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  • Broward-Palm Beach New Times

    The Agent from Iran

    How a mother of two ended up in a plot to smuggle high-tech gear to the enemy.

    By Deirdra Funcheon

  • Westword

    Murder By Design

    In life and death, tattoo artist Kauri Tiyme made her mark.

    By Alan Prendergast

  • Village Voice

    My Brother the Slumlord

    Amy Neustein never could resist going public with her family dramas.

    By Elizabeth Dwoskin

  • Houston Press

    The Ghosts of Galveston

    A visit with the hurricane victims that a country forgot.

    By John Nova Lomax

No Country for Old Hicks

Pravus artists beat the horse crap out of Western art

By Steve Jansen

Published on March 19, 2008 at 4:00am

Cowboy art in most galleries: a man and his steed; a man and his steed resting by a stream; a man and his steed looking upon the prairie. Bo-ring.

Cowboy art in the “Cow Poked” exhibit, which clowns that crap outta traditional Western art: a tub-of-lard cowboy kid riding away from McDonald’s on a scooter; a warped rendering of Johnny Cash’s one-fingered salute; and a hick -- fresh off a canned-piss-quality-brewski bender -- who looks like he’s getting off on a campfire. So good right now.

The exhibit continues with a Third Friday reception at Pravus, located in a new and spaciously awesome gallery at 501 East Roosevelt Street.


Fri., March 21, 6-10 p.m., 2008