Sometimes friends move away, and life goes on — but not quite the same.
And art goes on with new grout for the cracks. Here is a book that finally finished itself. Chris’s vibraphone inserted itself on the left where you see the rising steps of the metal bars and the fluorescent mallets that turned themselves into roses. And on the right you find Chris and Colleen in a new environment with flowers from someone really appreciated the neighborly pot of chicken soup. And in the center, the cello and the vibes swirl all around in memory.
It’s been a while, but here’s a new one, still-in-process of becoming an artist book — notes from my journey around the United States after calling it quits with teaching art in the California prison system. This segment of the trip starts in southwest Texas during the freeze of an ice storm and ends up on the Rio Grande during the aftermath of same storm.
Last week Oola and I did a road trip and spent some time camping with California’s biggest and hungriest mosquitoes. Also shared coffee next to some old guys in bicycle spandex. Happily we arrived in the Bay Area itchy but not with too much psychological damage to visit family and friends.
One highlight of the trip was to visit the Seager Gray Gallery in Mill Valley to catch the tail end of the 13th annual Art of the Book show. This was always a special treat for us when we lived in the Bay Area.
Ascension is a kind of work I mentally associate with the gallery: mythical, magical, meditative, lyrical, both in and out of time, contemporary and ancient all at once. And I was not disappointed.
But, as in any Artist Book related show, there were a wide variety of approaches.
You can click on any image to see an enlargement.
World Books, Brian Dettmer
World Books (detail), Brian Dettmer
From this angle, Brian Dettmer’sWorld Books reminds Oola of the curiosity and affection of a baby pangolin focusing its gaze on Suzanne Grey at the desk. But when observed closely, the delicacy and intricacy of Brian’s cutting can only be called amazing. Still, this brings up an issue in the Artist Book world: a book is something that one interacts with physically, intellectually, and emotionally page by page to absorb its content. Brian’s work, from what I have observed, lives more in the camp of the artist book as pure sculpture, not to be touched, only to be admired from a distance.
Another artist, Andrew Hayes, lives in the same camp. He is not interested in conveying story or the content of the book so much as the play of iron with paper. The gestural action of the two Pulp Discourse pieces is something one feels viscerally. They certainly are beautiful and noteworthy forms, but not to be touched.
Once, while I was working as an artist in California Prisons, I brought some clay to the AIDS ward. I put lumps out on the table for the guys who gathered around and seemed interested. Naive as I was, I said “show me the inner man” and they got all poetic with their clay because that is what they thought I wanted. One fellow, however, was having none of my foolishness. At the end of the hour he presented me with his “Intestine Man”.
Valérie Buess‘s works in this show reminded me of that incident, of the hardshell-covered vulnerability of the men, and their humor even in that musty place. At least, I want to believe that her work Prescious Capsule is about vulnerability. Here is a case where the tactile wants to tell truth to the hand.
Valérie’s work Regulations is hilarious. It is spun from books documenting changes in the law. In the words of the artist, they “hold/hide their meaning very tightly, shut in the words…twirled, spiky and barbed”.
Inheritance, Jaz Graf
Inheritance, Jaz Graf
Jaz Graf‘s piece, Inheritance, consists of letterpress on porcelain pages spread out on the wall by means of steel hangers. Each pages says “nous sommes simplement de passage”, or “we are only here for a moment’s time”. This is a reminder of the intimacy of a book in a public place. I love the artist’s statement that a book is “the ghost limb of an author, but more importantly it becomes an extension of the reader’s body and experience.”
Shpilkes, Lisa Kokin
Fragment, Lisa Kokin
Traditional books by their definition need words to convey content. Artist Books, not so much. Lisa Kokin‘s work in this show uses words that have no semantic content. Just thread and recycled objects and, like she says, “shpilkes” or nervous energy.
Durer’s Deer, Renée Bott
Durer’s Deer (detail), Renée Bott
Renée Bott works to paint out the words from narratives about human cruelty. She paints the beauty of the natural world seeking to discover a future where humans live in harmony with it.
