Gather around all you mathematical maniacs, I need your help. I will be starting a new art project on January 1st and unfortunately, Mom and Pop didn’t pass along the math gene. Starting on the 1st of the New Year I’m going to capture next year by doing a small piece of artwork each day.
Ultimately, I want each piece to make up a one final piece if I were to hang or mount them side-by-side and up and down. I’m hoping the overall year will take the form of a rectangle. I want to keep each day’s artwork to a small square or rectangle, preferably in the 4” x 5” range. I’m flexible with the overall look of the final piece, but do want the smaller pieces to be easily cut out of wood or other material. If you can keep it simple for me…I will love you forever! So, is it possible?
Someone out there was given my math gene and must use it for good. Is that you?
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Ooooooo, ooo, ooo!
Today was like Christmas Morning as I stood in line at the Post office. Like a small child waiting to talk to Santa, I hear a booming voice hush the crowd. “Anyone that doesn’t have a cash transaction can step over here.” I looked around at all the droopy faces when the jolly Postal worker (OK, jolly might be stretching this story a bit) made eye contact with me. He had the…you just won the prize of the day grin, sorta. Yep, in my mental pj’s with the built in footies, I gleefully shuffled right up to the front and happily turned over my UPS notice. Oh the joy I felt as I skipped out to my car to rip open my package!
What to my wondering eyes should I see, but my lil’ fiver post waiting for me! I know, enough already with the lame Christmas theme…
Awe, my very first artist stamp.
Thank you Anna Banana for your hard work. Thank you Tim Mancusi for setting the stamp up digitally. His stamp is the one with the gun right next to my non-politically inspired Fiver. The stamps turned out great!
I know, my picture posts are pretty poor quality…a scanner is on the Christmas list!
What to my wondering eyes should I see, but my lil’ fiver post waiting for me! I know, enough already with the lame Christmas theme…
Awe, my very first artist stamp.
Thank you Anna Banana for your hard work. Thank you Tim Mancusi for setting the stamp up digitally. His stamp is the one with the gun right next to my non-politically inspired Fiver. The stamps turned out great!
I know, my picture posts are pretty poor quality…a scanner is on the Christmas list!
Friday, December 02, 2005
Wanna see my etchings?
The past couple weeks have been heart warming and nostalgic. In preparation for Scrooge’s “Everything-Under-$99” Art Bazaar I blew the dust off my flat files and did some digging into the “Early Works of Ms. Julia Heatherwick!” Oh yes, the troubled yet innocent youth was captured in the form of Intaglio prints. College was filled with Keystone beer, pizza, “don’t Bogart that can mannn” and a lot of “Wanna see my etchings?”
Come on out December 10 to The Empty Space and I’ll show you a lot more from noon – 7:00 pm!
Come on out December 10 to The Empty Space and I’ll show you a lot more from noon – 7:00 pm!
Monday, November 28, 2005
Scrooge's Art Bazaar this Saturday!
Scrooge’s Everything-Under-$99 Art Bazaar
The Empty Space Gallery presents an art show and sale for everyone! Unique and affordable art, including functional pieces, will be available from local artists A.S. Ashley, Julia Heatherwick, Bob Kempf, Elizabeth Hinkle, and more! This is a cash and carry show with nothing over $99.00!!! Bazaar Open House Dates:
Saturday, December 3, noon – 7pm
Saturday, December 10, noon - 7:00pm
Coffee and tea tasting with the Filling Station will be available and holiday bake sale with offerings from local businesses to benefit The Empty Space Theatre. Admission: $3.00
Art will be on view from December 3 - December 17 and available for sale 30 minutes prior to theater productions or by appointment.
The Empty Space is located at 706 Oak Street, Bakersfield, CA. The Empty Space keeps its doors open with the generous donations of our patrons. For more information, or to make an appointment, please call 327-PLAY and leave a message for Gallery Director, Julia Heatherwick.
Visit new The Empty Space Theatre Website!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Anna Banana Artist Stamp Project!
I am excited to report that I have participated in my first artist stamp project with the infamous mail-artist Anna Banana! Anna Banana has been creating mail art, artist stamps, and performance art since the early 70’s.
Thanks to the help of my friend, Tim Mancusi, my little bunny has turned into “Fiver Post.” (Fiver is my favorite bunny in Watership Down!) I will post pictures of the project once I receive the work.
Thanks to the help of my friend, Tim Mancusi, my little bunny has turned into “Fiver Post.” (Fiver is my favorite bunny in Watership Down!) I will post pictures of the project once I receive the work.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Really, I have an excuse.
I've been verbally spanked by my friendly co-bloggers for my poor neglected blog. Although I may deserve it (thank you may I have another?), here's my excuse:
I spent the last 2 weeks in DuPont, Washington taking a certification training course on Problem Solving and Decision Making. I am now a semi-professional Problem Solver. (No, I don't want to hear about your issues with your mother.) Yes, my little chaotic artistic brain was given a full once over on drawing within the lines of process. We had class from 8 – 5:30 pm everyday with 5 full hours of homework each night. Plus, we had about 8 hours of homework over the weekend. I was in problem solving bootcamp.
I have always been amazed when happenings seemed to randomly fit together like a perfect puzzle. My two weeks solidified my belief in life as a planned system and if you were to pull back far enough or look close enough you would see the pattern.
So, be kind and give me a day or so to recover and I'll be back to my usual ramblings.
I spent the last 2 weeks in DuPont, Washington taking a certification training course on Problem Solving and Decision Making. I am now a semi-professional Problem Solver. (No, I don't want to hear about your issues with your mother.) Yes, my little chaotic artistic brain was given a full once over on drawing within the lines of process. We had class from 8 – 5:30 pm everyday with 5 full hours of homework each night. Plus, we had about 8 hours of homework over the weekend. I was in problem solving bootcamp.
I have always been amazed when happenings seemed to randomly fit together like a perfect puzzle. My two weeks solidified my belief in life as a planned system and if you were to pull back far enough or look close enough you would see the pattern.
So, be kind and give me a day or so to recover and I'll be back to my usual ramblings.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
I refuse to ossify!
I’m sitting in the airport reading an article by Ben Marcus titled “Why Experimental Fiction Threatens to Destroy Publishing, Jonathan Franzen and Life as We Know it” in Harper’s Magazine. (In the background I’m listening to a middle-aged man bitch on a cell phone to a United Airline service representative. He is angerly saying that he has never received such poor service and that he demands to be put on 5:00 Alaskan Flight and that he will only sit in seat 9A or 9B. This reminds me of the lady at our local Bagel’s and Blenders bitching about her toasted bread after the girl behind the counter says she will give her untoasted bread. The lady says no, that is not necessary, but still continues to bitch about the toasted bread for another 10 minutes...looking at the menu and saying, "It doesn't say on the menu that all bread is toasted. You NEED to tell the owners to change it!." My heart begins to pound and I am unable to concentrate on my order, just like I am unable to concentrate on typing this blog entry…now I can feel this man’s anger while an anorexic woman plugs her cell phone into a wall outlet dialing frantically on her cell phone while putting one person on hold to answer another phone call, slapping the phone shut and frantically dialing another number. Panic, panic, panic…I thought America was on Prozac?)
I take a deep breath, remain sitting in my lotus style position…ahhhhh, serene smile…
So, back to the article. I won’t waste your precious reading time re-capping the article, however, he did talk about the type of books that end up on the best seller’s book list which happen to be made for the average reader. People don’t read like they should he states. The best sellers happen to mimic the easy styles of the past while those who try and push language and our thinking are marginalized. My favorite line Mr. Marcus wrote says,
“The elitists are not supposedly demanding writers such as myself but rather those who caution the culture away from literary development, who insist that the narrative achievements of the past be ossified, lacquered, and rehearsed by younger generations. In this climate artistic achievement is a legacy, and writers are encouraged to behave like cover bands, embellishing the oldies, maybe, while ensuring that buried in the song is an old familiar melody to make us smile with recognition, so that we might read more from memory than by active attention.” – Ben Marcus, Harper’s Magazine/October 2005
This made me think about visual art and how visual art is taught. (James Elkins will argue art can’t be taught in a great book titled “Why Art Cannot Not Be Taught.”) We look at history for greatness. The average person will say their favorite artist in history is Monet, Degas or get a little daring and say Picasso, but not that really abstract stuff…but the Blue Period is nice. Recently, I have heard a lot of rumblings in our The Empty Space Gallery about A.S. Ashley’s “Jesus Christ Satellite of Love” art piece in the Dia de los Muertos art show. One woman grimaced and said, “It’s so dark.” Another woman complained that it was just too disturbing and we should think about taking it down or he should at least have written an artist statement.
Artists don’t purposely make artwork that you are going to hate. At least not usually. They may, however, make art that makes you think. Not just about it, but about yourself. Because truly you are talking about yourself when you make a generalized comment like, “That is so dark.” What part of the piece is so dark? What about that part makes you think it’s dark? What does that part make you think of when you see it? When have you seen something like that before? What other things do you think are dark?
My line of questioning is about us and our reaction. That is also part of the piece. Truly great art was once thought to be disturbing, ugly, just too different then what was common during that time period.
So, I ask myself as well as other artists to not be just a cover band. I ask viewers to not succumb to group think. I ask you to dig a little deeper into your first response emotions and wonder what that tells you about you. And I ask you to hold your damn tongue and just have the poor girl behind the counter get you your untoasted bread.
I take a deep breath, remain sitting in my lotus style position…ahhhhh, serene smile…
So, back to the article. I won’t waste your precious reading time re-capping the article, however, he did talk about the type of books that end up on the best seller’s book list which happen to be made for the average reader. People don’t read like they should he states. The best sellers happen to mimic the easy styles of the past while those who try and push language and our thinking are marginalized. My favorite line Mr. Marcus wrote says,
“The elitists are not supposedly demanding writers such as myself but rather those who caution the culture away from literary development, who insist that the narrative achievements of the past be ossified, lacquered, and rehearsed by younger generations. In this climate artistic achievement is a legacy, and writers are encouraged to behave like cover bands, embellishing the oldies, maybe, while ensuring that buried in the song is an old familiar melody to make us smile with recognition, so that we might read more from memory than by active attention.” – Ben Marcus, Harper’s Magazine/October 2005
This made me think about visual art and how visual art is taught. (James Elkins will argue art can’t be taught in a great book titled “Why Art Cannot Not Be Taught.”) We look at history for greatness. The average person will say their favorite artist in history is Monet, Degas or get a little daring and say Picasso, but not that really abstract stuff…but the Blue Period is nice. Recently, I have heard a lot of rumblings in our The Empty Space Gallery about A.S. Ashley’s “Jesus Christ Satellite of Love” art piece in the Dia de los Muertos art show. One woman grimaced and said, “It’s so dark.” Another woman complained that it was just too disturbing and we should think about taking it down or he should at least have written an artist statement.
