Archive for February, 2010

John Waters Exonerates Us From Parental Guilt

Posted by Doreen on Friday, February 26th, 2010

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Study Art Sign (For Prestige or Spite), courtesy of C. Grimaldis Gallery

Recently, I had the privilege of touring the exhibition John Waters: Versailles at C. Grimaldis Gallery with Director and unparalleled tastemaker John Waters as well as members of the BMA’s Friends of Modern and Contemporary Art, a group of dedicated BMA Members who explore their passion for Contemporary and modern art through social and educational events.

John was insightful, incredibly funny, and despite his celebrity status, charmingly unassuming. He revealed that he began making photographs secretly, shooting images from films appearing on television screens, as he said, “like a crazed fan in the dark.”  He sees this as a way to “redirect” movies.  Or perhaps he aims to redirect our memories of movies. John noted that we remember stills of movies even more powerfully than the moving picture itself.  Here he is creating a new kind of still image, one snatched from the ever-changing motion of the movie.

John encouraged us to look at movies as he does. If you don’t like the movie, look closely in its corners, see what’s hiding there.  Maybe it’s just about a lamp that captures your attention and you take it out of context and re-contextualize it elsewhere.  He’s encouraging us to see things, however familiar, in a completely different way, hopefully with a dash of humor.

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Versailles courtesy of C. Grimaldis Gallery

For him, the assembled photographic images that result from his experiments are about editing as much as they are about photography. He is making and arranging choices in story boards.  Sometimes he combines images from different movies. In Have You Ever Been on a Trip? several frames of Lana Turner are interrupted by a skull that never appeared with the starlet.

These photographic works are often about images and words.  Many have title boards, some from real films, others composed from inexpensive lettering kits.  One, The Poseidon Adventure, is just words. They are hung upside down to recall the fate of the sunken ship.  Another, 4377, reveals the word HELL when it is swiveled around. In DWI, to examine stars whose movie characters are driving under the influence, he rejects the images and instead photographs the written descriptions of what happened in each movie.

Many works in the show are very specific to the world of making and presenting movies.  Sound of a Hit plays audio recorded at The Senator Theater’s box office. The ring of the cash register is a reminder of what the film industry is all about. Change Over Mark memorializes the markers that cued old-time film projectionists to switch from reel to reel. The sculpture Bad Directors Chair includes references to every failing that could be imagined in a director’s performance.  Of course, no one present believed that a single one of these accusations could be leveled at John Waters!

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Detail of John Jr. courtesy of C. Grimaldis Gallery

Other works are more clearly autobiographical.  Stalker records notes John actually received, chronicling the cost of celebrity.  You can see a photograph of his childhood portrait in pastel (you have seen thousands of sentimental portraits like this—you probably own one).  This example, though, has been updated with John’s signature, pencil-line moustache, a very adult addition.  The altered image is John then, now, always.

John gracefully explained I Accuse My Parents.  He simply doesn’t accuse them, he said. In fact, they encouraged all his interests. “I have no reason to be as neurotic as I am.”  Then sounding decidedly not neurotic, John reminded us that no child can continue to blame their parents once they reach thirty anyway.

All of us thank you, John, for your work and for your exoneration from parental guilt!

Art Conquers Snow

Posted by Doreen on Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

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Benjamin Kelley's ambitious installation features bone fragments sucked through a plastic tube between two vacuums.

Just as Baltimore’s streets became passable in the aftermath of Snowmageddon, gallerists at the H&H Building threw open their doors with a suite of provocative works.

The most cohesive and sophisticated presentation was Gallery Four’s  Terms of Use, a four-person show that combines photographs by Norwegian Mats Sivertsen with sculpture by Chicago’s David Moré and MICA graduate students Colin Benjamin and Benjamin Kelley. The show was curated collectively by the artists who live and work in the space, including my BMA colleague Eddie Winter, a photographer. 

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I’m told Moré flew to Baltimore between blizzards with two suitcases full of materials and then worked around the clock to make something unique for Terms of Use.  His And I kissed Her on the mmm-mm occupies half of one entire room with: a busted banjo, a tower of foam bricks, a figure of Slash (the former guitarist for Guns N’ Roses) inside a bottle, a sinking model boat, a minuscule model boat, a miniature figure clinging to an electrical cord for its life, and vibrating speakers that tossed debris and violently shook a miniature lifeboat. For me, the journey through the model boats and the music (and even the piece’s title) evokes many a guy’s passage from boy to man. And, in every way, it rocks!

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Colin Benjamin’s sculptures employ found objects with elegance and whimsy. In Enough Already, (that story’s over), a hammer is frozen in mid-action as it pulls a huge nail from the floor. The piece is just waiting for one of us to trip over it. Scattered throughout the gallery are pairs of janitor’s brooms with bright orange bristles. Their positions defy the possibility of their actual use. All of the brooms stand inexplicably upright, as if they were really intended for this artful purpose and not for cleaning—or maybe that cleaning is done by brooms on their own. For an amusing and coincidental connection, check out a recent YouTube frenzy over magic brooms.

