Imagine

The Obama administration has launched a competition for designers to fix the country’s problems. That’s right, designers. So here’s your chance to stop saying that nobody appreciates that infinitesimal kerning you made to three word copy the other day. Go to the link and read the brief.

Competition submissions are due on April 29, 2009, the 100th day of the Obama presidency. Two weeks later the jury will announce winners and address the public in a discussion at Studio X in New York. Winners will receive prizes and be published in Volume Magazine. The after-image of the competition will be distributed in a publication and traveling video exhibition.

The hope is that not only designers, but artists and thinkers from all walks of life will respond to this call. Most of us probably don’t remember that during the last ‘great depression’, artists were given complete license to create. There was no jurying board, no NEA to define the limitations. I have a posting about that on another site here.

So who came up with this brilliant idea? From the March 11th Architectural Record article :

‘Two students at the Columbia University Graduate School of Architecture, Planning, and Preservation, Wayne Congar and Troy Therrien, have convened an open ideas competition, dubbed Imagining Recovery, devised to integrate design into the conversation of how and where stimulus dollars should be spent.

Calling the competition an attempt to “make sense of these numbers that are being thrown around,” Congar hopes that the submissions will help interpret the 1500-plus page American Recovery and Reinvestment Act and create visions for the future. In a larger sense, the organizers hope to reorient how design is seen in a policy setting: Architecture and planning ideas should be present in the initial stages of policy creation, Congar says, rather than be part of a reactive process, in which designers are handed projects long after the government has allocated funds for them.

Those entries, according to the Imagining Recovery Web site, may be ideas “in any form, from physical, built objects, to technological applications and interfaces, to campaigns to affect social behavior, to the design of phasing strategies, and beyond.” Submissions are to center around one “experiential image,” which Therrien calls describes as a vision of “what life might be like after that money is spent.” This image should be accompanied by up to six accompanying text, visual, or video documents.

The competition is open to everyone, regardless of age, nationality, or profession. Submissions are due on April 29—the 100th day of the Obama Administration. The jury, which will include MoMA curator Barry Bergdoll and architect Bernard Tschumi, among others, will announce winners on May 13.

Three winners will be given cash awards (amounts are yet to be determined; the organizers are still fundraising). The winning concepts, along with a number of honorable mentions, will be published in a forthcoming issue ofVolume Magazine and be featured in a traveling exhibition to be shown in New York, Beijing, and Amman, Jordan.’

This competition is organized by LAB\RAD, in collaboration with C-LAB, SIPA, the Global Public Policy Network and THE MORNINGSIDE POST.

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Woodstock – exercise your memory

An Italian friend of mine put up a Woodstock clip on Facebook, this one is Richie Havens singing ‘Freedom’, opening the festival. It still moves me, 40 years later. All of you alumni of Woodstock, think back to 1969….if you can. Bethel Woods Center for the Arts sits on the original site and celebrates the 40th Anniversary this spring. Don’t let those brown acid flashbacks stop you. 

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Interview

April is off to a good start. Sold a painting yesterday to a repeat patron and Constance Humphries, a wonderful painter on 1000 Markets, posted this interview on her blog. I’ve added my bigger abstracts as limited edition prints on my shop at Etsy, since they are really too large to ship without huge expense. Larry Gagosian, where are you, dude.

Azaleas, oil on canvas 21″x37″ 2007.

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Artists’ voices

It’s difficult to write an artist’s statement and at best, is only an approximation of what makes up the actual painting. Many painters have refused to describe their work, others merely offer a hint of what their motivation or muse may be. Yet this is required for grants, for galleries and museum exhibits. Even though one friend has maintained that Twyla Tharp for a Guggenheim application, wrote this one phrase and got the grant: ‘I dance’.

I’ve often wondered why a musician isn’t required to write an essay about his/her composition, while a painter or sculptor must somehow communicate in words, what he or she is already communicating in a visual medium. Why is music so readily accepted, while art must be defined in language. That is the irritating expectation of the visual artist.