Artists don’t purposely make artwork that you are going to hate. At least not usually. They may, however, make art that makes you think. Not just about it, but about yourself. Because truly you are talking about yourself when you make a generalized comment like, “That is so dark.” What part of the piece is so dark? What about that part makes you think it’s dark? What does that part make you think of when you see it? When have you seen something like that before? What other things do you think are dark?
My line of questioning is about us and our reaction. That is also part of the piece. Truly great art was once thought to be disturbing, ugly, just too different then what was common during that time period.
So, I ask myself as well as other artists to not be just a cover band. I ask viewers to not succumb to group think. I ask you to dig a little deeper into your first response emotions and wonder what that tells you about you. And I ask you to hold your damn tongue and just have the poor girl behind the counter get you your untoasted bread.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Hot Gallery News!!!
Due to the popularity of the show, the Dia de los Muertos exhibition has been extended!
You can now see the artwork up through Saturday, November 19! You can visit the gallery every Friday and Saturday 30 minutes prior to the theatre performances at 7:30 pm or 10:30 pm before the late night show. Of course, you can always see the show by appointment by calling 327-PLAY!
More exciting news…
You have 52 days before you can open the best Christmas Gift EVER!!!! (start making your construction paper ring garland to count the days!!!)
You can’t shake it, lift off the tape just an itsy bit, heck I’m not even going to give you a hint to what it is. Nope, not giving you one little, teeny weeney hint. This thing will make you so deliriously happy that you might pee in your pants a little bit.
You can now see the artwork up through Saturday, November 19! You can visit the gallery every Friday and Saturday 30 minutes prior to the theatre performances at 7:30 pm or 10:30 pm before the late night show. Of course, you can always see the show by appointment by calling 327-PLAY!
More exciting news…
You have 52 days before you can open the best Christmas Gift EVER!!!! (start making your construction paper ring garland to count the days!!!)
You can’t shake it, lift off the tape just an itsy bit, heck I’m not even going to give you a hint to what it is. Nope, not giving you one little, teeny weeney hint. This thing will make you so deliriously happy that you might pee in your pants a little bit.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Two Weeks, Two Hearts
The Empty Space Gallery has coordinated another great art show! I was asked today, “how do you do it Julia…working 50 - 60 hours a week at a Corporate job and take on such a huge responsibility as volunteer gallery director.” I will be honest; it is 20+ hour a week gig. We have a lot of ups and downs when organizing a show. Group art shows are the most labor intensive. Take for instance, the Dia de los Muertos show that just opening this past Saturday. The show was filled with artists brand new to the art world and veterans that have been showing for years. As a gallery director, I spend a lot of time coaching new artists, answering their questions and helping them with their presentation along with sending out reminder emails to all about shipping information, consignment agreements, drop-off times and gallery opening details.
This particular show had started out as a brain-child of Maria Mercado, local theatre Director (Anna and the Tropics). Her enthusiasm for the event was evident, but her calendar just got too full for her to take it on. Since I had already sent out information to artists about the event, I decided to move on.
I sought out another volunteer to run with the festivities, but alas, two weeks before the event their calendar got just too full and they had to drop out. Wow, I hadn’t hung the show, I started a new job, I wanted to do a piece for the show…too much to do and not enough help! In walked Guinevere Park-Hall, working machine and volunteer Marketing Director at The Empty Space Theatre. I originally asked her to assist our Dia de los Muertos event coordinator with the theatre details, but without a word, she stepped up. She said, “Well…this probably couldn’t have happened at a worse time for us personally, but we will march on!” She tells me she can help me up to the event, but has another commitment to attend to on opening day.
I contacted the new Mas magazine about a month ago regarding the event and they hopped on it. Guin and I were both interviewed extensively about the show and I forwarded artist’s names, numbers and jpegs for possible inclusion in the article. I promised to snag a couple copies of the article for the out-of-town artists. (Who might I add sent me their work, nicely framed and packaged weeks ago. I love you!) I was told that it would hit the streets the Friday before! Oh, the excitement was building!
A.S. Ashley, a veteran of the art world jumped in and offered to help hang the show and get some publicity. He got an hour ½ interview on KRAB radio and a plug the day before the event.Guin lined up a musician a month ago…this event was going to be an amazing pull-off for two tired and overworked volunteers. We called each other frequently to give each other pep talks and to check in. Unfortunately, my support to Guin was minimal because I had to focus on the art and artists.
Guin checked in with the musicians, got decorations for the altar donated, food and soup ordered and dancers were slated to be contacted by a friend. Yeeehaw!
The art hang day came and all went fairly smoothly. Michael Biagiotti came up from Los Angeles to pick-up his work. I patched and painted the walls. We only had a few stragglers turning in their art and a couple issues hanging unframed work, but A.S. Ashley and I were a hardworking team and the art was great!
After a 6 hour hang day, I had a few things yet do and a week to do them in:
- Pick-up vinyl lettering from Kinko’s ($27.00 yikes, but they do look good!)
- Apply vinyl lettering
- Type up the placards for each art piece (My printer’s out of ink. I hate Dell computers…you can only get ink from them)
- Pick-up an artist’s work from their house (the things I do!)
- Get beverages and pastries donated (Thank you The Filling Station!!)
- Post the event on Bakotopia
- Send out a reminder email/press release to my contacts
- Figure out when I can actually get into the Theatre to finish my details (it is Tech week you know!)
- Read my Flawless Consulting Book, 5 Dysfunctions of a Team and Crucial Conversations books for my new job. (zzzzz, just kidding boss!)
Tuesday, we get a call. Our musician cancelled. Yikes! Guin does some magic and gets the talented Ben Gomez to donate his time. He can do it, but has to work until 5:15pm at the Spotlight Theatre…he says he will get there as soon as possible.Wednesday, we hear that the dancers were not called by a friend of the theatre. Chalk this one up to a misunderstanding.
Friday, Mas magazine article was not printed. They decided to push it to the next issue.
A few more bumps in the road, but it is Saturday. I’m driving to Kinko’s to get those placards printed and zip over to The Empty Space. At the stop light, I have a lovely experience with some teenagers on bikes spitting on my driver’s window. Great, but it is OK, I’m focused.
I’m hanging an artist’s last minute pieces that were not completely dry…takes a little longer than expected. Eeek. Guin pops over to spruce up the altar with fresh flowers and then some. Bob, the Artistic Director, gets in the spirit by helping with the arrangement. Guin, says that she will drop off the soup and food she ordered (that she donated to the cause) as she is leaving town. I’m trying to wrap up, field last minute calls from artists and friends and get home to spruce up.
I get a call from Guin. The restaurant didn’t put in her order. She pre-paid a week ago. No tortilla soup today! She makes a dash to Los Hermanos and gets it in just under the wire for the opening. She is running late for her other event, but gives me a hug and kiss and wishes me the best. I am thankful that I can truly count on her. She says she will do something and her word is gold. She is a rare artist, friend and volunteer!
The show opens, artists are adding to their altars, people are adding to the community altar, talking art, smiling and drinking. It was about celebrating and remembering those who have passed. This opening event was an inclusive day that crossed cultural boundries where we all could celebrate our loved ones and each other.
Proudly, two hearts in two weeks brought the community the Dia de los Muertos art show and opening!
This particular show had started out as a brain-child of Maria Mercado, local theatre Director (Anna and the Tropics). Her enthusiasm for the event was evident, but her calendar just got too full for her to take it on. Since I had already sent out information to artists about the event, I decided to move on.
I sought out another volunteer to run with the festivities, but alas, two weeks before the event their calendar got just too full and they had to drop out. Wow, I hadn’t hung the show, I started a new job, I wanted to do a piece for the show…too much to do and not enough help! In walked Guinevere Park-Hall, working machine and volunteer Marketing Director at The Empty Space Theatre. I originally asked her to assist our Dia de los Muertos event coordinator with the theatre details, but without a word, she stepped up. She said, “Well…this probably couldn’t have happened at a worse time for us personally, but we will march on!” She tells me she can help me up to the event, but has another commitment to attend to on opening day.
I contacted the new Mas magazine about a month ago regarding the event and they hopped on it. Guin and I were both interviewed extensively about the show and I forwarded artist’s names, numbers and jpegs for possible inclusion in the article. I promised to snag a couple copies of the article for the out-of-town artists. (Who might I add sent me their work, nicely framed and packaged weeks ago. I love you!) I was told that it would hit the streets the Friday before! Oh, the excitement was building!
A.S. Ashley, a veteran of the art world jumped in and offered to help hang the show and get some publicity. He got an hour ½ interview on KRAB radio and a plug the day before the event.Guin lined up a musician a month ago…this event was going to be an amazing pull-off for two tired and overworked volunteers. We called each other frequently to give each other pep talks and to check in. Unfortunately, my support to Guin was minimal because I had to focus on the art and artists.
Guin checked in with the musicians, got decorations for the altar donated, food and soup ordered and dancers were slated to be contacted by a friend. Yeeehaw!
The art hang day came and all went fairly smoothly. Michael Biagiotti came up from Los Angeles to pick-up his work. I patched and painted the walls. We only had a few stragglers turning in their art and a couple issues hanging unframed work, but A.S. Ashley and I were a hardworking team and the art was great!
After a 6 hour hang day, I had a few things yet do and a week to do them in:
- Pick-up vinyl lettering from Kinko’s ($27.00 yikes, but they do look good!)
- Apply vinyl lettering
- Type up the placards for each art piece (My printer’s out of ink. I hate Dell computers…you can only get ink from them)
- Pick-up an artist’s work from their house (the things I do!)
- Get beverages and pastries donated (Thank you The Filling Station!!)
- Post the event on Bakotopia
- Send out a reminder email/press release to my contacts
- Figure out when I can actually get into the Theatre to finish my details (it is Tech week you know!)
- Read my Flawless Consulting Book, 5 Dysfunctions of a Team and Crucial Conversations books for my new job. (zzzzz, just kidding boss!)
Tuesday, we get a call. Our musician cancelled. Yikes! Guin does some magic and gets the talented Ben Gomez to donate his time. He can do it, but has to work until 5:15pm at the Spotlight Theatre…he says he will get there as soon as possible.Wednesday, we hear that the dancers were not called by a friend of the theatre. Chalk this one up to a misunderstanding.
Friday, Mas magazine article was not printed. They decided to push it to the next issue.
