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The C (creative, Crystal, calibrated, compiled) Month in Review

Saturday, April 24th, 2010

Artists, art spaces, art walks, abandoned

March 28, 2010 – April 24, 2010

I started this entry about a month ago, then life got in the way (as you can see by the differing dates above).

What I wanted to write about was all of the art and the artists I have experienced since being back in West Virginia: frankly, some as good as anything I have seen anywhere….

There is an idea afloat that makers of the larger culture are slowly being decentralized from the large cities… for the most part, innovators in art and culture can’t afford to live in those. Furthermore, the internet allows for folks to sync up with a larger culture without having to pay big city rent. Just a few things I have seen… and been amazed by since being back.

Charleston Art Walk

(A cheater — here is a photo exhibit of the April Art Walk: http://blogs.wvgazette.com/popcult/2010/04/16/flaming-guns-and-walking-art/)

Okay, so they need to change the tag on the far left on the Art Walk Facebook page… but I went to the March Art Walk.  I saw a very cool exhibit of banjo pickers and other bluegrass and old time musicians.  I met some interesting folks along Hale Street–which is the small, Charleston, WV version of a hipster street, what with its a sprinklin’ of bars and antique stores and gallery spaces. That evening, I also got to see work by friends of friends who now qualify as friends:

Keith Allen–Why didn’t I know this guy when we were in high school?

I’ve had this theory for a while that whatever coping mechanisms you developed to get through high school, you then have to turn around and deal with once you are an adult.  Being back in WV has made me realize that this, in some way, also happens with people.  I seem to be meeting quite a few folks that I feel as though I would have known in high school, that I-shoulda-coulda-woulda known and we all sorta ended up back where we started, but healthier versions. Keith is one of those people (and so is artist Jamie Miller, featured a little bit further down).  Keith asked me an interesting question the evening we met–as I had gone out into the big world, lived in NYC, LA, and Europe and all, did I think those folks that didn’t leave WV missed out on something? I answered that 10 years ago I probably would have said “yes,” but now with social networking in place connecting people from all over, I’m not so sure. I certainly envy the closeness of the art-house crowd in Charleston and in WV…but I also envied similar sets of folks local/native to their environs when I lived in LA and in NYC. Maybe the outsider is just me… In any case, I wish Keith had more of his post-punk art up on the net to share. And, hands down, he is one of the funniest people I have ever met anywhere.

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Next up, one of those people that just seems to be brilliant at whatever she does, Amanda Jane Miller. She plays a mean fiddle, can dance, and is also a very interesting artist and illustrator, with work featuring imps from your worst nightmares.  She is also immensely entertaining to be around… and, again, one of those people that has carved out an artistic life despite, in spite, of, or due to, our local environs in WV.

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Okay, I really shoulda known her in high school

I don’t quite know how Jamie and I didn’t know each other, though, I secretly learned that she had been a majorette.  My take now–never underestimate where that will all lead to.  Jamie Miller–I friggin’ love what I have seen of Jamie’s work. I hear the rich and famous have also admired it.  Okay, again, like Amanda’s work, there is a definite stamp of femaleness– and in Jamie’s work, again come the stuffed animals from hell not to haunt, but enlighten you. Here are all the possible links I could find:

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Last but not least, Kerry Bingaman–I wish I could find a link to her work on the net. I went over to Keith Allen’s studio for a while the night of the March Art Walk, and, Kerry had a small exhibit up.  One photo in particular stood out: an iridescent red photo taken through the window of a laundromat in Brooklyn.

More incredible creative things from the last month

Lori McKinney must be one of the most gracious people on earth.  She had invited me a while back to come and visit her and her husband’s art space in Princeton, WV….and, finally, back in March, we got a chance to.  See: http://www.theriffraff.net/fr_home.cfm

I grew up near Princeton till I was 10… and I remember shopping on this street thirty years ago. Now, most of the Boulevard is abandoned. But, McKinney and company have brought hope to one corner. They now have two large adjacent buildings, one of which already houses a galley, a performance space, offices, studios, and a living space.  Her sister Melissa McKinney owns the building across the street, and recently began a music school that is having riproaring success: http://www.theriffraff.net/fr_home.cfm

I have to say, I would have DIED to have gone to Melissa’s school when I was a kid. She has several all-girl teeny bands on rotation at the space.

