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Coloring outside the lines

John Bankston explores identity and utopia at ACA

Artist John Bankston sprinkles contemporary pixie dust on fairy tale characters in Temptation and Desire at the Atlanta College of Art Gallery this spring. His artmaking looks at the nature of black and gay cultures through the visual structure of coloring books and childhood fantasies. If the black line drawings are emblematic of social constraints and conventions, then Bankston definitely colors outside the lines.

The artist observes people in San Francisco where he lives, drawing ideas from their public personae — transvestite, punk, grunge, hippie — and adds the notion of African masking. He intends to reverse the masking ritual in his paintings: to make the everyday world part of his fantasy.

"Tranny Witch's Secret," a narrative sequence in ink, watercolor and pencil on paper, references "Tranny World," a late-night TV series in San Francisco featuring transvestites. Culminating in a large-scale painting, the visual story recalls "Little Red Riding Hood," "Puss 'n Boots" and other tales of transformation.

A tea party is transfigured in "Picnic." Two boys wearing little girl wigs with bows sit in a forest enjoying a bottle of wine and a bowl of fruit. In the next image, "Pooofff!" — all that's left of the couple are puffs of smoke. "Quiet Place," the conclusion, shows the glen, vacant except for the wigs and an empty wine bottle.

"Brooms" recalls Fantasia's animated household objects in orange, purple and green. Bankston sees these brooms (and the beds in other new work) as stand-ins for the figure. "I'm thinking about the relationship of the room to work and pleasure, as well as its potential to hold violence," he says.

Painted violet blue, dove gray and purple, "Riding Desire" imagines a donkey-eared boy riding a great white bird in flight. In "Taken by Desire," our hero's expression is sublime as he's caught mid-air in the bird's embrace.

For his works on paper, the artist concentrates on the drawn black line, applying color vaguely with light doodling strokes and gentle washes that resemble crayon marks and spilled drinks from a child's world. When he works in oil on linen, Bankston grows up. Here he is taken by his own desire to explore the plasticity of paint. Oil is reduced to the consistency of watercolor or glaze, underpainted, overpainted and sometimes stroked by the wooden end of the brush.

Last year, Bankston joined about 30 of his contemporaries (including Atlanta's Kojo Griffin) in Freestyle, an exhibition curated by Thelma Golden at the Studio Museum of Harlem in New York. The show involved black artists whose artmaking, while still addressing identity, takes the freedom to examine universal issues. Indeed, Bankston's heroes are often colored in relationships that blur norms for all races; they celebrate the magical possibility of a more fluid identity.

John Bankston: Temptation and Desire continues through April 28 at Atlanta College of Art Gallery, Woodruff Arts Center, 1280 Peachtree St. Tues.-Wed. and Sat. 10 a.m.-5 p.m., Thurs.-Fri. 10 a.m.-9:30 p.m. Sun. noon-5 p.m. 404-733-5050.??



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This member of the international Relais & Chateaux group guarantees super high-level amenities and service. Though it seems like a well-kept secret, Blackberry is full practically every night of the year. Our privacy was so well-observed that I found it impossible to believe that almost 90 guests were there during my visit.

Wild blackberries do fringe the property, making their way into the inn's logo, decor and cuisine. The blackberry trifle at dinner was divine (in fact, the inn's bounteous breakfast and dinner were exceptional), but my most sensual encounter with the fruit involved its scent. The spa in an old farmhouse down the hill was the scene of the seduction.

My "Blackberry Mist" began with a footbath steeped in  cinnamon and cloves. I let tension go as my body gave in to special strokes: Drops of warm oil fell onto my skin ... a sprinkling of pixie dust (sea salt) ... massage ... a bath of hot steam laced with the aura of blackberries ... a shower rinse ... and one last hydrating full body stroke tinged in peppermint that lingered at the tips  of my toes.

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Fitness is always a possibility, if not the focus of any visit to the inn. Downstairs in Chestnut Cottage, the latest Life Cycles, StairMasters and free weights are crammed into a tiny mirrored room.

