Friday, August 28

September 5th Opening

The Slingluff Gallery presents Jason Adams and Vanna Weaver. First Saturday, September 5th from 6-9pm.

Raised in the sprawl of San Jose, CA, Jason came of age during a time when the holy trinity of skateboarding, punk rock and DIY art was still a dangerous combination, long before the slow air-conditioned death that is mall culture sank its fangs in. Becoming a professional skateboarder at the age of 17, Jason was given more platforms on which to stand/skate and be noticed, and he took the opportunity to begin unleashing his growing interest and talent in art. The hand-made aesthetic comprised of spray cans, stencils and bold lines that embodied his childhood days of skateboarding and punk. Jason began creating that were both intricately layered and immediately impactful; portraits of anti-heros and scenes of beautiful decay abounded, focusing on by-gone eras and rusting ethics still in place.

In just a few short years, Jason’s exposure as an artist grew- from logos on skate brand decks and t-shirts to international gallery shows. His work transitioned from hobby to craft to fine art, and these days find Jason Adams' artistic development in full swing. He's found his groove, and watch as he sprays the lines of his future all over the walls of the world.
Vanna Weaver from Pittsburg, PA specializes in documentary photography, attained her Bachelor's Degree in Photography as a Fine Art from Point Park University in conjunction with Pittsburgh Filmmakers.

"Meant for Each Other" is a romantic photo narrative comprised of lonely but alike antique objects. By applying the expression better off together, she combined ordinary, old fashioned subject matters; to form animated multiple exposure photographs. Each image pair works together and creates a more complex and overall complete photograph.

Sunday, August 23

Heavy Rain

Last night was our 1st year anniversary. Crazy how fast time goes!

Jonathan booked a reservation in Media, PA for Iron Hill Brewery. It's about 35 min away, which isn't bad, but then neither of us knew it was supposed to rain. Well, let me rephrase that...down pour! The entire drive was extreme rain. So it took us a little longer to get there. We were really early anyway so it didn't matter.

We get there. We end up parking across the street from the restaurant/brewery, which wasn't far at all. It seemed extremely far though considering as soon as you opened the door you were drenched. So, Jonathan got out of the passenger's side since the river of rain water in the street was pretty deep. I was waiting in the car while he had a smoke. As I was waiting, it just kept raining harder. Which was unbelievable really.

I finally get out and we discussed our plan of attack. We decided it was just as "good" to cross the street in front of us than anywhere else, since we were in the middle of the block and the intersections were probably worse. Jonathan gave me his rain coat because I couldn't find mine and he asked "Ready?" I nodded my head yes. Then he said "1, 2, 3...GO!" He jumps out before me and I saw his shoed foot sink into the rushing river of rain. I jump right in after him and BAM....I lose my sandal. The river tore off my shoe, granted it was a dressy flip flop.

Instead of stopping, I kept running towards the other side of the street. But then I turned back realizing I probably needed my shoe. I started looking for it in the pouring rain, after I screamed across the street to Jonathan. Jonathan came back over, called and canceled our reservation and we were both looking for it now. After 15-20 minute search, I was looking at tires still hoping my shoe would be there. I saw on one tire that there were weeds stuck to it, and I thought that it was weird weeds could get stuck to a tire in this gushing river and my shoe wasn't anywhere to be found. I moved to the next car, about six cars from where I lost my shoe, and looked at the tire again. It looked like the water was moving differently around the front passenger tire than any other tire. I moved in closer and pulled out my shoe! Jonathan was around the corner, I think checking for my shoe in sewer grates, I yelled down to him and he made his way back to me. He couldn't believe I found it.

We walked back to the car sopping wet, and went back home. We changed, made a reservation at The London in Philly, about 10 min from us, and had a wonderful rest of the night. Nice and dry!

Tuesday, August 4

August 8th Opening

Peter Oravetz will be at the Gallery August 8th....along with his artwork.

"Since humans aren't perfect, robots will never be perfect either. We can program them to perform tasks perfectly but once a hurdle is present, like a wall placed in their path, everything comes to a halt. I suppose that robots with AI (Artificial Intelligence) will eventually show glorious moments of humanity, especially when they make mistakes. These moments, depicted ‘Robots!’, are truly the purist display of the mimicry of humanity, revealing the curiosity, love, and humor that we as humans hold so dear. My images reflect the robots’ utter stupidity and their wonderfully endearing attributes as they attempt to become human in their own way." - Peter Oravetz

Peter Oravetz, from Pennsylvania graduate from Montserrat College of art in Beverly Massachusetts with honors and a bachelors degree in fine art. The 'Robots!' were born in 2005 and have been slowly developed ever since. He currently devotes his time to his art, family and work at a local live music venue; his aspirations include earning a graduate degree and ultimately teaching.