A few more bumps in the road, but it is Saturday. I’m driving to Kinko’s to get those placards printed and zip over to The Empty Space. At the stop light, I have a lovely experience with some teenagers on bikes spitting on my driver’s window. Great, but it is OK, I’m focused.
I’m hanging an artist’s last minute pieces that were not completely dry…takes a little longer than expected. Eeek. Guin pops over to spruce up the altar with fresh flowers and then some. Bob, the Artistic Director, gets in the spirit by helping with the arrangement. Guin, says that she will drop off the soup and food she ordered (that she donated to the cause) as she is leaving town. I’m trying to wrap up, field last minute calls from artists and friends and get home to spruce up.
I get a call from Guin. The restaurant didn’t put in her order. She pre-paid a week ago. No tortilla soup today! She makes a dash to Los Hermanos and gets it in just under the wire for the opening. She is running late for her other event, but gives me a hug and kiss and wishes me the best. I am thankful that I can truly count on her. She says she will do something and her word is gold. She is a rare artist, friend and volunteer!
The show opens, artists are adding to their altars, people are adding to the community altar, talking art, smiling and drinking. It was about celebrating and remembering those who have passed. This opening event was an inclusive day that crossed cultural boundries where we all could celebrate our loved ones and each other.
Proudly, two hearts in two weeks brought the community the Dia de los Muertos art show and opening!
Sunday, October 09, 2005
I am not Greg Brown's Stalker.
I’ve decided I’m not a stalker. OK, I realize that most stalkers wouldn’t probably admit they are stalkers because that would mean you are admitting that you are creepy. I am definitely not creepy.
As some of you know, I am a Greg Brown fan. Yes, I am a FAN. It is OK to admit that. Greg Brown is probably the most delicious, handsome, sexy, intelligent, deep, sexy, down home, Zen-like, sexy-hippiesque folk singer on the circuit. A stalker wouldn’t put that on a blog with their name in the title. I first saw him perform about 10 years ago in Central Illinois with about 50 people in attendance. I was surprised to see him climb on stage with a tattered cowboy hat, dirty jeans and a worn thin white tank-top. Then he started to strum and out of him rumbled the deepest, gravelly, touch you “down there” voice. Hello!
Since then I have seen him perform seven times. I have almost all his albums and just recently purchased on EBay his “One Night” record produced in 1982 by the Coffeehouse Extempore’. I don’t even own a record player. A fan would do that. A stalker wouldn’t want that kind of electronic trail.
He performed last night at the Stanos Theatre on the Cal Poly campus in San Luis Obispo. At the last minute, I asked a friend if he wanted to go and he said yes. Sometimes I regret asking friends to go because you are just not sure how they will act during the performance. When I am in a Greg Brown zone, I don’t want you to nudge me, whisper to me or breathe in my general direction. Luckily, I had my ticket so he would have to fend for himself in another section. My seat was perfect. I was nestled on stage left in the second row. The planets were aligned and I did not have anyone sitting in front of me. I was seated so close that if the stupid woman next to me wasn’t wearing such a god awful perfume, I might have been able to smell him. All was perfect minus the minor distractions of the loving couple next to me and the hairy backed man located off to my right. Even back hair can disrupt a perfect evening of Greg Brown.
Greg was in good spirits. He joked a bit with the crowd and even recognized a friend in the audience. I wondered what it would be like to be Greg’s friend. I looked over at Joe Price (Greg’s friend) and wondered what was so special about him. I decided I might secretly touch Joe at the end of the performance. A stalker might do that, but so would a fan, so I was ok with that.
The performance was intimate and pretty much perfect, but came to an end too soon as usual. I hooted and hollered, but there was no second encore.
As the crowd started to file out I made my way toward Greg’s friend. Just as I was about to make my move my friend joined up with me and intercepted my plan. Damn-it.
We made our way out the exit and I was walking slowly. We exited and I realized we were at the back of the Theatre. Greg probably would come out this way. I decided to stall our exit by saying I needed to go back in to the theatre to use the restroom. I did. I urged him to buy a CD. I lingered contemplating the crappy art on the wall. Then I thought this is the right time. He wants to go right, but I say we can get to the parking by going left. We walk and…there he is in his tank top standing at the back door of the theatre. I knew it. He was there with the friend I almost touched, but now I have my oblivious friend chatting away, distracting me of my focus. He sees my line of sight…and dumbly says, “Hey, that’s Greg Brown. Let’s go over and get my CD signed.” I halted, frightened. I’ve never talked to Greg Brown. I mean I’ve watched him talk to other fans while I stood back. I’ve had the opportunity. He once sat close to me at a Folk Festival and I just looked at him with his green, over the shoulder messenger bag with a giant ink stain on it, but I have never marched right up and said “I’m your biggest FAN!” I mean come on, I’m not a freakin’ dork. So, there I am standing so close to a possible meeting and I was frozen. A fan would walk up to him and say they were a fan. A fan wouldn’t really care if they sounded like an idiot. A fan would have brought their 1982 Greg Brown “One Night…” album with a perfect pen to have him sign it. No, I wasn’t his number one fan.
I realized that I am in the star struck purgatory. I am probably stuck for eternity between “Stalker” and “Number One Fan.”
I’ve decided that I am Greg Brown’s Number One…Lurker.
Greg Brown
As some of you know, I am a Greg Brown fan. Yes, I am a FAN. It is OK to admit that. Greg Brown is probably the most delicious, handsome, sexy, intelligent, deep, sexy, down home, Zen-like, sexy-hippiesque folk singer on the circuit. A stalker wouldn’t put that on a blog with their name in the title. I first saw him perform about 10 years ago in Central Illinois with about 50 people in attendance. I was surprised to see him climb on stage with a tattered cowboy hat, dirty jeans and a worn thin white tank-top. Then he started to strum and out of him rumbled the deepest, gravelly, touch you “down there” voice. Hello!
Since then I have seen him perform seven times. I have almost all his albums and just recently purchased on EBay his “One Night” record produced in 1982 by the Coffeehouse Extempore’. I don’t even own a record player. A fan would do that. A stalker wouldn’t want that kind of electronic trail.
He performed last night at the Stanos Theatre on the Cal Poly campus in San Luis Obispo. At the last minute, I asked a friend if he wanted to go and he said yes. Sometimes I regret asking friends to go because you are just not sure how they will act during the performance. When I am in a Greg Brown zone, I don’t want you to nudge me, whisper to me or breathe in my general direction. Luckily, I had my ticket so he would have to fend for himself in another section. My seat was perfect. I was nestled on stage left in the second row. The planets were aligned and I did not have anyone sitting in front of me. I was seated so close that if the stupid woman next to me wasn’t wearing such a god awful perfume, I might have been able to smell him. All was perfect minus the minor distractions of the loving couple next to me and the hairy backed man located off to my right. Even back hair can disrupt a perfect evening of Greg Brown.
Greg was in good spirits. He joked a bit with the crowd and even recognized a friend in the audience. I wondered what it would be like to be Greg’s friend. I looked over at Joe Price (Greg’s friend) and wondered what was so special about him. I decided I might secretly touch Joe at the end of the performance. A stalker might do that, but so would a fan, so I was ok with that.
The performance was intimate and pretty much perfect, but came to an end too soon as usual. I hooted and hollered, but there was no second encore.
As the crowd started to file out I made my way toward Greg’s friend. Just as I was about to make my move my friend joined up with me and intercepted my plan. Damn-it.
We made our way out the exit and I was walking slowly. We exited and I realized we were at the back of the Theatre. Greg probably would come out this way. I decided to stall our exit by saying I needed to go back in to the theatre to use the restroom. I did. I urged him to buy a CD. I lingered contemplating the crappy art on the wall. Then I thought this is the right time. He wants to go right, but I say we can get to the parking by going left. We walk and…there he is in his tank top standing at the back door of the theatre. I knew it. He was there with the friend I almost touched, but now I have my oblivious friend chatting away, distracting me of my focus. He sees my line of sight…and dumbly says, “Hey, that’s Greg Brown. Let’s go over and get my CD signed.” I halted, frightened. I’ve never talked to Greg Brown. I mean I’ve watched him talk to other fans while I stood back. I’ve had the opportunity. He once sat close to me at a Folk Festival and I just looked at him with his green, over the shoulder messenger bag with a giant ink stain on it, but I have never marched right up and said “I’m your biggest FAN!” I mean come on, I’m not a freakin’ dork. So, there I am standing so close to a possible meeting and I was frozen. A fan would walk up to him and say they were a fan. A fan wouldn’t really care if they sounded like an idiot. A fan would have brought their 1982 Greg Brown “One Night…” album with a perfect pen to have him sign it. No, I wasn’t his number one fan.
I realized that I am in the star struck purgatory. I am probably stuck for eternity between “Stalker” and “Number One Fan.”
I’ve decided that I am Greg Brown’s Number One…Lurker.
Greg Brown
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
"Stickerwoman."
My creative process surely indicates genius. I came home around 8:30 pm tonight with plenty of time to create the piece that has been haunting me all week. I have received two comments thus far on my much awaited balloon animal Dia de los Muertos art piece. OK, I know I put it out there, but come on people…an artist can’t work under this kind of pressure! (I’m talking to you Barbara R. and Matildakay!)
So, I came home and did the usual routine hoping for inspiration. I fed the cat, I pet the cat, I talked on the phone, I left messages for people, I logged onto email and then with a burst of energy I spent 45 minutes finding homes for my Sticker Nation stickers. Oh yes, my creative juices are really working overtime!
So, I came home and did the usual routine hoping for inspiration. I fed the cat, I pet the cat, I talked on the phone, I left messages for people, I logged onto email and then with a burst of energy I spent 45 minutes finding homes for my Sticker Nation stickers. Oh yes, my creative juices are really working overtime!
Gemini Power!
No title needed.
Did I tell you…
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Major Leakage!
As my thoughts come to a close on Webzine2005, I dream of Webzine2006. It looks like my skills as a “handler” and “candy/soda girl” leaked into the inner Webzine2005 circle! Eddie, chief organizer, seems to be vying for my “handler” skills. Eddie, I’m here for you darling! By the way, do you know Scott?
Today has been a frantic day for Senorita Gallery Director as I get ready for the Dia de los Muertos art exhibit at The Empty Space Gallery. I probably shouldn’t divulge this bit of artistic information, but I have been working last minute on my own submission. Since I’ve taken on the responsibility of Gallery Director, I have had little time to create. I use my group shows as opportunities to force myself to squeeze out some time in the art studio. Which, by the way, is a complete disaster...
It has leaked onto my dining room floor...