Blackberry has a "toy closet" in one of the big houses filled with fly fishing equipment, backpacks, blankets, tennis rackets and balls. A row of mountain bikes queue up in a shelter behind Oak Cottage and small skiffs float next to the boathouse on the pond below. Then, there's  horseback riding and that dreamy swimming pool. It's your basic grown-up playground.Guests are required to stay for at least two nights. But many, especially during holiday weeks, stay even longer. The package, at $395-$1,995 per night, includes lodging and three extravagant meals for two. Extras — alcohol, guided hikes, fishing and  horseback riding lessons — add up fast, and tips are added to  your final bill. Blackberry is a fly fishing magnet (with  Orvis approval) and hiking  opportunities are outstanding (the property's hiking trails branch off into the national park). The cooking school set up in the owners' home welcomes waves of wannabe chefs for tasty two-day sessions with guest masters.

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Blackberry has a "toy closet" in one of the big houses filled with fly fishing equipment, backpacks, blankets, tennis rackets and balls. A row of mountain bikes queue up in a shelter behind Oak Cottage and small skiffs float next to the boathouse on the pond below. Then, there's  horseback riding and that dreamy swimming pool. It's your basic grown-up playground.Guests are required to stay for at least two nights. But many, especially during holiday weeks, stay even longer. The package, at $395-$1,995 per night, includes lodging and three extravagant meals for two. Extras -- alcohol, guided hikes, fishing and  horseback riding lessons -- add up fast, and tips are added to  your final bill. Blackberry is a fly fishing magnet (with  Orvis approval) and hiking  opportunities are outstanding (the property's hiking trails branch off into the national park). The cooking school set up in the owners' home welcomes waves of wannabe chefs for tasty two-day sessions with guest masters.

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Blackberry has a "toy closet" in one of the big houses filled with fly fishing equipment, backpacks, blankets, tennis rackets and balls. A row of mountain bikes queue up in a shelter behind Oak Cottage and small skiffs float next to the boathouse on the pond below. Then, there's  horseback riding and that dreamy swimming pool. It's your basic grown-up playground.Guests are required to stay for at least two nights. But many, especially during holiday weeks, stay even longer. The package, at $395-$1,995 per night, includes lodging and three extravagant meals for two. Extras — alcohol, guided hikes, fishing and  horseback riding lessons — add up fast, and tips are added to  your final bill. Blackberry is a fly fishing magnet (with  Orvis approval) and hiking  opportunities are outstanding (the property's hiking trails branch off into the national park). The cooking school set up in the owners' home welcomes waves of wannabe chefs for tasty two-day sessions with guest masters.

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The Atlanta artist sands, polishes and paints his sculptures with high-gloss auto  finishes. "Saturday Morning 1976," shown earlier this year in Breadth at Eyedrum, was our first look at his quirky, smooth way of abstracting the appendages and animations of imaginary creatures. Five red-tipped swellings line up on a small shelf for "Bonk on the Head." "Mutations," the darkest triptych, is a glittery brownish black. Antennae break through the smooth side of an embryo, a feeler protrudes from a shiny bulge and the surface of a bubble seems about to pop.

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What we recognize with some surprise in Isenhour's newest sculptures is connected to memory and shared cultural experience. It's lowbrow hermeneutics, if you will. Rather than referring to Scripture or classic literary texts, his sculptures allude to the energy and exclamation points brought to life in classic comic books and cartoons. He leaves out the cause, instead picturing the effect of getting bonked on the head, changing forms, dropping into a pool or shooting through space.

The Atlanta artist sands, polishes and paints his sculptures with high-gloss auto  finishes. "Saturday Morning 1976," shown earlier this year in ''Breadth'' at Eyedrum, was our first look at his quirky, smooth way of abstracting the appendages and animations of imaginary creatures. Five red-tipped swellings line up on a small shelf for "Bonk on the Head." "Mutations," the darkest triptych, is a glittery brownish black. Antennae break through the smooth side of an embryo, a feeler protrudes from a shiny bulge and the surface of a bubble seems about to pop.

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What we recognize with some surprise in Isenhour's newest sculptures is connected to memory and shared cultural experience. It's lowbrow hermeneutics, if you will. Rather than referring to Scripture or classic literary texts, his sculptures allude to the energy and exclamation points brought to life in classic comic books and cartoons. He leaves out the cause, instead picturing the effect of getting bonked on the head, changing forms, dropping into a pool or shooting through space.