The McKinney’s have started a local and downhome arts renaissance in their corner of the world.  What they are doing with their local community is inspiring…And, again, pretty amazing to witness.

The one place we didn’t get a chance to see but everyone told us about while we were in Mercer County:

Gary Bowling’s House of Art in Bluefield, WV

But!  We did look in the window on a rainy Sunday afternoon! The storefront is pretty wild…. my dad tells me he did some printing work for Bowling thirty years ago when he apparently tried to get something like this off the ground…. only to come back years later to actually make it work. It is an art space/performance space.  What you have to understand that nothing like that existed for miles around… till the McKinney’s started what they started in Princeton.

And, speaking of Bluefield…. this place where I shopped as a child, this town where I was born… has the most amazing buildings. My husband and I walked around on a dreary Sunday afternoon with our mouths agape. Bluefield had been known as “Little New York” in the 1920s… and the remaining buildings bear that out. Again, my father reminded me that many of those buildings were torn down by the 1950s and 1960s… though, the many buildings that are left were built between the 1880s and 1920s. Amazing tin roofs, incredible facades… I even liked the strange nulti-colored panel “mod” facades slapped on front of some of the buildings some time fifty years ago.

We also stood for a while at the train yard, which is still very active… and still very covered in coal dust.

I found these photos already online of Bluefield–scroll down to the bottom of that link for a lot of online photo galleries of art deco, ah, the art deco, work and of the amazing buildings: http://www.pbase.com/kstuebin/bluefield

Lots of huge homes caving in on themselves right up off Downtown. We watched a dude in shorts and a ball cap run back and forth down a hill…. he was a white dude selling pharmas to passing white people in fancy cars.  I am used to seeing the hypodermic needle next to the beer bottle in neighborhoods in big cities… here, we saw the little brown pharma bottle and the beer bottle.  Certainly, we were anomalies walking around in the near dark in this abandoned downtown… but I could imagine.  I could imagine this area revitalized and vibrant. WV is building rich, and, maybe the artists are the ones that will reignite the needed vitality to make the buildings breathe again.

The Hard Questions

Friday, February 5th, 2010

I said in an earlier post that I would answer some hard questions Twyla Tharp posits in her book on the creative habit. My disclaimer is that I don’t believe in everything Tharp puts forward in the two books of hers I have read. I like hard work, but I certainly don’t think everyone should like what I like, or, that working hard makes one person “better” than another person, neither in art nor production nor as a person. What one person strives to complete, may be play for another. In short, there are all kinds of ways to live; I am not sure the Protestant Work Ethic hasn’t had as much to show its weaknesses as its worths.

It’s also a bit of a red flag that one of the two books I got of Tharp’s (both Christmas gifts) is touted as a great business book. Not that I am against business, but I am not sure about business. I am not sure about many endeavors, and I am not sure why I should (given the current economic climate, the climate climate, etc.) be sure. In the book Tharp gives advice about how to work with people you don’t want to work with, focusing particular advice on how to manage an out-of-touch boss. Again, this is being touted as a great business book. We are being advised often on how to manage out-of-touch bosses. How often this comes up in books and in practice makes me feel like:

How did we get here? What has happened that, by being out of touch, a person gets promoted to “boss”? Or, is it, that the nature of hierarchies is to ensure the boss is out of touch?

In any case, what does this have to do with art? To Tharp, lots of art is about leadership, discipline, and collaboration. More or less like getting anything done in most spheres. Collaboration has gotten a bad rap in the past as touchy-feely, and now after almost a decade of the new millenium, it seems to be everywhere–what lots of hierarchical institutions now want their members to do: come together, yeah. Years ago at the New School for Social Research when I was doing my master’s degree in the science of teaching Cynthia Onore, the program’s head, focused our learning on collaboration. We learned in teams and in cohorts. We practiced how we would have our students learn. We threw fits due to not having had a lot of previous practice in collaboration, but under their stead (it’s a damn shame the New School got rid of that program in the 90s) we grew unafraid to work together, and thus, we were unafraid of our students working together when we went into our classrooms. My point? Collaboration took a lot of practice. Huge stakes also were not at stake. We weren’t going to lose millions if we misstepped. And, granted, we were probably a touchy-feely lot to begin with: we’d willingly entered a program to become teachers focused on the needs of urban students.