Benjamin Kelley’s sculptures are sleek mechanistic forms covered in hard white plastic and grey leatherette.  In But It Is Not Everything, vacuums inside two enormous cylinders shoot human bone fragments back and forth between them through a clear plastic tube.

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These and other pieces in the exhibition complement Sivertsen’s photos, where mysterious mechanical objects are inserted into people-less interiors and urban landscapes. A jet engine rests comfortably on a double bed. An unidentified object hangs above a kitchen counter, its dials and lights forming a mechanized face. In Unity, several microphone-like objects fall from the sky into a canyon of modernist buildings; one of the microphones is growing roots.

Terms of Use seems to me a statement on the powerful presence of the object—whether created, found, or digitized.

A few reminders:

  • There will be a closing reception for Terms of Use on Saturday, March 27, from 5 to 10 p.m.
  • Look soon forArt-Full Life posts on other worthy exhibitions inside the H&H Gallery at Nudashank and the Whole Gallery.
  • This surge of creativity has been supported by the Baltimore Community Foundation’s inspired “confetti grants,” awarded last December. Thank you, BCF!

Death by Words

Posted by Doreen on Monday, February 15th, 2010

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“The pen is mightier than the sword, and ink will be spilt.”

Days before Mother Nature gripped Baltimore in a white vise, Charm City hosted a death match of another kind. On Saturday, January 30, the Wind Up Space welcomed Todd Zuniga the Founding Editor of New York’s Opium Magazine. Zuniga was in town to emcee Baltimore’s first Literary Death Match (LDM), presented by Opium. In Opium’s words, an LDM is “a jolt of literary fun that blends the performative aspects of Def Poetry Jam, the rapier-quick quips of American Idol (without all the meanness), and the absurdity of Double Dare.”

This duel to the end with pens (or more likely laptops) went in three rounds, each round judged by a panel of three. Two judges were familiar stars in our literary firmament. Michael Kimball, author of Dear Everybody, judged the “literary merit” of each writer’s words and Rafael Alvarez, a journalist turned screenwriter for The Wire, judged each writer’s “performance.”

Jessica Myles Henkin, the co-creator of the Stoop Storytelling Series and the judge to review competitors’ “intangibles,” was unable to attend, so Zuniga recruited an audience member, Caroline, to stand in. While proclaiming this role her “lifelong dream,” Caroline excused herself from round two because, as she confessed, she was sleeping with one of the competing writers. Never have judges of any other competition been so truthful.

In each round, a Baltimore writer took on an out-of-towner. Competitors had just seven minutes to make a lasting impression. Despite the competitive format, none of the authors during Baltimore’s debut LDM took themselves (or the audience) too seriously.

The event began with a battle between Michael M. Hughes of Baltimore’s CityLit Project and Washingtonian Dave Housley, Editor of the literary magazine Barrelhouse. Housley spoke of celebrity and the dissolution of private borders in the digital age. My favorite line: “The iPhone is no longer more than a stone in my pocket.”  Hughes shared hilarious personal recollections of his early career as a video editor for a porn shop on Baltimore’s notorious Block. There, he spent hours cutting and pasting images of genitalia. The judges offered individual reflections, huddled, and then pronounced Housley the winner.  Clearly, celebrity trumped pornography.  As Caroline mused, “Is porn a genre?”

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The second round featured Baltimore’s own Jen Michalski, Editor-in-Chief of JMWW, the “journal managed by wicked women.” Michalski battled Writer and Editor Mike Young from Northampton, Massachusetts who represented Publishing Genius.  (For those of you following the ethics, Caroline switched out as judge at this point.)

Mike Young won the round, but I was most captivated by Jen Michalski’s poem.  It centered on an unidentified thing and its thingy-ness. I was with Michael Kimball when he pronounced her intangible rating as “off the charts.”  While amusing, her words reminded me poignantly of just how much of our day-to-day conversation is preoccupied with things, not ideas or feelings, and in the final analysis, just how meaningless things can be.

So, we were down to Dave Housley and Mike Young.  A new batch of judges was summoned from the audience.  I was chosen (actually thrust forward by my friends).  It turned out I may have been an appropriate choice: the final round was a drawing challenge!  Dave Housley drew a pretty credible portrait, if I remember correctly, of one of the judges.  Mike Young, drew, shall we say a conceptual rendition of a choo-choo train. I chose the train and so did my colleagues! Mike Young was proclaimed the victor.

The next war of words will be in New York City on February 18. You can vote here for future national and international LDM battle sites. I hope it won’t be too long before this heady event returns to Charm City.

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Kitchen Sink at The Windup Space

In the meantime, if you’re looking for something to do, stop by the Wind Up Space and see Kitchen Sink, Wind Up’s second open-call exhibition, on view for only two more weeks.  Curated by Jason C. Hoylman, it includes some really captivating work priced within reach.