The Atlanta artist sands, polishes and paints his sculptures with high-gloss auto  finishes. "Saturday Morning 1976," shown earlier this year in Breadth at Eyedrum, was our first look at his quirky, smooth way of abstracting the appendages and animations of imaginary creatures. Five red-tipped swellings line up on a small shelf for "Bonk on the Head." "Mutations," the darkest triptych, is a glittery brownish black. Antennae break through the smooth side of an embryo, a feeler protrudes from a shiny bulge and the surface of a bubble seems about to pop.

This exhibition marks Isenhour's selection for the 2001-2002 Forward Arts Foundation Emerging Artist Award. His work has evolved since the 1997 Atlanta Biennial at Nexus Contemporary Art Center when he presented a wax altar to the great Mickey Mouse. Isenhour's artmaking has always had a sense of humor tied to childhood, but in the last couple of shows, he's developed a sophisticated style with a focus on formalism. There's a very smart angle to his unexpected viewpoints, and these recent abstractions of comic archetypes make a beautiful splash.

Saturday Morning continues through Aug. 3 at the Swan Coach House Gallery, 3130 Slaton Drive. Tues.-Sat. 10 a.m.-4 p.m. 404-266-2636.             13008739 1237748                          Saturday Morning - @#?&!  "
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At the High Museum, paintings by Jacob Lawrence (1917-2000) document more than a century of African-American life. The traveling  retrospective Over the Line: The Art and Life of Jacob Lawrence, organized by the Phillips Collection in Washington, D.C., celebrates the artist's chronicle of personal and collective history.

Lawrence grew up in the midst of the Harlem Renaissance, and the aesthetic complexities of that community's culture consumed him. In 1941, he became the first black to have a commercial gallery show in New York. He exhibited paintings from "The Migration of the Negro" series that dramatize the African-American quest for a better life in the North in the early 1900s.

Over the Line at the High includes 60 panels from the migration series, along with more black history — from the Civil War era to the Civil Rights Movement and beyond. Some of the strongest images illustrate Lawrence's acute observations of everyday life. Fire escapes, subways, streets and bars, domestic and public interiors were the stage where men, women and children played out moments of happiness and hardship.

The title Over the Line has multiple meanings. It refers to one of Lawrence's paintings about Harriet Tubman, but it also remarks on the artist's technique of painting over his line drawings, and it describes the role he played outside his community. As he became critically successful in the mid-1900s, the painter crossed the socio-economic line between blacks and whites. Today, his art still leaps across our racial divide.

Across town at the Spelman College Museum of Art, The Walter O. Evans Collection of African American Art presents another dimension of black history. The show, which reflects on 150 years of art by African-Americans, includes a number of Lawrence's works. Some of the late artist's serigraphs were the first major works ever purchased by retired surgeon Walter Evans. The Savannah-based collector became a personal friend of the artist and eventually president of the Jacob and Gwendolyn Lawrence Foundation.

Curated by Spelman museum director Andrea Barnwell, the Evans exhibition  comprises more than 80 paintings, drawings, prints and sculptures from the collector's 1,000-piece collection. Works from the 1800s by Edward Mitchell Bannister, Henry Ossawa Tanner and Mary Edmonia Lewis reveal how two centuries ago, other African-American artists crossed lines,  transcending the social, political and educational restraints of their time to develop classic styles in a range of media. Also on view are works by 20th-century artists who drew  inspiration from them — Lawrence, Romare Bearden, Alma Thomas, Aaron Douglas, Archibald Motley Jr., Charles White and Elizabeth Catlett.

Along with Atlanta-based  collector Paul Jones, artist/art historian David Driskell and Bill and Camille Cosby, Walter Evans has bridged a gap in art history by collecting African-American art. He has championed artists historically  neglected by collecting institutions, and like  his friend Jacob Lawrence, preserved an African American legacy.