It’s coming slow, but I think I have an idea. It revolves around balloon animals. That is all I’m going to tell you. You will have to come to the art opening on Saturday, October 15 from 4 – 7:00 pm to see how I’m going to tie balloon animals to a Day of the Dead
celebration!
Webzine 2005
Today has been a frantic day for Senorita Gallery Director as I get ready for the Dia de los Muertos art exhibit at The Empty Space Gallery. I probably shouldn’t divulge this bit of artistic information, but I have been working last minute on my own submission. Since I’ve taken on the responsibility of Gallery Director, I have had little time to create. I use my group shows as opportunities to force myself to squeeze out some time in the art studio. Which, by the way, is a complete disaster...
It has leaked onto my dining room floor...
It’s coming slow, but I think I have an idea. It revolves around balloon animals. That is all I’m going to tell you. You will have to come to the art opening on Saturday, October 15 from 4 – 7:00 pm to see how I’m going to tie balloon animals to a Day of the Dead
celebration!
Webzine 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
Webzine 2005 Conference Part 2.5
Located centrally at the conference, the Chi was circulating at the Concession/Badge making hub! I felt in control of the Webziners general internal satisfaction. I delivered Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Hansen’s Mandarin Lime, Kiwi Strawberry and Key Lime, bottled water and Cliff bars for only $1.00.
One general observation I made during the conference. I’m not really that funny. I’ve been living in a false reality for ten years at work. Everyday I walk into work at my business casual, fortune 500 company and walk the corridors saying, "Whoooooweeee it’s a Monday!”, “Working hard or hardly workin’?”, “You got time to lean you got time to clean!”, “Whoa…you caught me slackin’ on hump day!”, “Thank goodness it’s a Friday!”…
OK, you might not be laughing…but add in wild gesticulation and quirky facial expressions and I’m killing on main stage at the Comedy Store. Nope, not at Webzine 2005. My wild gesticulating and flirty smiles complimenting a contagious booming laugh…got nothin’. So, I resigned myself to just delivering the goods somberly like a solid B volunteer. I trudged through my 6 hours of volunteer work like a trooper.
I did, however, make a top secret business deal with Sir Srini Kumar of Unamerican Activities and StickerNation. All I can divulge at this time is that I am playing a feature-role as “Waterwoman!” Don’t even try to pry any more details out of me. I will tell you it has to do with water, but that is it. No more than that, well other than I will be a woman handling water. So, my lips are sealed. This secret is safe with me. I’m a vault. (A lot more on this later!)
(Subliminal message: log onto www.thebuzzblogs.com )
Webzine 2005
One general observation I made during the conference. I’m not really that funny. I’ve been living in a false reality for ten years at work. Everyday I walk into work at my business casual, fortune 500 company and walk the corridors saying, "Whoooooweeee it’s a Monday!”, “Working hard or hardly workin’?”, “You got time to lean you got time to clean!”, “Whoa…you caught me slackin’ on hump day!”, “Thank goodness it’s a Friday!”…
OK, you might not be laughing…but add in wild gesticulation and quirky facial expressions and I’m killing on main stage at the Comedy Store. Nope, not at Webzine 2005. My wild gesticulating and flirty smiles complimenting a contagious booming laugh…got nothin’. So, I resigned myself to just delivering the goods somberly like a solid B volunteer. I trudged through my 6 hours of volunteer work like a trooper.
I did, however, make a top secret business deal with Sir Srini Kumar of Unamerican Activities and StickerNation. All I can divulge at this time is that I am playing a feature-role as “Waterwoman!” Don’t even try to pry any more details out of me. I will tell you it has to do with water, but that is it. No more than that, well other than I will be a woman handling water. So, my lips are sealed. This secret is safe with me. I’m a vault. (A lot more on this later!)
(Subliminal message: log onto www.thebuzzblogs.com )
Webzine 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Webzine2005 Conference Part 2.25
The San Francisco public transit is amazing! I can now count on two hands how many times I have used public transit. I feel so cool and so "city."
I arrived to the conference in plenty of time for my volunteer shift. Yep, this cheapskate volunteered for 5 hours to save $24 bucks! I was really hoping to use this opportunity to network. As some of you know, I give myself over to “The Man” Monday through Friday at a large, local insurance company. Networking is a mandatory survival skill. Armed with my best weapon, Leila my volunteer organizer, gives me my new title: “handler.” Oh yeah, I will definitely excel as a handler. I can handle anything…bring it on. My wit and charm will dazzle the Webzine organizers…maybe there will be a “Webzine Volunteer of the Year” award. Watch me handle…
Leila gave me the low down. I was to find Scott. A tall guy, with a very funky shirt. He is the current “handler” and will give me my orders. I head to the sponsor room and thinking the description was vague, I spot a very in charge looking fella, tall and funky shirt…that must be him. I ask, are you Sccccoooooottttt? That bit is to indicate that Scott is probably the most handsome man I have ever seen. Did she forget to mention his striking blue eyes; his just rolled out of bed hair and scratch my body red all over beard? So Scott, you’re the current handler...I’m a handler too. I can handle some things if you need me to handle them, I mean I just talked to someone and they said to talk to you about handling. Can I handle anything right now? Yep, my wit and charm didn’t fail me! Scott looks me up and down…says, well I think I have everything under control. Wanna make a sign. Like a lap dog, I nod enthusiastically. I made the sign. He said good sign. I panted and smiled proudly at my Master’s Lounge sign-up sheet. Anything else? No…why don’t you go see Leila maybe she'll have something for you. I see Leila and report that it is all under control. I handled the sign. She informs me that basically, I was to be there for the sponsors and speakers in case they need anything. At that moment a frantic man pops over to her. He says, I need a monitor and a 45RTX cable (something like that). Leila looks at me….I look at Leila…Leila and I spent a few seconds looking at each other, she looks toward Ryan, then me then asks Ryan…Do you think you can “handle” this?
So, Julia…you think you could sell concessions?
Oh yes, I can sell concessions, boy can I sell concessions. I’m a volunteer at a non-profit theatre and I sometimes sell concess…OK, I’ll talk to Jake about selling. Thanks Leila…uh, ok…sure, talk to you in a bit. Oh yeah, Ms. ConcesSIONS...wooooweeeee, I can SELL concessions!
Webzine 2005
I arrived to the conference in plenty of time for my volunteer shift. Yep, this cheapskate volunteered for 5 hours to save $24 bucks! I was really hoping to use this opportunity to network. As some of you know, I give myself over to “The Man” Monday through Friday at a large, local insurance company. Networking is a mandatory survival skill. Armed with my best weapon, Leila my volunteer organizer, gives me my new title: “handler.” Oh yeah, I will definitely excel as a handler. I can handle anything…bring it on. My wit and charm will dazzle the Webzine organizers…maybe there will be a “Webzine Volunteer of the Year” award. Watch me handle…
Leila gave me the low down. I was to find Scott. A tall guy, with a very funky shirt. He is the current “handler” and will give me my orders. I head to the sponsor room and thinking the description was vague, I spot a very in charge looking fella, tall and funky shirt…that must be him. I ask, are you Sccccoooooottttt? That bit is to indicate that Scott is probably the most handsome man I have ever seen. Did she forget to mention his striking blue eyes; his just rolled out of bed hair and scratch my body red all over beard? So Scott, you’re the current handler...I’m a handler too. I can handle some things if you need me to handle them, I mean I just talked to someone and they said to talk to you about handling. Can I handle anything right now? Yep, my wit and charm didn’t fail me! Scott looks me up and down…says, well I think I have everything under control. Wanna make a sign. Like a lap dog, I nod enthusiastically. I made the sign. He said good sign. I panted and smiled proudly at my Master’s Lounge sign-up sheet. Anything else? No…why don’t you go see Leila maybe she'll have something for you. I see Leila and report that it is all under control. I handled the sign. She informs me that basically, I was to be there for the sponsors and speakers in case they need anything. At that moment a frantic man pops over to her. He says, I need a monitor and a 45RTX cable (something like that). Leila looks at me….I look at Leila…Leila and I spent a few seconds looking at each other, she looks toward Ryan, then me then asks Ryan…Do you think you can “handle” this?
So, Julia…you think you could sell concessions?
Oh yes, I can sell concessions, boy can I sell concessions. I’m a volunteer at a non-profit theatre and I sometimes sell concess…OK, I’ll talk to Jake about selling. Thanks Leila…uh, ok…sure, talk to you in a bit. Oh yeah, Ms. ConcesSIONS...wooooweeeee, I can SELL concessions!
Webzine 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Webzine2005 Conference - Part 1
I’m two days back from Webzine 2005 and I’m still marinating. I left Bakersfield late on Friday. As always, leaving meant a thousand errands to ensure I would have a positively positive webzine experience. I stayed with my friend Jan, an artist I met at an artist book class at the San Francisco Center for the Books Arts about three years ago. She lives in the Sunset district and you can see Golden Gate park from her house. I called Jan to confirm my stay. She said that I had to be there at 7:00 pm and better put my shoulder to the wheel so we could go to a Thai restaurant with some of her artist friends from out of town. Well, it was 6:30 pm and I was in Hayward. Nope, I wouldn’t make it by 7:00. I told her I would call her as I got close and she could give me directions. So, I’m on the Bay Bridge, its 7:00 pm and I realize I don’t have her cell phone number. Lovely. I’m sure she’ll call me. I hope she calls me because I'm hungry and really have to pee. I then proceed to drive around Mission and Market Street, hoping for a call, hoping for a parking spot, hoping I could pee. It was 7:45 pm. No call, no parking spot and well, you know the rest. By this time, I have resigned myself to parking anywhere and getting my city “tough face” on. Yes, I have a tough face. (I’ve had to use it on a few of my gallery artists for not being on time to drop off their work…you know who you are!)
I find a beautiful parking spot. I see a busy restaurant. I had a strange feeling. I’ve been here before. I was just driving around randomly solely focused on food and relief. I hike to the restaurant make the needed B-line to relief. I’m told a 45 minute wait or I could eat at the bar. I squeeze myself up to the bar. No stools, yet people were eating a full-course meal standing up. Only in San Francisco. I wedge myself between Mr. Fancy Pants and Nice Lady from Japan. Mr. FP took it upon himself to educate me on the menu. I decided on the Caesar salad. He loudly states, “Nice choice…it’s an authentic Caesar, well, except they don’t use a wooden bowl…they use a stainless steel bowl, but not by choice you know, there are health issues if they were to do that.” I’m glad I am getting an intimate verbal tour of my meal and I get to enjoy its authenticity standing up. It only seems deserving of such an ovation.