One of the best books written from the point of view of the artist, is Katharine Kuh’s 1960 ‘The Artist’s Voice, Talks with Seventeen Modern Artists’. She includes a diversity; Calder, Albers, Hopper, Duchamp and others. Self taught artist Morris Graves offered a wonderful description of how and why he painted. To her question of ‘what do you want to get across to others?’ he answered:

‘I want to get across to me

‘…people occasionally say to the painter, ‘What you’ve said in the painting is my experience too. I agree, it confirms me.’ That’s the communication, but it’s not the first aim.

The act is a meditation in itself…. Painting is a way of knowledge.’

That is all a way of saying there’s no literal way to describe what goes into making art. Howard Hodgkin skitters around the same premise, relying on memory and emotion to sum up his working methodologies.

from a 2006 interview with Howard Hodgkin:

‘The overriding impulse to make the painting comes from memory and the emotion that memory can carry.

…He has always thought of himself as a representational painter. The term colourist, he says, has no meaning except in terms of very bad art. There is no colour for its own sake; he is not involved in making decoration. The paintings arise from precise occasions, precise emotions. He begins work in the same way as a certain sort of novelist can operate. You suddenly find that a hidden memory, an event that is lost, carries with it an emotion.’

Finally, John Haber aptly calls the verbosity of artspeak; martspeak. In a blog post from last April, Carol Diehl from ArtVents quotes his ’97 essay;

…am I imagining it, or do they blend together—the gallery press release and a parody of management jargon?…. It may have its roots in academia, where scholars hope to share their hesitant insights with students and peers. It may look back to art journals, where critics fumble for words to describe works of art rich in emotions and ideas. However, that is not where artspeak begins, and complaints about it hide its origins all too well.

Worse comes to worse, academics will trip up on their own humanity. Worse comes to worse, they will stumble on insights as unfamiliar and unpronounceable as art itself. Artspeak really starts sometime later, when critical clichés pass through the gallery system and into the marketing departments of major museums, eager for a larger public and bigger institutional gifts.

 

Promoting art is business, big business, and money talks. I call its language martspeak.

So perhaps now that it’s been defined for us–the language of two industries, academia and the art market, who have joined together for their mutual economic benefit–when we see it, we’ll more easily recognize martspeak for what it is.

Haber continues:

Words never contain a work of art. Words can, though, encourage its reconstruction. They can create small openings in the walls that already exist, so that others may begin to look—and to see….

Art asks one to enter into a broken conversation, a half-overheard dialog between the work and the world. Newcomers to art distrust that demand. Most, often, too they would never know how to begin. A critic’s job is to break the ice.”

 

My newest painting isn’t yet finished, so nothing to say about it except- here’s a fragment.

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The new garden at the big house

So did anyone think this would ever happen? Alice Waters has been pushing for it for decades, as you can see from her 1995 letter to Clinton and Gore.

The White House garden plan is very good news for us organic fanatics. Check out the garden map, courtesy of the NYTimes. And for the upcoming UK trip before the G2 summit on April 2, Brit chef Jamie Oliver will be the presidential cook. ObamaFoodorama tells all about it.

 

… a lot of new looking shovels.

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Diversionary car talk…and gardens

I say diversionary, because I’m supposed to be out in the garden digging up violets in my newest plot. Almost finished with digging and planting. No back strain, thanks to yoga and lap swimming.

So back to cars. I’m on this tangent after reading that Donald Hall received an English Morris Minor as a wedding present  while he was at Oxford. (poet – ‘Unpacking the Boxes’) That took me back to my first driving lesson, behind the wheel of a child carseat in the early 50’s. Convinced that I was in control of the family’s Naples yellow Morris Minor , I’d sit happily in the back while my mom drove us around Princeton, doing her shopping errands. It must have something to do with why to this day, I love to drive long distances.

No glaring technicolor palette, these cars had subtle hues and were the precursors of the PTCruiser.  I realize now my dad’s hip quotient. His own preference ran to convertibles; he had an MG that he and my mom drove across the country to visit his relatives in (old) Hollywood with me as a toddler in the back. There are old photos of us stopping for brownie breaks in the desert – we all look like gypsies.