.@.Over the Line: The Art and Life of Jacob Lawrence is on view through Sept. 8 at  the High Museum, 1280 Peachtree St.  Tues.-Sat. 10 a.m.-5 p.m., Sun. noon-5 p.m. 404-733-4400. The Walter O. Evans  Collection of African-American Art  continues through Sept. 14 at the Spelman College Museum of Art, 350 Spelman Lane.  A "Conversation with the Collector" will be  held July 14 at 2 p.m. at the Camille Olivia Hanks Cosby Academic Center.  Tues.-Fri. 10 a.m.-4 p.m.; Sat. noon-4 p.m. 404-215-2583."
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Lawrence grew up in the midst of the Harlem Renaissance, and the aesthetic complexities of that community's culture consumed him. In 1941, he became the first black to have a commercial gallery show in New York. He exhibited paintings from "The Migration of the Negro" series that dramatize the African-American quest for a better life in the North in the early 1900s.

''Over the Line'' at the High includes 60 panels from the migration series, along with more black history -- from the Civil War era to the Civil Rights Movement and beyond. Some of the strongest images illustrate Lawrence's acute observations of everyday life. Fire escapes, subways, streets and bars, domestic and public interiors were the stage where men, women and children played out moments of happiness and hardship.

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Curated by Spelman museum director Andrea Barnwell, the Evans exhibition  comprises more than 80 paintings, drawings, prints and sculptures from the collector's 1,000-piece collection. Works from the 1800s by Edward Mitchell Bannister, Henry Ossawa Tanner and Mary Edmonia Lewis reveal how two centuries ago, other African-American artists crossed lines,  transcending the social, political and educational restraints of their time to develop classic styles in a range of media. Also on view are works by 20th-century artists who drew  inspiration from them -- Lawrence, Romare Bearden, Alma Thomas, Aaron Douglas, Archibald Motley Jr., Charles White and Elizabeth Catlett.

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I concentrated exclusively on the creme de la cream made in small Atlanta-based shops — that is, what you might call "boutique" ice cream. Along the way, I found out that the richest ice cream contains a whopping 18 percent butterfat. And I learned to chant the gelato mantra: "only 6 percent, one-third the fat of ice cream."

Our ice cream vendors tend to top their frosty delights with poetic, exotic or quixotic titles. "Strawberry Fields" and "Buzzy Expresso" are two of the evocative names at Lexington Chocolatier. Orange & Scarlett's evokes the local landscape with "Georgia Marble" (cookies & cream) and "Piedmont Perk" (pistachio). Then there's the Italian twist — you'll find stracciatella (chocolate chip) in all the gelato shops. And Jake's Southern argot: "Chocolate Slap Yo' Mama" (ask for an interpreter).

After consuming pounds of clever concoctions, we chose What's the Scoop? for mind-altering gelato and Jake's for superlative ice cream. Newbie J. Ripples gets an honorable mention for delightful Italian ice. But the real dairy queen is Greenwood, a local ice cream "factory."

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Greenwood makes the "mix," either liquid or frozen base, for some of our ice cream and gelato parlors. J. Ripples has Greenwood blending its secret gelato recipe while Lexington mixes texture and flavor into a special pre-frozen base. Already selling scoops of pleasure to walk-ins in 1.5- and 2.5-gallon tubs, Greenwood promises to offer a liquid mix for ice cream lovers who want to freeze their own at home this summer. 4829 Peachtree Road, 770-455-6166. Mon.-Fri. 9 a.m.-5 p.m. Prices range from $13-$22.50 for 1.5 gallons. Coming soon: 1 gallon ice cream mix: $10.00

''JAKE'S ICE CREAMS & SORBETS: Small tables under red parasols outside the brick-front building set the scene for a most excellent old-fashioned ice cream experience. Inside, youthful scoopers help you select from more than 20 different daily varieties of ice cream and sorbet (often solving riddles like Nutter Nanner Elvis and Chocolate Slap Yo' Mama). Inventive fruity and chocolate concoctions abound. Thin Mint, Chocolate Leya Cake and Betwixed are just a few of the textured flavors.

Be careful what you wish for at Jake's: Last week, my one dip of Jamoca Almond Chip had enough coffee in it to keep me going half the night (that's how I made deadline for this story). 676 Highland Ave., 404-523-1830. Tues.-Thurs. and Sun. 11 a.m.-10 p.m.; Fri.-Sat. 11 a.m.-11 p.m. Child's scoop, $2.25; one scoop, $2.95; two scoops $3.95; three scoops, $4.75.