I state to NLJ that this place feels so familiar. My friend John took me to his gallery and it looked just like this area. Mr. FP butts in and says do you mean Lincart gallery?...becaues it is right across the alley. I look through the window and see, yes, it is John’s gallery. The current window display looks like a sporting goods store with book bags neatly filling up the window. This goes right back to my feeling of odd coincidences. A whole city with just one parking spot and it just so happens to be right across the street from John’s gallery. Synchronicity is there if you watch for it.
It was 9:30 pm, I get a call from Jan and she is home and I am thankful and tired. My authentic Caesar salad was OK (wooden bowls are a critical ingredient) and I’m ready to rest my brain for my big Webzine 2005 Conference!
Webzine 2005
I find a beautiful parking spot. I see a busy restaurant. I had a strange feeling. I’ve been here before. I was just driving around randomly solely focused on food and relief. I hike to the restaurant make the needed B-line to relief. I’m told a 45 minute wait or I could eat at the bar. I squeeze myself up to the bar. No stools, yet people were eating a full-course meal standing up. Only in San Francisco. I wedge myself between Mr. Fancy Pants and Nice Lady from Japan. Mr. FP took it upon himself to educate me on the menu. I decided on the Caesar salad. He loudly states, “Nice choice…it’s an authentic Caesar, well, except they don’t use a wooden bowl…they use a stainless steel bowl, but not by choice you know, there are health issues if they were to do that.” I’m glad I am getting an intimate verbal tour of my meal and I get to enjoy its authenticity standing up. It only seems deserving of such an ovation.
I state to NLJ that this place feels so familiar. My friend John took me to his gallery and it looked just like this area. Mr. FP butts in and says do you mean Lincart gallery?...becaues it is right across the alley. I look through the window and see, yes, it is John’s gallery. The current window display looks like a sporting goods store with book bags neatly filling up the window. This goes right back to my feeling of odd coincidences. A whole city with just one parking spot and it just so happens to be right across the street from John’s gallery. Synchronicity is there if you watch for it.
It was 9:30 pm, I get a call from Jan and she is home and I am thankful and tired. My authentic Caesar salad was OK (wooden bowls are a critical ingredient) and I’m ready to rest my brain for my big Webzine 2005 Conference!
Webzine 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
Webzine2005 Conference!
I'm roadtripping to San Francisco for the Webzine2005 conference!
You will hear all about it next week.
Short inspirational note:
I've noticed that this year has been filled with synchronicity in the arts. Put yourself in the middle of what you love and amazing things will start to happen.
You will hear all about it next week.
Short inspirational note:
I've noticed that this year has been filled with synchronicity in the arts. Put yourself in the middle of what you love and amazing things will start to happen.
Controversial unveiling.
Do artists have a responsibility to challenge group thought? Do we veer off into two categories of artists: Decorative vs. New Thought/Social Change? Can something be both? Would that be a piece that is sneaks into someone’s home and subtly changes the owner’s behavior?
I recently read an article about a public sculpture that was unveiled in Trafalgar Square in London. The fourth plinth was a sculpture of a naked, pregnant disabled woman titled Alison Lapper Pregnant. There were gasps at the unveiling vs. cheers from the audience. Some saw beauty and some saw horror. The audience wanted to know why the sculpture had to be naked and shown pregnant or were they just veiling their horror of seeing an armless and disfigured woman glorified?
Like artist Marc Quinn, push yourself to provoke thought and drive change!
Group think is dangerous.
I recently read an article about a public sculpture that was unveiled in Trafalgar Square in London. The fourth plinth was a sculpture of a naked, pregnant disabled woman titled Alison Lapper Pregnant. There were gasps at the unveiling vs. cheers from the audience. Some saw beauty and some saw horror. The audience wanted to know why the sculpture had to be naked and shown pregnant or were they just veiling their horror of seeing an armless and disfigured woman glorified?
Like artist Marc Quinn, push yourself to provoke thought and drive change!
Group think is dangerous.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Artist Stamps!
Thanks to my friends John Held, Jr. and Tim Mancusi, I am stepping into the underground art world lair. I’ve dabbled in mail art, have collected zines, secretly drooled over a world captured by Juxtapose…now, I am starting my first artist stamp project.
Artist stamps have been given some attention recently in the news for images of our President with a gun to his head.
Tim Mancusi will be schooling me in the fine art of artist stamp set-up while Mr. John Held, Jr., also know as “The Perforator” has graciously offered to perform my sheet perforation. I’m all giddy like a little school girl! I will keep you updated on the project.
Artist stamps have been given some attention recently in the news for images of our President with a gun to his head.
Tim Mancusi will be schooling me in the fine art of artist stamp set-up while Mr. John Held, Jr., also know as “The Perforator” has graciously offered to perform my sheet perforation. I’m all giddy like a little school girl! I will keep you updated on the project.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
The place to be on Saturday!
The Empty Space Gallery had a great turn out for Michael Biagiotti’s solo exhibition. See what local art scene writers N.L. Belardes and Matildakay have to say about the evening!
If you want to stay connected with what is really happening in Bakersfield…check their blogs out daily!
If you want to stay connected with what is really happening in Bakersfield…check their blogs out daily!
Monday, September 12, 2005
I've only just begun...
A friend of mine recently responded to my blog entry "Brewing Rant" saying Marylee is probably: “a lock-step servant of the printed Bible. A "every jot and tittle" type.” I loved his use of words…
Speaking of the bible, I wanted to add the below research regarding further inquiry about homosexuality and religious activists.
The biggest passage “those people” site from the bible is Leviticus 18:22
KJV: “Thou shalt not lie with a man as with a woman: it is an abomination.
NIV: “Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable.” Living Bible: “Homosexuality is absolutely forbidden, for it is an enormous sin,”
The book of Leviticus is a part of the Hebrew Law and contains everything from commandments for men not to shave the edges of their beards (Lev 19:27); orders not to have intercourse during menstruation (Lev 18:19); not to harvest different crops in the same field (Lev 19:19); as well as numerous dietary laws. All of these are an abomination.
Another interesting note: Jesus never talked about Homosexuality. The prophets never talked about Homosexuality.
This and more detailed information was thoroughly researched and put together by Justin R. Cannon. Please visit his website at www.Truthsetsfree.net
Thank you Joseph for your research!
Speaking of the bible, I wanted to add the below research regarding further inquiry about homosexuality and religious activists.
The biggest passage “those people” site from the bible is Leviticus 18:22
KJV: “Thou shalt not lie with a man as with a woman: it is an abomination.
NIV: “Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable.” Living Bible: “Homosexuality is absolutely forbidden, for it is an enormous sin,”
The book of Leviticus is a part of the Hebrew Law and contains everything from commandments for men not to shave the edges of their beards (Lev 19:27); orders not to have intercourse during menstruation (Lev 18:19); not to harvest different crops in the same field (Lev 19:19); as well as numerous dietary laws. All of these are an abomination.
Another interesting note: Jesus never talked about Homosexuality. The prophets never talked about Homosexuality.
This and more detailed information was thoroughly researched and put together by Justin R. Cannon. Please visit his website at www.Truthsetsfree.net
Thank you Joseph for your research!
Brewing Rant
I must veer off the Art Speak road for a moment.
Two things have me fired up today, but I will only begin to talk about one.
The big ONE would be: “Doesn’t Your Vote Count for Something” article by Marylee Shrider on the front page of Saturday’s Local section of The Californian.
Mind you, my response is just brewing…
Miss Marylee opposes gay marriage. Miss Marylee feels strongly about supporting the ignorance of the majority of the Kern County voters. Miss Marylee believes “Marriage, as it has been defined for thousands of years, represents the foundation of our social order. …the majority of Californians aren’t ready to give up on the institutions. Not yet. Not anytime soon.”
WOW, that is a great ending comment. An “institution” should not be questioned!!! My frustration with her flip ending began my search on the institution of heterosexual marriage.
I must defer to a brilliant letter written by Gary Leupp, Professor of History at Tufts University, and Adjunct Professor of Comparative Religion. He is the author of Male Colors: The Construction of Homosexuality in Tokugawa, Japan and Interracial Intimacy in Japan: Western Men and Japanese Women, 1543-1900.
An excerpt of his letter:
“You invoke "History" as though it's some source of authority, but you really don't know much about it, do you? "No investigation, no right to speak," I always say, and if you want to talk about homosexual unions in recorded history you should do some study first. First I recommend you read John Boswell's fine book Christianity, Social Tolerance, and Homosexuality (University of Chicago Press, 1980), in which he documents legally recognized homosexual marriage in ancient Rome extending into the Christian period, and his Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe (Villard Books, 1994), in which he discusses Church-blessed same-sex unions and even an ancient Christian same-sex nuptial liturgy. Then check out my Male Colors: The Construction of Homosexuality in Tokuga wa Japan (University of California Press, 1995) in which I describe the "brotherhood-bonds" between samurai males, involving written contracts and sometimes severe punishments for infidelity, in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. Check out the literature on the Azande of the southern Sudan, where for centuries warriors bonded, in all legitimacy, with "boy-wives." Or read Marjorie Topley's study of lesbian marriages in Guangdong, China into the early twentieth century. Check out Yale law professor William Eskridge's The Case for Same-Sex Marriage (1996), and other of this scholar's works, replete with many historical examples.
What the study of world history will really tell you, is that pretty much any kind of sexual behavior can become institutionalized somewhere, sometime. You know that polygamy remains normal and legal in many nations, as it was among your Mormon forebears in Utah. In Tibet, polyandry has a long history, and modern Chinese law seems powerless to prevent marriages between one women and two or three men. Getting back to same-sex issues, the Sambia of New Guinea have traditionally believed that for an adolescent boy to grow into a man, he absolutely must fellate an adult male and chug the semen down. I'm not making this up; see Gilbert H. Herdt, Guardians of the Flutes (Columbia University Press, 1981). Now you and I would see that as a kind of child abuse, but to the Sambians, it's just common sense. It's been that way for well over 3,000 years of their history. (You might want to ask yourself: does that 3,000 year record make it right?)”
Over the last 3,000 years to which you specifically allude (someone else was telling National Public Radio that the Supreme Justice Court ruling defied 5,000 years, which would make departure from precedent even more serious), there has in fact been no global marriage norm. In some societies, a man and woman, of their own free will, formed a relationship, decided to forge a life-long commitment, got the necessary permissions and ceremonial legitimacy, started having sex after that, and maintained a monogamous union thereafter until one died. That's been very unusual, though. Arranged marriages involving varying degrees of input by the couple (usually less by the female) have been more the norm. (Do you realize how radically sections of humankind departed from the prior "history" you so validate, when we started insisting on the freedom of young couples to marry without their parent's consent, and to do so based on "love"---which is another complex and evolving historical category? You might perhaps read Friedrich Engels' still relevant book The Origins of the Family, Private Property, and the State, and learn something about how capitalism and the whole notion of the free market played a positive role here.)
