Friday, July 31st, 2015. 7 - 9 PM.


Purchase your ticket by Wednesday July 29th to allow for preparation.

Come join us for a bookbinding workshop on the final night of August Oz's show.

Eleanor Ryburn - previously a teacher at Oxbow and resident at KALA - will lead us in the coptic style of binding pages to create a small journal.

All supplies will be provided and a limited edition print by August Oz, produced by Colpa Press, will be available. Complimentary glass of wine.


SALON HOURS FRIDAY JULY 17, 24, 31st 5 - 8 PM.

AUGUST OZ's vivid color drawings transform the quotidian into whimsy. Abstractions sabotage pattern-filled landscapes creating a sense of the Romantic coupled with self-satire. Oz was born in Houston, Texas. He has since lived in Detroit, New York and Berlin. Oz received an MFA from Cranbrook Academy. He currently is based out of San Francisco.


SOME.TIME.SALON presents a new series of drawings by August Oz’ along with his art books. August’s art books echo in form the connection between person and art object that the Salon seeks to foster. He began creating art books to circumvent limitations of space sans studio. Inherently intimate, the folios beg to be held delicately. Flipping pages and reading the drawings consecutively like a book, they are interpreted as a whole comprised of single entities. Interacting with the books feels like a glimpse into Auggie’s “Oz.” His preoccupations with color, rejection of the distinction between abstraction and representation, and the frenetic quality of his marks all seem to mimic the inner workings of his mind - its hyperactivity and intense thoughtfulness.

OZ’s new works take these drawings beyond the confines of the book into a series exploring the four seasons. Through this conceptually simple framework, Oz aims to relieve the pressure and weight of art history. Albert Oehlen and David Hockney inspire Oz - two artists are unapologetically true to themselves, self-indulgent even, in their painting. Oz hopes to find a similar ease and restfulness in his mark making. Yet, the works belie this honest intent, wrestling with the question of authenticity. When does candor defect to satire?