LEXINGTON CHOCOLATIER: Lexington added ice cream to its gourmet chocolate biz a year ago. Mixtures with milk, light or dark chocolate are made from a chocolatier's perspective. "Each one has chunks of this and that ... they're not plain boring ice creams," says owner James Chalifoux, who develops all the flavors according to his personal cravings. Among super-chocolatey, super-chewy selections are Bavarian Crunch Truffle Swirl — vanilla beans, white chocolate and almond toffee — and Razzmatazz — chocolate with raspberry truffle and dark chocolate chunks. 931 Monroe Drive, suite A106, 404-875-0111. Mon.-Sat. 10 a.m.-9 p.m.; Sun. noon-7 p.m. Small, $2; medium, $2.50; large, $3.50.

ORANGE & SCARLETT'S: Situated next to upscale Cavu and across the street from sexy Spice, Orange & Scarlett's is a Midtown must-stop. As you cruise down that fast-moving, one-way stretch of Juniper, watch for the neon ice cream cone on your right and hope to score one of the few free parking spaces out front. The entirely homemade ice cream comes in some original flavors. A mix of pine nuts, honey and feta called Georgia Pine must be the most exotic creation in town.

Smart and friendly, the staff makes crepes and panini to order and offers smooth La Selva coffee from Chiapas, Mexico. It's so good, there's a second O&S opening in late July just down the road at 1071 Piedmont Road at the entrance to Piedmont Park on 10th Street (next to Willy's Mexicana Grill). 814 Juniper St., 404-877-0040 Mon.-Fri. 6:30 a.m.-11 p.m.; Sat. 7 a.m.-11 p.m.; Sun. 8 a.m.-10 p.m. Small, $2.75; large, $3.75.

PAOLO'S GELATO ITALIANO: A giant plastic ice cream cone and a video in the window tout the frozen dessert phenomena to be found inside this tiny Virginia-Highland boutique. Like a mosquito in your ear, Paolo cheerfully insists that you adore his gelato. Over a dozen creamy choices, chocolates and lollipops keep company with flavored coffees, espresso and cappuccino. Aromas are in persistent (and happy!) flux. When we stopped in, the loveliest was Fiori Arancio (orange blossom). Hyper-tart lime had a bitter aftertaste. 1025 Virginia Ave., 404-607-0055. Tues.-Fri. 4-10 p.m.; Sat. noon-midnight; Sun. noon-10 p.m.

Small $2.80; Large $3.74.

J. RIPPLES: Welcome Atlanta's newest sister-and-brother act. Jennifer Allred and Judd Levy went to gelato school for the secret recipe that they've shared only with Greenwood. Chocolate peanut butter, amaretto, super beany vanilla, malaga (rum raisin) and blueberry are some of the creamy tastes up for scoop. They make wonderfully smooth Italian ice in orange, lemon, black raspberry, watermelon and cherry flavors. The small shop just off Collier and Howell Mill is bright with tropical pop colors — designer glass lighting, a long wavy banquette and round upholstered seating in pink, orange and green. 2020 Howell Mill Road, suite F-1, 404-605-0059. Mon. 5-10 p.m.; Tues.-Thurs. noon-10 p.m.; Fri.-Sat. noon-midnight; Sun. noon-8 p.m. Gelato: kiddie, $2.50; regular, $3; large, $5; Italian ice, $2-$3.

WHAT'S THE SCOOP?: Simply divine. Served in a contemporary minimalist setting, the supreme gelato is absolutely an in-house creation. Owned by Alon Bolshon of Alon's (that really fine bakery three doors down), this place makes the best Italian ice cream. Top choice is dulche de leche, a caramel toffee, but there are other faves, including deep chocolate, coconut, stracciatella, Heath Bar and the fruity sorbets. Already offering gourmet coffees, What's the Scoop? just started serving sweet and savory crepes, too. 1402 N. Highland Ave., 404-724-0444. Sun. 9 a.m.-10:30 p.m.; Mon.-Tues. 9 a.m.-10 p.m.; Wed.-Thurs. 9 a.m.-11 p.m.; Fri.-Sat. 9 a.m.-midnight. Small cup, $3; large, $4.30. u??


