#is 09.18.2014 | is having press envy.
An ORIGINAL HEIDELBERG large bed letterpress – used for die cutting at Turbo Press in Denver Colorado.
#is 09.15.2014 | IS stalking heavy hitters around Denver with comp copies of Raw Fury #2 - trying to line up interviews for #3.
We went to the Chocolate Skateboards 20th Anniversary show at SVPER ORDINARY to try to pass one to Evan Hecox (whose art is pictured here). It was a madhouse and we were unable to make the handoff. We did get one to SVPER ORDINARY owner Tran Willis – hopefully this bodes well for a spot checkout in #3 on this forward thinking gallery.
Mr. Hecox – we’re coming for you at your solo show next month!
#is 09.11.2014 | IS going through pics of Colorado Crush 2014 murals
Colorado Crush IS an annual paint-in of the alleyways and parking lot walls between Larimer and Market, running from 26th and 30th, sponsored by The City of Denver. Unfortunately we missed the action on day one and only caught the aftermath on day two. SOoo many artists – we’re not able to find all attributions.
#is 08.21.2o14 | IS throwing back to the time we converted the back lot of the IS Home Office into a NO PARKING lot for patrons of the nearby football stadium to not park (and to successfully scupper heavy-handed zoning-enforcement which was punishing area residents).
INDIVIDUAL: Parking patrons attending a Denver Broncos game
GROUP SIZE: 2
NATURE OF GROUP: IS agents disguised as parking lot attendants
INCIDENCE OF SOCIOMETRY: Fantasy Football Parking Lot
By Jared Jacang Meyer
Originally published by The Westword
Published here with N© permission by IS
The Home Team:
The Fantasy Football Parking Lot wins a battle against bureaucracy.
Peter Miles Bergman calls it a drive-by art show. Jim “Handsome” Hanson thinks of it more as vigilante code enforcement. The three kids riding their bikes down the alley have no idea what to think of Bergman’s experiment.
They skid to a stop in the gravel and look up at the two parking-lot attendants in fluorescent orange vests hopping from foot to foot. “What’s this?” one kid asks.
"No parking," Hanson answers, as he and Bergman wave their official fluorescent-orange flags at the kids as if they were an Excursion, an Accord and an Outback waiting to pull in. "This isn’t a place to park."
The kids stare at the yellow parking strips taped into three regulation-sized spaces in the oil-stained back lot three blocks west of Invesco Field at Mile High. The orange cones, the flexible plastic posts, the wooden sign inscribed with the word “NO” in two-foot-tall red letters. Then they look at each other, shrug and ride off.