I don’t remember the Morris model we had, but it looked much like this.

 

…more inspiring perhaps, are my new garden plots and the great piece about regional and local agriculture in this Sunday’s NYTimes.

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Nader on the bailouts and AIG’s confidential powerpoint

You can watch Ralph Nader on Al Jazeera talking about AIG and the banking bailouts. I’m steamed about this and think we should all be marching in the streets – like angry citizens in Europe –  to protest their shenanigans. I never trusted Obama’s appointments of Geithner, Summers and the other crooks in his cabinet-these were the same guys who deregulated banking a decade ago. C’mon people, take a cue from those daring French. 

Scroll down to the very last sentence to find the link for the powerpoint.

 

From Nader.org:

Friday, March 13. 2009   Six Avoidance Indicators

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Handmade houses

I bought a Mother Earth News magazine today just for the article by Lloyd Kahn on ‘Inspiring Handmade Homes’. Read his fascinating blog and explore these magical abodes. I’m impressed by his writing and his travels, and the fact that most of the northern California and Pacific Northwest builders began these structures back in the late 60’s, 70’s… with no money. I’d love to live in any one of these, but especially the ones with a sauna!

from Kahn’s blog, a sauna built by Colin Doane in Haida Gwai (Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia)

Kahn is the founder of Shelter Publications, an independent publishing company. He also worked with Stewart Brand on the Whole Earth catalog, which was a bible for all of us back to the land’ers.

At 72, he still surfs, skiis and skateboards. 

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Etsy makes the New Yorker

You need a subscription to the New Yorker to read the full article, but Patricia Marx’s ‘Made in the USA‘ gave some great promotion to Etsy. She mentions several shops by name with products. 

And…for those of you who couldn’t make the opening last night for the ‘Contemporary Voices’ exhibit at the Woodmere Art Museum in Chestnut Hill, it was packed solid! 100 artists curated by Sam Gilliam, with patrons from all over Philadelphia and NJ. A great turn-out, I’m hoping there will be a followup review. I had my piece, Azalea and Forsythia in the show.  I met Edward Loper, the venerable 93 year old Wilmington born painter who still teaches art classes.

 

Doris Richards on the right, is an old friend of my mother’s. She came out from Princeton for the opening, I hadn’t seen her in almost 40 years! Once a costumer designer who worked on Madison Avenue, Doris is still a wicked ice-skater.

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This beautiful world

There’s so much bad news out there today, what’s a person to do? One place to find solace and inspiration is in Mary Oliver‘s poetry. Her newest book, ‘The Truro Bear  is, as one reviewer states of her work, ‘an excellent antidote for the excesses of civilization’. Does anyone love the natural world as much as Oliver? Her poems about bears, snakes, frogs and possums make me want to live outside and never come back in. And once you are outside, the feeling is similar to a Greg Brown lament from one of his songs about his childhood growing up in Iowa and being called into supper too early; ‘it’s not dark yet…it’s adult dark’.

There’s a sublime poem about going out in the middle of the night to meet deer walking in her woods. If you’ve ever come across these gentle animals in the wild, her words will prime those memories. It’s called ‘Five AM in the Pinewoods.

Even though most of my paintings are derived from nature, we often need a poet’s voice to remind us of our own wondrous world.

‘Carrying the Snake to the Garden’  -Mary Oliver from ‘The Truro Bear’

In the cellar

was the smallest snake

I have ever seen.

It coiled itself

in a corner

and watched me

with eyes

like two little stars

set into coal,

and a tail

that quivered.

One step

of my foot

and it fled

like a running shoelace,

but a scoop of the wrist

and I had it

in my hand.

I was sorry

for the fear,

so I hurried

upstairs and out the kitchen door

to the warm grass

and the sunlight

and the garden.

It turned and turned

in my hand

but when I put it down

it didn’t move.

I thought

it was going to flow

up my leg

and into my pocket.

I thought, for a moment,

as it lifted its face,

it was going to sing.

And then it was gone.

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