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Our ice cream vendors tend to top their frosty delights with poetic, exotic or quixotic titles. "Strawberry Fields" and "Buzzy Expresso" are two of the evocative names at Lexington Chocolatier. Orange & Scarlett's evokes the local landscape with "Georgia Marble" (cookies & cream) and "Piedmont Perk" (pistachio). Then there's the Italian twist -- you'll find stracciatella (chocolate chip) in all the gelato shops. And Jake's Southern argot: "Chocolate Slap Yo' Mama" (ask for an interpreter).

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Greenwood makes the "mix," either liquid or frozen base, for some of our ice cream and gelato parlors. J. Ripples has Greenwood blending its secret gelato recipe while Lexington mixes texture and flavor into a special pre-frozen base. Already selling scoops of pleasure to walk-ins in 1.5- and 2.5-gallon tubs, Greenwood promises to offer a liquid mix for ice cream lovers who want to freeze their own at home this summer. ''4829 Peachtree Road, 770-455-6166. Mon.-Fri. 9 a.m.-5 p.m. Prices range from $13-$22.50 for 1.5 gallons. Coming soon: 1 gallon ice cream mix: $10.00''
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Be careful what you wish for at Jake's: Last week, my one dip of Jamoca Almond Chip had enough coffee in it to keep me going half the night (that's how I made deadline for this story). ''676 Highland Ave., 404-523-1830. Tues.-Thurs. and Sun. 11 a.m.-10 p.m.; Fri.-Sat. 11 a.m.-11 p.m. Child's scoop, $2.25; one scoop, $2.95; two scoops $3.95; three scoops, $4.75.''

__LEXINGTON CHOCOLATIER__: Lexington added ice cream to its gourmet chocolate biz a year ago. Mixtures with milk, light or dark chocolate are made from a chocolatier's perspective. "Each one has chunks of this and that ... they're not plain boring ice creams," says owner James Chalifoux, who develops all the flavors according to his personal cravings. Among super-chocolatey, super-chewy selections are Bavarian Crunch Truffle Swirl -- vanilla beans, white chocolate and almond toffee -- and Razzmatazz -- chocolate with raspberry truffle and dark chocolate chunks. ''931 Monroe Drive, suite A106, 404-875-0111. Mon.-Sat. 10 a.m.-9 p.m.; Sun. noon-7 p.m. Small, $2; medium, $2.50; large, $3.50.''

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Smart and friendly, the staff makes crepes and panini to order and offers smooth La Selva coffee from Chiapas, Mexico. It's so good, there's a second O&S opening in late July just down the road at 1071 Piedmont Road at the entrance to Piedmont Park on 10th Street (next to Willy's Mexicana Grill). ''814 Juniper St., 404-877-0040 Mon.-Fri. 6:30 a.m.-11 p.m.; Sat. 7 a.m.-11 p.m.; Sun. 8 a.m.-10 p.m. Small, $2.75; large, $3.75.''

__PAOLO'S GELATO ITALIANO__: A giant plastic ice cream cone and a video in the window tout the frozen dessert phenomena to be found inside this tiny Virginia-Highland boutique. Like a mosquito in your ear, Paolo cheerfully insists that you adore his gelato. Over a dozen creamy choices, chocolates and lollipops keep company with flavored coffees, espresso and cappuccino. Aromas are in persistent (and happy!) flux. When we stopped in, the loveliest was Fiori Arancio (orange blossom). Hyper-tart lime had a bitter aftertaste. ''1025 Virginia Ave., 404-607-0055. Tues.-Fri. 4-10 p.m.; Sat. noon-midnight; Sun. noon-10 p.m.''
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I concentrated exclusively on the creme de la cream made in small Atlanta-based shops — that is, what you might call "boutique" ice cream. Along the way, I found out that the richest ice cream contains a whopping 18 percent butterfat. And I learned to chant the gelato mantra: "only 6 percent, one-third the fat of ice cream."

Our ice cream vendors tend to top their frosty delights with poetic, exotic or quixotic titles. "Strawberry Fields" and "Buzzy Expresso" are two of the evocative names at Lexington Chocolatier. Orange & Scarlett's evokes the local landscape with "Georgia Marble" (cookies & cream) and "Piedmont Perk" (pistachio). Then there's the Italian twist — you'll find stracciatella (chocolate chip) in all the gelato shops. And Jake's Southern argot: "Chocolate Slap Yo' Mama" (ask for an interpreter).