But I Didn’t Sleep Much, Tamar Stone
But I Didn’t Sleep Much (detail), Tamar Stone
Tamar Stone tells stories of women in their own words as they travel alone in troubled times. Her use of traditional text in low contrast or on distracting background makes the words seem camouflaged. The reader has to become intensely involved with unmaking, reading, then remaking the layers of the bed. These secret stories require effort to enjoy.
Meanwhile (opened on table), Macy Chadwick
Meanwhile (detail), Macy Chadwick
In Macy Chadwick‘s Meanwhile words from A Thousand and One Nights swirl through the book like a murmuration of starlings.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy from the Assassinations series, Brian Singer
Martin Luther King, Jr. from the assassination series (detail), Brian Singer
While in the gallery I heard another visitor ask “What’s with all the guns?”. Our society and culture is in the grips of a huge gun struggle and with ever-increasing frequency we convulse under the weight of a new outrage. It is on everyone’s mind. I think it necessary for artists to deal with the subject.
This show presents two artists who talk about this obsession in two different ways. The first is Brian Singer (above) who presents the guns of historical assassinations. He prints images of the guns of specific events on pages of books about the event. He cuts the paper into blocks which he turns on their sides. The images of guns appear as delicate drawings on obscured lines of text (as in the detail image above). I did not see it, but evidently with each image comes an indexing of the name of the person killed, the type of gun, and the name of the shooter. I have a couple of thoughts on this series. I think the artist misses the mark here. The “how” outweighs the “what”. I am not a fan of ambiguity in social/historical art like this. I am disappointed in this series in that it does not address the horror and helplessness we felt when we heard that the President or Martin or Bobby was shot.
Further, having worked (as an artist) in California prisons, I have learned that there is a social ranking among criminals as to who is the baddest outlaw of all. There are people who do terrible things with the goal of fame in mind. I have met them, made art in the same room as them. Other prisoners cluster around them as though they were movie stars from whom some of the fame might rub off. So I take issue with the parts of this series that names the shooter — thus, inadvertently we hope, glorifying them. The best (worst) thing that can happen to these individuals is that they, as persons, become utterly forgotten and unnamed in the world.
The second artist in the show to speak of shootings is Audrey Wilson. Shooting Range is about the Columbine slaughter. She puts her emphasis on the deaths of young people in school where we should be able to expect that they are as safe as anyone can be on this planet. Shooting Range is as different as it can be from the assassination series. It is neon, hard edged, political, urgent — and personal.
This show is closed now and I couldn’t write about all the wonderful work. You can see the show catalog on line.
But, if you are in the area, take heart!
Chris Gwaltney: And Another Thing…
June 1 – July 1, 2018
Reception for the artist:
Saturday, June 9, 5:30 – 7:30 pm
It looks like a show well worth seeing.
108 Throckmorton Avenue
Mill Valley, CA
Tuesday through Saturday,
11am – 5:00pm, Sunday 12 – 5pm
The drawings have been getting darker over the past year. In my new artist book The Horsemen of the 21st Century I remember an event from one night of camping in the Sierras.
We are tented on frosted ground near the edge of a night forest.
A pounding of hooves rushes close by.
Deer? we ask. Let’s hope it is not those four horsemen late for a logistics meeting.
Somehow I just can’t get past the feeling that those guys from the Bible and from the Fellowship of the Ring are more active than usual lately.
edition of 15
Ultra chrome pigments printed on Canson Infinity Rag Photographique, backed with Rives BFK and joined with Tyvek
Accordion fold construction with nylon tent material for a cover
The drawings are started in photoshop by drawing figure studies into transparent layers from which some lines are selected and combined in new ways with some of my photographs until a new image emerges. They are printed archival on an inkjet printer, then bound into a book form.
Nine months of work and anxious procrastination later, and I have finally finished my artist book “Meditations on a Credit Card”. I call this the completion of a Journey of Sorts.
I received a Visa card. This card is dark grey with red edges such that when one looks into the wallet, this card shows up first. Genius marketing, I thought.
I also had stacks of old prints which I had cut up for book markers — which nobody wanted. I imagined them with bloody edges. This book started coming together. Now…I’m only reluctantly an observer of marketing ploys, but I thought about this card, about revolving credit and about the pain it can bring.
