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Tonight: Opening of my show DIA DEL PADRE

Tonight is the opening night of my window installation and performance, DIA DEL PADRE.

Reception: 6pm, Friday August 10th, Performance: 7pm.

The venue: Art on Armitage, 4125 West Armitage, Chicago. 

WINDOW  INSTALLATION:
Philip Hartigan is a multimedia artist working with personal narrative. D√≠a del Padre (Father’s Day) brings together work related to the death of his father in 1967: four short stop-motion animations with narrative (previously shown in galleries and festivals in the USA & the UK); and a new photographic piece. The Spanish phrase for Father’s Day was chosen in homage to the neighborhood in which the gallery is located, and to reflect the international character of the collaborations (see below).

PERFORMANCE:
At 7pm on Friday August 10th, 2012, there will be a live reading of short pieces by artists and writers relating a single memory of each person’s father. The microphone will be installed in the window gallery, with a live broadcast to the street. A film of the readings will then become part of the exhibition for the duration of the show. Contributors include UK writer Vanessa Gebbie (winner of many awards for her short stories); UK-based poet Carrie Etter (whose verse has appeared in Poetry Review, the Times Literary Supplement, The New Republic); artist/writers Dianne Bowen, William Evertson, Tullio DeSantis, and Susan Shulman; and students and alumni of the Fiction Writing program at Columbia College Chicago (Wyl Villacres, Ben Kramer, Cyn Vargas, Gibson Culbreth, Gail Bozzano, Greg Baldino).

Here are some photos of the installation:




The previous blog post, below this one, also has a link to the YouTube page of the videos that are part of the show.

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