After consuming pounds of clever concoctions, we chose What's the Scoop? for mind-altering gelato and Jake's for superlative ice cream. Newbie J. Ripples gets an honorable mention for delightful Italian ice. But the real dairy queen is Greenwood, a local ice cream "factory."

GREENWOOD ICE CREAM: Greenwood rules. In a small, unassuming brick building just off Peachtree Industrial in Chamblee, the 50-year-old plant churns out high-quality standards as well as signature flavors for myriad local restaurateurs. For the new Pricci, a Japanese Neopolitan juxtaposes green tea, plum and vanilla ice creams. Eclipse di Luna just special ordered a sangria sorbet, and an ice cream tinged with figs and sherry. Even Johnny Rockets and the Varsity purchase custom creams here.

Greenwood makes the "mix," either liquid or frozen base, for some of our ice cream and gelato parlors. J. Ripples has Greenwood blending its secret gelato recipe while Lexington mixes texture and flavor into a special pre-frozen base. Already selling scoops of pleasure to walk-ins in 1.5- and 2.5-gallon tubs, Greenwood promises to offer a liquid mix for ice cream lovers who want to freeze their own at home this summer. 4829 Peachtree Road, 770-455-6166. Mon.-Fri. 9 a.m.-5 p.m. Prices range from $13-$22.50 for 1.5 gallons. Coming soon: 1 gallon ice cream mix: $10.00

''JAKE'S ICE CREAMS & SORBETS: Small tables under red parasols outside the brick-front building set the scene for a most excellent old-fashioned ice cream experience. Inside, youthful scoopers help you select from more than 20 different daily varieties of ice cream and sorbet (often solving riddles like Nutter Nanner Elvis and Chocolate Slap Yo' Mama). Inventive fruity and chocolate concoctions abound. Thin Mint, Chocolate Leya Cake and Betwixed are just a few of the textured flavors.

Be careful what you wish for at Jake's: Last week, my one dip of Jamoca Almond Chip had enough coffee in it to keep me going half the night (that's how I made deadline for this story). 676 Highland Ave., 404-523-1830. Tues.-Thurs. and Sun. 11 a.m.-10 p.m.; Fri.-Sat. 11 a.m.-11 p.m. Child's scoop, $2.25; one scoop, $2.95; two scoops $3.95; three scoops, $4.75.

LEXINGTON CHOCOLATIER: Lexington added ice cream to its gourmet chocolate biz a year ago. Mixtures with milk, light or dark chocolate are made from a chocolatier's perspective. "Each one has chunks of this and that ... they're not plain boring ice creams," says owner James Chalifoux, who develops all the flavors according to his personal cravings. Among super-chocolatey, super-chewy selections are Bavarian Crunch Truffle Swirl — vanilla beans, white chocolate and almond toffee — and Razzmatazz — chocolate with raspberry truffle and dark chocolate chunks. 931 Monroe Drive, suite A106, 404-875-0111. Mon.-Sat. 10 a.m.-9 p.m.; Sun. noon-7 p.m. Small, $2; medium, $2.50; large, $3.50.

ORANGE & SCARLETT'S: Situated next to upscale Cavu and across the street from sexy Spice, Orange & Scarlett's is a Midtown must-stop. As you cruise down that fast-moving, one-way stretch of Juniper, watch for the neon ice cream cone on your right and hope to score one of the few free parking spaces out front. The entirely homemade ice cream comes in some original flavors. A mix of pine nuts, honey and feta called Georgia Pine must be the most exotic creation in town.

Smart and friendly, the staff makes crepes and panini to order and offers smooth La Selva coffee from Chiapas, Mexico. It's so good, there's a second O&S opening in late July just down the road at 1071 Piedmont Road at the entrance to Piedmont Park on 10th Street (next to Willy's Mexicana Grill). 814 Juniper St., 404-877-0040 Mon.-Fri. 6:30 a.m.-11 p.m.; Sat. 7 a.m.-11 p.m.; Sun. 8 a.m.-10 p.m. Small, $2.75; large, $3.75.