For demographic and economic reasons (rather than articulated moral ones), monogamy has generally been far more widespread than polygamy. But in more societies than not, wealthy, powerful men have enjoyed the polygamous option. That of course goes for the ancient Hebrews.
My point, again, is just that views on these issues aren't historically static, and good decent people can work to change them.
The freedom to link yourself to another, and benefit from whatever range of privileges your political and cultural environment confer on "marriage," should not be arbitrarily confined to males who are attracted to females, and to females attracted to males. Even if that premise had, in fact, as you suggest, prevailed since the dawn of civilization, it would be irrational. If history (with a capital H), has any function at all, it is to induce people, merely through cumulative experience, to get more rational, and thereby alleviate the kinds of suffering they can inflict upon themselves. Recognition of gay marriage is a step towards recognizing reality, and alleviating the oppression homophobic ignorance and hatred inevitably inflict. That's the reasoning behind the Supreme Judicial Court of Massachusetts' ruling.”
Read the entire article on counterpunch.org.
All I can say is WOW, that is a pretty great institution!
Like I said...this one is brewing and might spill out in another entry.
Two things have me fired up today, but I will only begin to talk about one.
The big ONE would be: “Doesn’t Your Vote Count for Something” article by Marylee Shrider on the front page of Saturday’s Local section of The Californian.
Mind you, my response is just brewing…
Miss Marylee opposes gay marriage. Miss Marylee feels strongly about supporting the ignorance of the majority of the Kern County voters. Miss Marylee believes “Marriage, as it has been defined for thousands of years, represents the foundation of our social order. …the majority of Californians aren’t ready to give up on the institutions. Not yet. Not anytime soon.”
WOW, that is a great ending comment. An “institution” should not be questioned!!! My frustration with her flip ending began my search on the institution of heterosexual marriage.
I must defer to a brilliant letter written by Gary Leupp, Professor of History at Tufts University, and Adjunct Professor of Comparative Religion. He is the author of Male Colors: The Construction of Homosexuality in Tokugawa, Japan and Interracial Intimacy in Japan: Western Men and Japanese Women, 1543-1900.
An excerpt of his letter:
“You invoke "History" as though it's some source of authority, but you really don't know much about it, do you? "No investigation, no right to speak," I always say, and if you want to talk about homosexual unions in recorded history you should do some study first. First I recommend you read John Boswell's fine book Christianity, Social Tolerance, and Homosexuality (University of Chicago Press, 1980), in which he documents legally recognized homosexual marriage in ancient Rome extending into the Christian period, and his Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe (Villard Books, 1994), in which he discusses Church-blessed same-sex unions and even an ancient Christian same-sex nuptial liturgy. Then check out my Male Colors: The Construction of Homosexuality in Tokuga wa Japan (University of California Press, 1995) in which I describe the "brotherhood-bonds" between samurai males, involving written contracts and sometimes severe punishments for infidelity, in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. Check out the literature on the Azande of the southern Sudan, where for centuries warriors bonded, in all legitimacy, with "boy-wives." Or read Marjorie Topley's study of lesbian marriages in Guangdong, China into the early twentieth century. Check out Yale law professor William Eskridge's The Case for Same-Sex Marriage (1996), and other of this scholar's works, replete with many historical examples.
What the study of world history will really tell you, is that pretty much any kind of sexual behavior can become institutionalized somewhere, sometime. You know that polygamy remains normal and legal in many nations, as it was among your Mormon forebears in Utah. In Tibet, polyandry has a long history, and modern Chinese law seems powerless to prevent marriages between one women and two or three men. Getting back to same-sex issues, the Sambia of New Guinea have traditionally believed that for an adolescent boy to grow into a man, he absolutely must fellate an adult male and chug the semen down. I'm not making this up; see Gilbert H. Herdt, Guardians of the Flutes (Columbia University Press, 1981). Now you and I would see that as a kind of child abuse, but to the Sambians, it's just common sense. It's been that way for well over 3,000 years of their history. (You might want to ask yourself: does that 3,000 year record make it right?)”
Over the last 3,000 years to which you specifically allude (someone else was telling National Public Radio that the Supreme Justice Court ruling defied 5,000 years, which would make departure from precedent even more serious), there has in fact been no global marriage norm. In some societies, a man and woman, of their own free will, formed a relationship, decided to forge a life-long commitment, got the necessary permissions and ceremonial legitimacy, started having sex after that, and maintained a monogamous union thereafter until one died. That's been very unusual, though. Arranged marriages involving varying degrees of input by the couple (usually less by the female) have been more the norm. (Do you realize how radically sections of humankind departed from the prior "history" you so validate, when we started insisting on the freedom of young couples to marry without their parent's consent, and to do so based on "love"---which is another complex and evolving historical category? You might perhaps read Friedrich Engels' still relevant book The Origins of the Family, Private Property, and the State, and learn something about how capitalism and the whole notion of the free market played a positive role here.)
For demographic and economic reasons (rather than articulated moral ones), monogamy has generally been far more widespread than polygamy. But in more societies than not, wealthy, powerful men have enjoyed the polygamous option. That of course goes for the ancient Hebrews.
My point, again, is just that views on these issues aren't historically static, and good decent people can work to change them.
The freedom to link yourself to another, and benefit from whatever range of privileges your political and cultural environment confer on "marriage," should not be arbitrarily confined to males who are attracted to females, and to females attracted to males. Even if that premise had, in fact, as you suggest, prevailed since the dawn of civilization, it would be irrational. If history (with a capital H), has any function at all, it is to induce people, merely through cumulative experience, to get more rational, and thereby alleviate the kinds of suffering they can inflict upon themselves. Recognition of gay marriage is a step towards recognizing reality, and alleviating the oppression homophobic ignorance and hatred inevitably inflict. That's the reasoning behind the Supreme Judicial Court of Massachusetts' ruling.”
Read the entire article on counterpunch.org.
All I can say is WOW, that is a pretty great institution!
Like I said...this one is brewing and might spill out in another entry.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Confession.
I have a guilty pleasure. It is glossy, tough and dirty. Juxtapoz. Yep, Juxtapoz magazine. I know I should be burning the mid-night oil with Art Papers, ArtForum and Art News…but no, I have locked my bedroom door, stole the flashlight and am silently flipping from Barry McGee to Mark Ryden to Camille Rose Garcia. I’m torn between disgust from the pumped up, pimped up objectified images of young, nubile women to a sort of pornographic glee at the grit and spit of street punks taking a bite of the financial action someone once told me exists. I only thought of “financial action” as the unicorn from my childhood or the desire for Flipper to come and live with me in my middle-class, mid-America back-yard. I know dad could build a pool for him and we could swim together faster than lightening…well, at least in a tight circle.
With a bit of grit and spit and a unstoppable urge to turn our guts inside out we can have that house in the mountains and maybe one in San Francisco and while we are at it, we can escape to our East Coast country estate like Sir Affleck to just get away from it all.
So, I flip off my flashlight, scoot my guilty pleasure under the bed and contently drift off to sleep knowing my dirty little secret is safe with you.
With a bit of grit and spit and a unstoppable urge to turn our guts inside out we can have that house in the mountains and maybe one in San Francisco and while we are at it, we can escape to our East Coast country estate like Sir Affleck to just get away from it all.
So, I flip off my flashlight, scoot my guilty pleasure under the bed and contently drift off to sleep knowing my dirty little secret is safe with you.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
My Art is in Turkey!
Check out the mail art I sent in for the Women and Ecology mail art exhibit in Instanbul, Turkey. Unfortunately, the Erotic Museum ticket title got cut off on the far right. Could that have been on purpose?
Host, Sinasi Gunes, has put together a great site documenting all participants.
Host, Sinasi Gunes, has put together a great site documenting all participants.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
DO THIS!
Our Country is trying to shut us up! Art shows are being closed down because our government doesn't want to expose the underbelly where dissention brews.
Participate in Propaganda 2.0 at StartSoma in San Francisco! No rules and no censorship and everyone gets in! Learning starts with dialogue and dialogue can't begin if you don't see opposing viewpoints.
Let your voice be heard while you still can!
Participate in Propaganda 2.0 at StartSoma in San Francisco! No rules and no censorship and everyone gets in! Learning starts with dialogue and dialogue can't begin if you don't see opposing viewpoints.
Let your voice be heard while you still can!
Monday, September 05, 2005
Mark your Calendars!
The Empty Space Gallery
706 Oak Street
Bakersfield, CA 93304
Presents:
I Got The Shakes - Mike Biagiotti
September 16 – October 1
Artist Opening: Saturday, September 17
5:00 – 7:00 pm
Los Angeles artist and musician, Michael Biagiotti, brings his urban, punk rock attitude influenced oil paintings to The Empty Space Gallery September 16 – October 1. Michael’s work is influenced by the energy flow of the city. Although Los Angeles has its share of problems, there is a chaotic beauty that exists here because of the crazy mix of culture, religion and race. It is this type of beauty which Michael portrays in his work.
Meet Michael at the artist opening on Saturday, September 17 from 5:00 – 7:00 pm. Michael’s band Drowse, a four-piece, punk-edged band will perform, giving the evening a raw pulse of the city that influences his work.
El Dia de Los Muertos - Group Show
October 14 – 29
Opening Event: Saturday, October 15
3:00 – 7:00 pm
On Saturday, October 15 The Empty Space Gallery will be hosting a public celebration of the Latin American holiday, the Day of the Dead.
El Dia de Los Muertos, the Day of the Dead, is celebrated widely in the Western Hemisphere around the first day of November, when the worlds of the dead and the living are felt to be in close proximity. It blends African, Native American and European elements in a joyful, humorous and creative remembrance of the ancestors both recent and remote. The holiday typically involves processions, art installations and exhibitions, community altars and "rooms for the dead" as well as public performances, music and dancing. It is not a mournful holiday, but one of laughter and celebration that has become an important venue for the contemporary arts. The Day of the Dead recognizes death as a part of the cycle of life.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
I'm mad at Thomas Heatherwick!
I Googled me today (place romantic music here) as I have Googled me many times in the past. (Oh, don't go there...I know you all have done it!)
Four whole pages, yep, this lil' narcissist has made it to four whopping pages! However, I have a pretty big gripe. Thomas Heatherwick is horning in on my time by squeezing in on my pages. I am told that Sir Thomas is a distant relative that has seen much success for his public sculptures. So, I Googled Thomas Heatherwick. (please do not place romantic music here.) I knew my good Midwestern upbringing would show through. I politely waited until the 24th page to interfere with his face time.