This artist book not a tome on our economy. It is a collection of short musings on capitalism, consumerism, and financial plastic.
A picnic table in the rain
One seat is still available.
What does it profit man to gain the whole world and lose his planet?
Once, when speaking about the corrupting effect of the profit motive on the production of art, Ursula Le Guin said “We live in Capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the Divine Right of Kings.”
The root of the word materialism is from the Latin “mater” which means mother.
There is a wonder-filled show at the Port Angeles Fine Arts Center, coinciding with this year’s celebration of Shakespeare in the Woods. Curated by Richard Stevens, the exhibit displays costume reproductions in the styles of the times in which Shakespeare lived and worked. A click on any image will fetch a larger image, easy return to page.
Above is a Spanish Renaissance gown for Tamora, Queen of the Goths, in Titus and Andronicus. Created by Tammie Dupuis. Heavy fabric in many layers to help keep the body warm in a cold climate. Opulent and jewel encrusted to indicate the status of the wearer. Oola was smitten by this one.
Below are two costumes, roughly the same period, Italian. Warmer climate, looser drape and lighter fabrics to let air flow around the body. Created by Margo Loes, the gown is for Lady Capulet in Romeo and Juliet.
Two doublets for courtiers in Comedy of Errors and Love’s Labor Lost, and King Leone’s winter coat in A Winter’s Tale.
dublet by Lori Edwards
dublet by Lori Edwards
Coat by Richard Stevens
Succeeding generations have produced Shakespeare plays in the costumes of their day. This costume is for a Stuart-era Orsinio in Twelfth Night, created by Carmen Beaudry.
Richard Stevens, gave a talk to visitors at the opening of this show. Among the many cogent observations he made was this: that women could not perform on stage in Shakespeare’s time so women’s parts were played by men. And male actors would not stand for simpering women’s lines, so the Bard had to make strong women’s roles.
Here is a fanciful costume for Portia, the Merchant of Venice, who brilliantly makes the law work in her favor. The fanciful costume is opulent and heavy with masterful detail. (The costume’s creator is not cited in the show.)
Of course there are magical characters in Shakespeare’s. Richards is facing one of the Wierd Sisters above. Below is Prospero, from The Tempest, costume by Richard Stevens
Oola, as I said, had aspirations for being the Queen of the Goths, but that being unattainable, she was perfectly happy to play the Titania, the Queen of the Fairies, from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, costume by Margo Loes. (Apologies, Margo)
Port Angeles Fine Arts Center is sponsoring outdoor performances of Much Ado About Nothing for the next 3 weekends. At the Opening Reception for this Exhibition of costumes we were treated to a couple of preview scenes. Costumes are mid-20thCentury reinterpretations.
Producer: Jessica Elliott
Director: Anna Anderson
Friday, Saturday and Sunday of July 21 through August 6. Pre-show at 6PM, Performance follows 6:30PM. Bring ground blanket or low chairs for seating. You will be entranced.
Cost: FREE, though donations will be appreciated.
The Port Angeles Fine Arts Center is located at:
1203 E. Lauridsen Blvd.
Port Angeles, WA 98362 firstname.lastname@example.org 360-457-3532
Our trip to Portland OR on Amtrak was cancelled due to mud slides. So I cannot tell you about the opening, and show you works in the “Build” show. Bummer.
But Busy Hands here has another small book to show you.
Since moving to the Northern Olympic Peninsula I have been captivated by its natural beauty. I find myself fascinated by river rocks, and I see that many of my neighbors have collections of their favorites too. River rocks are reminders to me of the beauty in small common objects. I find visual and verbal poetry there.
My book “Build” which I featured on this blog several weeks ago was accepted into a show called “Built” at 23 Sandy Gallery in Portland OR. which opens next week. It is a book about things to build in the time of tyrants.
If you are in the area, drop in and have a look. It promises to be a great show. You can check out the online portfolio here, and you can tell Oola if I am wrong. We’re taking the train down and would be happy to see you at the opening.