PAOLO'S GELATO ITALIANO: A giant plastic ice cream cone and a video in the window tout the frozen dessert phenomena to be found inside this tiny Virginia-Highland boutique. Like a mosquito in your ear, Paolo cheerfully insists that you adore his gelato. Over a dozen creamy choices, chocolates and lollipops keep company with flavored coffees, espresso and cappuccino. Aromas are in persistent (and happy!) flux. When we stopped in, the loveliest was Fiori Arancio (orange blossom). Hyper-tart lime had a bitter aftertaste. 1025 Virginia Ave., 404-607-0055. Tues.-Fri. 4-10 p.m.; Sat. noon-midnight; Sun. noon-10 p.m.

Small $2.80; Large $3.74.

J. RIPPLES: Welcome Atlanta's newest sister-and-brother act. Jennifer Allred and Judd Levy went to gelato school for the secret recipe that they've shared only with Greenwood. Chocolate peanut butter, amaretto, super beany vanilla, malaga (rum raisin) and blueberry are some of the creamy tastes up for scoop. They make wonderfully smooth Italian ice in orange, lemon, black raspberry, watermelon and cherry flavors. The small shop just off Collier and Howell Mill is bright with tropical pop colors — designer glass lighting, a long wavy banquette and round upholstered seating in pink, orange and green. 2020 Howell Mill Road, suite F-1, 404-605-0059. Mon. 5-10 p.m.; Tues.-Thurs. noon-10 p.m.; Fri.-Sat. noon-midnight; Sun. noon-8 p.m. Gelato: kiddie, $2.50; regular, $3; large, $5; Italian ice, $2-$3.

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Kaws, a writer who has created animations for Disney, subverts advertising images affixed to the MARTA shelter on display. He breaks into the glass frontispiece and quietly paints his comic clown characters into the photos so slickly that they look as if they were meant to be there. A model in a Bebe poster ad, for example, gets a pumpkin orange face with Xs for eyes, though she keeps her full lips.?
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?Totem makes his tag three-dimensional. A cluster of wall-mounted shapes spells out his name in taped-together cardboard that's spray-painted black. His comic alter ego, Kaiser Sosae, makes small stuffed ghosts out of colored felt, and paints  mischievous little "Geists" (German for ghosts) into a series of thrift store paintings. One forest scene with a baby deer at the edge of a lake is haunted by pint-sized  phantoms fishing for old shoes, roasting hot dogs and toasting marshmallows.?

?It's not clear what the decorative flower paintings by Ben Loiz have to do with graffiti. Likewise, the architectural renderings of robots on tracing paper by Peter Rentz and a re-creation of El Tono's work, which involves light projections of his tag on buildings in Madrid. The connection is more obvious, though, in Ryan Coleman's Rauschenbergesque paperworks under Plexiglas, which are composed of spray paint, photo transfers and drawings.?

?In one corner of the gallery, Shie renders an artsy version of the palimpsest that is characteristic of real-life graffiti. On a wall washed in pale green, he writes his tag in a lighter shade of green and overlays that with random black glyphs. He then spots the surface with paintings on canvas that contain stenciled elements and lettering.?

?If anything, Coded Language reveals how graffiti has been influenced by popular culture and technology. Focused on the "civilized" side of graffiti artists, the show effectively removes the genre's true romance. After all, isn't painting the town by moonlight the most titillating aspect of works produced by these contemporary outlaws?

Coded Language continues through Aug. 10 at City Gallery Chastain, 135 W. Wieuca Road. Mon.-Sat. 11 a.m.-5 p.m. 404-257-1804.
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?If anything, ''Coded Language'' reveals how graffiti has been influenced by popular culture and technology. Focused on the "civilized" side of graffiti artists, the show effectively removes the genre's true romance. After all, isn't painting the town by moonlight the most titillating aspect of works produced by these contemporary outlaws?

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Coded Language continues through Aug. 10 at City Gallery Chastain, 135 W. Wieuca Road. Mon.-Sat. 11 a.m.-5 p.m. 404-257-1804.
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Coded Language at City Gallery Chastain defies the notion that graffiti writers just scribble on public property. Linh Ho-Carter, the international show's organizer, includes sculpture, paintings, drawings and projections along with an entire bus stop to prove her point. Behind the twisted letters, acronyms and symbols, she says, is a coded visual language that has left its stamp on fine art.... | more...
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