Ok Thomas, the Heatherwick family reunion is in Australia...you can make it up to me by laying down your blue carpet and letting me go first at the buffet!
Four whole pages, yep, this lil' narcissist has made it to four whopping pages! However, I have a pretty big gripe. Thomas Heatherwick is horning in on my time by squeezing in on my pages. I am told that Sir Thomas is a distant relative that has seen much success for his public sculptures. So, I Googled Thomas Heatherwick. (please do not place romantic music here.) I knew my good Midwestern upbringing would show through. I politely waited until the 24th page to interfere with his face time.
Ok Thomas, the Heatherwick family reunion is in Australia...you can make it up to me by laying down your blue carpet and letting me go first at the buffet!
Saturday, August 27, 2005
A Collector's Collection
Throughout the years I have slowly added to my art collection. It started when I was in college and my intaglio printmaking professor Ray George had us contribute to suites. For example, we would have 8 students contribute 8 prints each to 8 nicely made suite portfolios. That started the “art swap” among students. My collection of prints probably adds up to 20 – 40 prints from my fellow student artists and professors.
While in school I was a teaching assistant for a Visiting Artists program. That basically entailed me driving, making copies for, organizing art lecture receptions and basically being all around gopher for the selected Visiting Artist. I had the opportunity to work with an amazing Chicago artist named John Fraser. Because of my assistance, he gave me this piece. His work is minimal, complex, calming and makes my chest fill up as if I am sitting on a rock at the river.
Every artist has dated another artist. This piece by Daryl Cardwell, a Wisconsin artist, was given to me as a present and thankfully not taken back. This is an amazing composition made of charcoal, acrylic and graphite.
This is the first piece I purchased from a gallery. As a printmaker, I am in awe of John W. Ford’s print “Right of Passage.” No, this isn’t a computer generated “print”, this piece is a multiple color, multiple plate, hand-rolled, hand-pulled Intaglio print. This poor photograph doesn’t capture the detail and intense quiet chaos.
I am easily charmed by a bit of whimsy. And charmed I was by these little people and knew they needed to be part of my family. Gary Wray made the “Tiki Head Family.” Gary is a local artist and B movie producer. Pat Griffin made this bust of a two-sided lady. The other side is a more somber and sad lady…I like them both, but prefer a woman with a little sass!
Nancy Torii is one of my favorite local artists. (See her at TES Exquisite Corpse show) When I saw her piece, “The Marvelous Hat” it haunted me at night. I thought about the piece for months and knew it needed to be in my home. Nancy’s visions are made of intense color, detail, and worlds within worlds. Her work has changed me.
I must include a very special piece given to me by my Poppy. He is a corporate manager by day, but a talented artist/woodcarver by weekend. I love the softness of this baby bird. It never fails to make me smile.
This is only a sampling of my collection and what wraps me each time I walk into my home. Want to work on your collection? Visit The Empty Space Gallery!
While in school I was a teaching assistant for a Visiting Artists program. That basically entailed me driving, making copies for, organizing art lecture receptions and basically being all around gopher for the selected Visiting Artist. I had the opportunity to work with an amazing Chicago artist named John Fraser. Because of my assistance, he gave me this piece. His work is minimal, complex, calming and makes my chest fill up as if I am sitting on a rock at the river.
Every artist has dated another artist. This piece by Daryl Cardwell, a Wisconsin artist, was given to me as a present and thankfully not taken back. This is an amazing composition made of charcoal, acrylic and graphite.
This is the first piece I purchased from a gallery. As a printmaker, I am in awe of John W. Ford’s print “Right of Passage.” No, this isn’t a computer generated “print”, this piece is a multiple color, multiple plate, hand-rolled, hand-pulled Intaglio print. This poor photograph doesn’t capture the detail and intense quiet chaos.
I am easily charmed by a bit of whimsy. And charmed I was by these little people and knew they needed to be part of my family. Gary Wray made the “Tiki Head Family.” Gary is a local artist and B movie producer. Pat Griffin made this bust of a two-sided lady. The other side is a more somber and sad lady…I like them both, but prefer a woman with a little sass!
Nancy Torii is one of my favorite local artists. (See her at TES Exquisite Corpse show) When I saw her piece, “The Marvelous Hat” it haunted me at night. I thought about the piece for months and knew it needed to be in my home. Nancy’s visions are made of intense color, detail, and worlds within worlds. Her work has changed me.
I must include a very special piece given to me by my Poppy. He is a corporate manager by day, but a talented artist/woodcarver by weekend. I love the softness of this baby bird. It never fails to make me smile.
This is only a sampling of my collection and what wraps me each time I walk into my home. Want to work on your collection? Visit The Empty Space Gallery!
Saturday, August 20, 2005
WANTED!
Day of the Dead Gallery Exhibition Event Coordinators! Contact me at Julia@JuliaHeatherwick.com with your interest. The show dates are listed below.
Also, if you have interest in assisting the gallery we need the following:
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Las Dias de los Muertos – Group Show
October 14 – 29
Opening Event: Saturday, October 15
4:00 – 7:00 pm
El Dia de los Muertos is a traditional holiday observed in Mexico and many other Latin American countries in which the community remembers the dead and welcomes their souls back with open arms. In the United States, the communal celebration of Day of the Dead emerged in the early 1970s, following political movements that spurred Mexican Americans to reclaim their ancestral heritage. In the decades since, the practice has attracted people of many faiths and backgrounds.
Also, if you have interest in assisting the gallery we need the following:
- Volunteer Gallery Assistant
- Artist Reception Event Coordinator
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Las Dias de los Muertos – Group Show
October 14 – 29
Opening Event: Saturday, October 15
4:00 – 7:00 pm
El Dia de los Muertos is a traditional holiday observed in Mexico and many other Latin American countries in which the community remembers the dead and welcomes their souls back with open arms. In the United States, the communal celebration of Day of the Dead emerged in the early 1970s, following political movements that spurred Mexican Americans to reclaim their ancestral heritage. In the decades since, the practice has attracted people of many faiths and backgrounds.
Friday, August 19, 2005
6 Degrees of...
I believe random happenings pre-determine a patterned path. Let me illustrate:
I dated Andy, owner of The Filling Station Coffee Drive-Thru for four years. He went to Sonoma State in Santa Rosa.
I met him by being a regular customer. Our meeting happened because I wanted to see the inside of his coffee house. He invited me in. I told him it reminded me of Aroma’s coffeehouse in Santa Rosa, California. It didn’t look anything like Aroma’s. He said he used to live there and loved Aroma’s.
I went to a class at the San Francisco Center for the Book to learn how to make artist books out of polymer clay. The instructor used cut up pieces of rubber stamps to make designs in the clay.
I told Andy about the class. He told me he used to work at a Rubber Stamp factory in Santa Rosa.
I decided to do a mail art exhibit at The Empty Space. A friend of mine told me to talk to Jennifer Randall, a local artist. Jennifer put me in contact with John Held, Jr., a well-known artist stamp and mail art scholar, collector, curator and creator. John came to Bakersfield to give a lecture on Mail Art. We became friends.
John invited me to a Dada dinner in San Francisco. I met a gaggle of mail artists, including Picasso Gaglione, a mail artist and rubber stamp maker.
Not long after that visit, I came up to San Francisco to visit with my artist friend Jan Stevenson. I met her at the Polymer Clay class at the San Francisco Center for the Book Arts. I also stayed a night with John Held, Jr. who put me up at a friend’s house. John told me Joel, the owner of the house, used to own a rubberstamp factory in Santa Rosa. Andy used to work at that factory.
I recently subscribed to Timothy McSweeney’s Journal and Believer magazine. I received my first issue of Believer magazine that came with a great CD featuring “excellent bands covering excellent bands.” I played the CD at my recent Exquisite Corpse gallery opening.
The Exquisite Corpse show inspired a new project idea that involved creating artist stamps. I talked to my friend John to see if he knew someone that could help me make my first set. He introduced me to Tim Mancusi. Tim is Picasso Gaglione’s cousin.
I recently met Tim at Aroma’s Coffeehouse in Santa Rosa to discuss my artist stamp project. He lives in Santa Rosa. He told me he used to work at a local rubberstamp factory. He remembers Cesar, Andy’s co-worker, but not Andy. He makes a comment on how everyone in connected to everyone else if we only just took the time to talk to each other.
I visit with John after meeting up with Tim. We go out to dinner with his friends, Andy and Alissa, from the band Vetiver and have inexpensive sushi. I find out that they just got back from a 3 month tour of Europe. Alissa is a musician and a photographer. I invite her to participate in a show at The Empty Space Gallery. She gives me her website and contact information.
John asks if I want to check out his mail art exhibit at Linc Art gallery and an exhibition at the San Francisco Center for the Book where Picasso Gaglione’s antique rubberstamp collection is on display.
I get home from my trip and check out Alissa’s mittenmaker website and Andy and Alissa’s Vetiver website. As I’m reading their website I notice they announce that they are in a recent issue of Believer magazine.
I find out that I have been happily listening and singing along to their amazing footstomping cover of Michael Hurley’s “Be Kind to Me” from the Believer magazine's free CD located in the 25th issue .
I dated Andy, owner of The Filling Station Coffee Drive-Thru for four years. He went to Sonoma State in Santa Rosa.
I met him by being a regular customer. Our meeting happened because I wanted to see the inside of his coffee house. He invited me in. I told him it reminded me of Aroma’s coffeehouse in Santa Rosa, California. It didn’t look anything like Aroma’s. He said he used to live there and loved Aroma’s.
I went to a class at the San Francisco Center for the Book to learn how to make artist books out of polymer clay. The instructor used cut up pieces of rubber stamps to make designs in the clay.
I told Andy about the class. He told me he used to work at a Rubber Stamp factory in Santa Rosa.
I decided to do a mail art exhibit at The Empty Space. A friend of mine told me to talk to Jennifer Randall, a local artist. Jennifer put me in contact with John Held, Jr., a well-known artist stamp and mail art scholar, collector, curator and creator. John came to Bakersfield to give a lecture on Mail Art. We became friends.
John invited me to a Dada dinner in San Francisco. I met a gaggle of mail artists, including Picasso Gaglione, a mail artist and rubber stamp maker.
Not long after that visit, I came up to San Francisco to visit with my artist friend Jan Stevenson. I met her at the Polymer Clay class at the San Francisco Center for the Book Arts. I also stayed a night with John Held, Jr. who put me up at a friend’s house. John told me Joel, the owner of the house, used to own a rubberstamp factory in Santa Rosa. Andy used to work at that factory.
