and Shove It

If you asked five times and they still put you off: quit!  While it wasn’t fair to you, the next person will have a better chance of getting a fair wage.  Just Airbnb your place until you find something else.

  1. Talk To My Secretary

No contracts? Write your own.  Write your boss a memo that guarantees you a specific wage increase within a specific amount of time and make them initial/sign it. If they don’t sign, leave.

  1. I Do Everything and I Get Nothing

Are you constantly overworking yourself but feel invisible because your workplace doesn’t conduct a performance review? Do your own.  Track your department’s performance and total all the numbers/tasks/productivity for yourself and your team. Apply the logic that if your department increases by a certain percent, so do your wages.

  1. Pokerface

Get into the habit of applying for jobs, for no reason.  Rewrite your resume to include keywords from the job descriptions and make compelling cover letters that make HR feel foolish not to talk to you.  Even if you don’t want it, interview and make it a game to get the offer. Then, turn them down. Tell them explicitly that the pay is too low. Do this as often as possible as a public service for women everywhere.

  1. Plan a Vacation

Use your paid sick leave days as the vacation bonus you should have gotten.

  1. Break The Rules

If you sign agreements preventing you from discussing your pay, or from seeking other employment in your field, it may be legal but it isn’t right. In the future, we will have better civil rights and the law will guarantee equal pay.  One day, the people who made us sign away our right to seek equal employment will look like monsters.

  1. Be Fearless

Some people get paid millions to build lego fortresses, so you can ask for five more dollars per hour for what you do and it is not crazy, no matter what anybody says.

  1. Be Funny

If your boss doesn’t pay well, make fun of them.  It takes away any intimidation from the situation, bonds with co-workers and gives you the confidence to find better pay.

  1. Look Your Best

Dress better than your peers.  Ideally, better than your supervisor.  If your credit cards are maxed out from a low-paying job, learn to sew and make yourself outfits on your days off. Subconsciously people respect you more the better you look, and the less you have to make a case for yourself, the easier it will be to get your asking salary.

  1. Assess Your Male Peer Working Relationships

If you are more experienced than your male co-workers, outperform them, and/or take over responsibilities for them regularly without compensation, do not continue to do this. Request additional pay.

  1. Female Bonding

You hate your co-worker “Karen who wants to speak to a manager,” but try to find something in common with her because you could lift each other one day.

  1. Imitate The Guys

Notice how guys will say things with confidence, regardless of if what they are saying is correct?  Do this at least seven times a day. Make declarative statements in a projected, confident voice. After 3-5 days, consciously remove any questioning tone from your work-related speech.  Now walk straight in and tell them to give you a raise.

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The Journal Gallery exhibits “Infinity Mirror,” a solo exhibition by Michael Stipe, organized by Clarissa Dalrymple.

“Infinity Mirror” stems from the contents of Stipe’s recent publication, Volume One, and further expands on his use of photo-based practices to explore the 1970’s as a formative decade through its cultural impact on his coming of age, and subsequently, the manner in which its influence informed the creative work he went on to create, both privately and as a public figure.

The exhibition presents a selection of photographic material, ranging from images made by Stipe, to historical ephemera he continues to collect and alter, or use as source material that informs his own use of the camera. These found and made materials remain in an ongoing and ever-shifting relationship within Stipe’s practice, blurring understandings of time and authorship.

In the gallery, four distinct bodies of work are positioned as facets of the piece Infinity Mirror, 2018. Situated in the center of the space, this work functions as a lexicon of sorts. It is comprised of ten identical brass shelving units by the iconic 1970s designer Milo Baughman, which Stipe has aligned edge to edge, creating an object of unusual volume and density, appearing as a multiplying projection of itself. The sculpture displays an eclectic collection of both personal and historical ephemera, including keepsakes and materials that Stipe encountered firsthand as a teenager.

 

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mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.

I know this sounds serious, but it’s more like a comedy routine.  When reading this, imagine a laugh track after every line, that’s what the reading by Ginsberg sounds like.

America

America

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956.
I can’t stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
I don’t feel good don’t bother me.
I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don’t think he’ll come back it’s sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I’m trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I’m doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid I’m not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right.
I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia.
I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let your emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It’s always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody’s serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
I’d better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that jetplanes 1400 miles an hour and twentyfive-thousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underprivileged who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I’m a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they’re all different sexes.
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor the Silk-strikers’ Ewig-Weibliche made me cry I once saw the Yiddish orator Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have been a spy.
America you don’t really want to go to war.
America its them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader’s Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read. Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I’d better get right down to the job.
It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I’m nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
Berkeley, January 17, 1956
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