Category Archives: Friends of SSWTR

| 7. Art by Albee and Connors | Things in the Slow and Steady Wins the Race Time Capsule for 2017

There are 7 days remaining in 2017 so we thought we would countdown and share with you some of the items and ideas we would put in our time capsule. For us they straddle the very specific space of the timely with the timeless; sometimes sublimely anachronistic, fundamentally classic, and are reflective of a value system we hold true to.

Matt Connors at Canada Gallery

From The New Yorker :

Lovely, jittery new paintings, bolstered by lyrical talent and philosophical suspense, affirm Connors’s status as a leader in contemporary abstraction. Each work takes a crack at discovery with some variant of strict or wobbly geometry, dense or scrappy composition, careful or flurried touch, and color that seems wrong, but you like it. Beauty keeps happening like something glimpsed by chance, neither quite intended nor fully grasped. What Connors is trying to get at may be unachievable, but his going for it beguiles.

Becca Albee at Situations Gallery

From Artnews:

“So that’s the kind of beginning walkthrough, this rotating light fixture that projects cyan, magenta, and yellow, which is to vibrate color,” Albee said. 

| NOW | OCC Market at Coming Soon

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OCC Market at Coming Soon
December 18-23, 2017

Opening 12/18/17 5:30-7:30

37 Orchard St.

A shoppable exhibition of obsessive collections curated by Sight Unseen and Tetra co-
founder Monica Khemsurov, OCC Market opens December 18 at the Lower East Side

design boutique Coming Soon. Ten object enthusiasts in design, food, and fashion were
asked to contribute “Obsessive Compulsive Collections” consisting of at least 8
variations on a single archetype, including Sabrina De Sousa of Dimes (peppermills),
Daphne Correll of Correll Correll (Mexican candles), and Mary Ping of Slow and Steady
Wins the Race (clip-on earrings). Some contributed two, resulting in 12 collections that
will be on view and available for purchase in Coming Soon’s subterranean project space,
the Plyroom.

We amassed a collection of various vintage clip on earrings sourced from eBay, Etsy, and thrift shops. We went in search of timeless, sculptural, architectural, and unusual
takes on the clip-on, whether it be a 1960s Space Age Lucite starburst shape, or
modernist silver-tone half-cylindrical bars. Our favorites are the 1950s pea-soup colored
earrings with a pivot point connecting 3 blade-shaped pieces of Bakelite that you can
wear closed or spread open. We haven’t seen anything quite like them, but we wish we
designed them ourselves.

| SSWTR & Friends | Cass McCombs Lyrics

Eavesdropping On The Competition

You had the idea of a home
You knew I was homesick, not alone
You said if you could only get through life
without one opinion, you’d be fine
Eating was for the very involved
your voice were the worst of all
Now you’re free as the ferry out of Galveston
Eavesdropping on the competition

You had the idea of a cave
where no one could hear you rant and rave
A good place for an insect
By God, I didn’t know what to expect
New ideas crawled in to undermine
You gave them a piece of your mind
To be free, you paid the ransom
Eavesdropping on the competition

Our competition
I don’t mean to make fun
I ain’t making light
The introduction
of a gun
You’re more bark than bite

The ideas turned into pacts
There wasn’t even time to react
I signed my name on the dotted line
By God, it’s nobody’s fault but mine
Fingers crossed behind
I shoulda bought that hex potion from that guy
Now tell me, where can I run?
Eavesdropping on the competition

| SSWTR & Friends | Big Wheel Lyrics

Big Wheel

by Cass McCombs

I dig
The taste of diesel and the sound of big rigs
Rubber, metal, oil and stone
Scoring at truck stops, lot lizards and driving far alone

Garbage trucks lifting cans in the morning Sun
Behind the wheel of a bulldozer is my idea of fun
John Deere, Dynapac steamrollers, grain silos & old barns
Electric storms over lumber yards

Small wheel runs by faith
Big wheel runs by grace
A wheel in a wheel go round and round

What does it mean to be a man?
How you gonna tell me who I am?
A man is bolts, a man is rust
For a little while, then the man is dust
A man with a man- how more manly can you get?
I may be five-foot-one but you’re all wet
Be a man

I live by my principles, I stick to my guns
I wake up well before garbage or the Sun
I die by my honor which I alone define
My heart is yours, my soul is mine
Take back your flowers and your fance and priss
I’m a man because I say I am, now gimme a kiss

Now there’s peace in the valley
No cause for war
No suspicion, no jealousy
Let the eagle soar

Let the dog’s tail wag
Let the children sing
There’s peace in the valley
Let freedom ring