I recently subscribed to Timothy McSweeney’s Journal and Believer magazine. I received my first issue of Believer magazine that came with a great CD featuring “excellent bands covering excellent bands.” I played the CD at my recent Exquisite Corpse gallery opening.
The Exquisite Corpse show inspired a new project idea that involved creating artist stamps. I talked to my friend John to see if he knew someone that could help me make my first set. He introduced me to Tim Mancusi. Tim is Picasso Gaglione’s cousin.
I recently met Tim at Aroma’s Coffeehouse in Santa Rosa to discuss my artist stamp project. He lives in Santa Rosa. He told me he used to work at a local rubberstamp factory. He remembers Cesar, Andy’s co-worker, but not Andy. He makes a comment on how everyone in connected to everyone else if we only just took the time to talk to each other.
I visit with John after meeting up with Tim. We go out to dinner with his friends, Andy and Alissa, from the band Vetiver and have inexpensive sushi. I find out that they just got back from a 3 month tour of Europe. Alissa is a musician and a photographer. I invite her to participate in a show at The Empty Space Gallery. She gives me her website and contact information.
John asks if I want to check out his mail art exhibit at Linc Art gallery and an exhibition at the San Francisco Center for the Book where Picasso Gaglione’s antique rubberstamp collection is on display.
I get home from my trip and check out Alissa’s mittenmaker website and Andy and Alissa’s Vetiver website. As I’m reading their website I notice they announce that they are in a recent issue of Believer magazine.
I find out that I have been happily listening and singing along to their amazing footstomping cover of Michael Hurley’s “Be Kind to Me” from the Believer magazine's free CD located in the 25th issue .
Saturday, August 13, 2005
I hate Thomas Kinkade!
I hate Thomas Kinkade. I know, mama always said “hate” was a strong word, but this 32 year old is slamming her door to commercialism. I cringe when I get the sweet, doe-eyed inquiry into what kind of art I do by the nicely pressed co-worker at my “will I always been controlled by The Man?” 9-5 job. It is usually followed by a comment regarding a relative’s beautiful watercolors which is just the ramp up to the…”I just bought my first piece of artwork…a Thomas Kinkade...PRINT!” Alright, for those of you who don’t know, your so-called print is…a poster. Yep, you can be just like you were in college, but instead of purchasing your Bob Marley poster at the local pipe shop; you mosey on down to the Thomas Kinkade "Gallery.” Oh, to pour so much money into a nicely framed, gold plated, signed edition of…a poster.
I know it started when you were young at the one-day, one-town carnival. You stared dreamily at the unicorn painted mirror behind the creepy, carnie guy while you lapped at your cotton candy and your friend Peggy puked out her funnel cake after twirling on the suicidal swings.
Not too many years later you rushed to the magazine isle at the grocery store to thumb through the newest issue of Teen Beat. Rob Lowe was in the fold-out. You begged Mom to buy you the issue, promising it would be your last request. Rob Lowe, mmmmmmm. If only you knew it could have been you with him and the video camera. Right time, wrong place. Rushing home, you proudly place him prominently next to your Unicorn mirror. Before you went to bed…a light kiss on his lips.
Of course I am not going to drudge up your Michael Jackson fantasy sticker collage pre-Rob Lowe. That would be just, well, too low.
High school brought on braces, acne and your need to be an individual. How easily you rolled up Rob in exchange for your true feelings, the kind of feelings that got you all gooey inside. George Michael. He wanted your sex. You weren’t quite sure what that was, but you think you got to third base with the funereal director’s son. You rushed home to give thanks to the George Michael Poster/alter for making it all feel so real.
Now, today you are walking with your toe-headed children at the Market Place. You give them change to throw in the fountain knowing their wishes will be for some ice-cream and maybe a Harry Potter poster from Russo’s bookstore. You pause, something draws you in…a light, yes a light coming from a frothy little cottage next to a stream. Once again, you are in love. Could that be a unicorn peeking out behind that pine tree? And who is waiting for you in that little cottage with the video camera? Do you hear music pumping frantically in your ears…”I want your…”…yes, oh yes…
Enjoy your poster.
I know it started when you were young at the one-day, one-town carnival. You stared dreamily at the unicorn painted mirror behind the creepy, carnie guy while you lapped at your cotton candy and your friend Peggy puked out her funnel cake after twirling on the suicidal swings.
Not too many years later you rushed to the magazine isle at the grocery store to thumb through the newest issue of Teen Beat. Rob Lowe was in the fold-out. You begged Mom to buy you the issue, promising it would be your last request. Rob Lowe, mmmmmmm. If only you knew it could have been you with him and the video camera. Right time, wrong place. Rushing home, you proudly place him prominently next to your Unicorn mirror. Before you went to bed…a light kiss on his lips.
Of course I am not going to drudge up your Michael Jackson fantasy sticker collage pre-Rob Lowe. That would be just, well, too low.
High school brought on braces, acne and your need to be an individual. How easily you rolled up Rob in exchange for your true feelings, the kind of feelings that got you all gooey inside. George Michael. He wanted your sex. You weren’t quite sure what that was, but you think you got to third base with the funereal director’s son. You rushed home to give thanks to the George Michael Poster/alter for making it all feel so real.
Now, today you are walking with your toe-headed children at the Market Place. You give them change to throw in the fountain knowing their wishes will be for some ice-cream and maybe a Harry Potter poster from Russo’s bookstore. You pause, something draws you in…a light, yes a light coming from a frothy little cottage next to a stream. Once again, you are in love. Could that be a unicorn peeking out behind that pine tree? And who is waiting for you in that little cottage with the video camera? Do you hear music pumping frantically in your ears…”I want your…”…yes, oh yes…
Enjoy your poster.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Your Art's in the Mail...Now THAT'S Funny!
With much love and care, we have finally mailed off the documentation for The Empty Space Gallery’s very first mail art exhibit in January, 2004.
"Lucky Foot" Cover Design by Julia Heatherwick
Each catalog was lovingly designed and handstitched by Guinevere Park-Hall!
Yes, it is August, 2005 but love and care isn’t served up McDonald's style!
We had over 150 mail artists contribute a bit of their funny bone to the show. The exhibit opening was packed with people biting at the bit to hear Mr. John Held, Jr. talk about his experiences of being a collector, author, creator and all around mover and shaker within the mail art and artist stamp community.
John Held, Jr. with his fans!
As John Held, Jr. writes in this excerpt from his essay contributed to the Now THAT’s Funny Mail Art Exhibit:
“Many ‘marginal art mediums,’ such as artists’ books, rubber stamps, artist postage stamps, visual poetry, zines and sound works were harbored within Mail Art. With little interest expressed by galleries, and no distribution method for these mediums established, the postal system became the favored means of getting the work out and seen by others. It was also a great means of meeting other creative people.
Even though the Internet has established a faster means of information transfer, the postal service still delivers that personal individual touch so necessary in true communication. But more than ‘artistic pen pals,’ Mail Art remains an alternative to the gallery and museum system, delivering creativity directly in the home.”
(Thank you John for your essay contribution! His complete essay can be found in the catalog sent to all participants.) 
The curator and her fans!
The Empty Space Gallery is home for alternative art!
So did they laugh you ask...oh yes, they laughed and laughed and laughed and some of them even remembered to tip their waitress!
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Gallery shows and Gallery tips!
The Exquisite Corpse exhibition was a hit! We had 50 – 75 artists, musicians, actors with a healthy dose of art supporters. Live music, live wall drawings and breathing Corpse livened up the gallery.
Oh how they sang and ate!
Artists from Top to Bottom: Damon Dorsey, A.S. Ashley, Nancy Torii, Nick Belardes
Artists from Top to Bottom: Julia Heatherwick, Nick Belardes, Elizabeth Hinkle, A.S. Ashley
Don’t fret if you missed this one we have another exciting exhibit coming your way.
Mark your calendars for the September exhibition. Los Angeles artist and musician, Michael Biagiotti, brings his urban, punk rock attitude influenced oil paintings to The Empty Space Gallery September 16 – October 1. Michael’s work is influenced by the energy flow of the city. "Although Los Angeles has its share of problems, there is a chaotic beauty that exists here because of the crazy mix of culture, religion and race. It is this type of beauty which I portray in my work."
Meet Michael at the artist opening on Saturday, September 17 from 5:00 – 7:00 pm.
I get a lot of questions about how artists can get into The Empty Space Gallery.
Here are some tips:
Go to the art openings! This isn’t a trick to get you in the doors. If you are interested in approaching a gallery about showing your work it is important to know what type of shows they put on. Your sweet painting of unicorns frolicking in a buttercup and poppy field might not work in a gallery that puts on an Exquisite Corpse show or gives a solo show to Mike Biagiotti.
Have a solid, consistent body of work. Your work should be recent and look cohesive. If a stranger were to walk in the gallery it should look like the same artist did the work. Find your voice and artistic confidence.
Use high quality materials and framing. You should never paint a masterpiece on newsprint. Always expect every piece to be your next masterpiece. If you get invited to participate in a show, always have your work ready for hanging and free of damage.
Prepare an artist statement. It is important to be able to talk about your work. Writing an artist statement allows you to begin to articulate you visual vision. Gallery Directors want to be able to talk to you about your work and talk to their clientele about your work. Don’t write fluff. Be real, genuine and thoughtful.
Be professional and courteous. Be prepared and on-time. There will always be another artist, but if your work is great and you are reliable…it may give you an edge. Being an artist isn’t an excuse for being unprofessional.
Watch for more gallery tips!
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Exquisite Corpse Goes Underground
Being a volunteer Gallery Director at The Empty Space Gallery has it's perks. Today I mingled with eight corpse (...or is it Corpsi?) for the August Gallery exhibit "Exquisite Corpse." What is an Exquisite Corpse and how might I mingle with them you ask? Well, you can dance with the dead at the upcoming gallery opening on Saturday, August 6 from 5 - 7pm at The Empty Space Theatre at 706 Oak Street behind Pizzaville. Death to the hyper-chic, tentative, safe, fixed and staid atmosphere of your normal art gallery!
Is your curiosity piqued?
Wanna hear more about it? Check out the Buck City podcast and get the inside scoop! Wanna see some of the artists that are participating in the show? Visit: Damon Dorsey, Gita Lloyd and Nick Belardes.
Is your curiosity piqued?
Wanna hear more about it? Check out the Buck City podcast and get the inside scoop! Wanna see some of the artists that are participating in the show? Visit: Damon Dorsey, Gita Lloyd and Nick Belardes.
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