Oh, I digress. Okay. The questions. Soon. I will post them next post. The questions that concern what one is as an artist. See, my beef, too, with Tharp is that she comes from the school of “well, just pick one!” In one scene she writes of how much she loves color and design and that she also could have been a painter, that maybe she would have been happy being a painter. But she talked herself out of it. Do this, not that.

I can’t say I am not in a struggle over that. My life, my public life and work life, really, rather than my social one, has been a tug between social cause and education work, which, have their expectations, socially and publicly, and creative work–writing, music, performance– which have theirs. The first is a more socially conservative realm with the specter of the Progressive-era school marm and prudish reformer flying above it looking to clean up the working classes and bring everyone to middle class propriety. The second, it’s safe to say its specter is not of a school marm.

To really have a country that is able to focus on innovation, able to compete in the new creative economy, able to break forth and solve the dire, dire, dire problems we face: I ask, are the right people even teachers? The right people involved in solving social issues?

A year or so ago I entered a competition to potentially win a fellowship to start a school in Los Angeles. The people running the competition were excited about me till I turned in my proposal. Albeit I crammed in too much in terms of the local demographics, I also focused on the “what next?” after college. I’ve been that teacher–the one expounding college. But, I also had every junior high school class of mine, after my first full year of teaching, do a career project, in which they researched and presented a project on career of their choice (save being a musician, model, actor, or athlete–they could do a project on an adjacent career, not exactly on those). We traced what it would take to potentially reach those dreams.

Nonetheless, in my proposal, I focused on relationships for our inner-city students. Life had taught me that having the right degree was, by a long shot, not enough. You need to know people. People need to trust that you can do a good job. How do you get to know people that could employ you or trust you if the potential employer you seek is not a member of your own community? I think this did not sit well with the career-educators judging the competition.  My guess is they had been rewarded for being good students, wouldn’t everyone?

Teachers, on the other hand, are involved in a deep bureaucracy. If they take certain classes, pass certain tests, get the right credential, and, then, also know someone, they get a job. They keep this job as long as they do okay, take some more classes, pass some more tests, behave. How many other types of jobs work like that any more?

Many people I know get their jobs through a combination of having the hard skills and also by having the soft skills of networking, by being someone other people want to be around, etc. You can have all the college degrees in the world, but if no one knows you that is in the hiring class, then you may not get the kind of job the teachers back in school promised you.

It’s happening now. A lot of kids coming out of college and having nowhere to go, and that is not just due to the economy–they don’t have access to the people that are hiring. They were told that if they just went to college, they would soon have a middle class life and be doing something fulfilling, more fulfilling than minimum wage work. They were told they could reach their dreams…. like their teachers had? Like their college professors had? If the kids coming out of college do get jobs, they are often lower administrative positions in which they are paid peanuts for also having skills their baby boomer bosses don’t have: social networking, web design, blogging, etc. Ah, the good life.

What would happen if the school marm yokes were lifted from the schools? What would happen if a league of artists were brought in, circumventing the regular hoops, and brought a group of students from ninth to twelfth grades? Maybe add to this group of artists a group of entrepreneurs and mentors out in the community– What if schools taught classes in innovation, design, entrepreurship, collaboration, networking and then students got out into communities to work, thereby making contacts that might hire them once they go to college?

Rethink, restart

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

The hero’s journey includes crossing water, usually a large body of water, till he gets closer to the center of the action and himself. The changing point in this journey is when the hero seems to be as far away as possible, both physically and mentally, from that which he seeks or needs to obtain. Then the ground shifts and actions propel him fully…maybe not in the direction he seeks, but anyway, all is moving finally along (finally). That is my restart with this blog. I was in Tbilisi, Georgia till October 2009. I crossed water. Now I am near the Kanawha River. You can go home again. Been thinking about New York City, too. I have often said that I grew up in West Virginia, but became an adult in New York. I have looked at the Appalachian ghosts square on. Not sure I have looked yet, fully, at the ones floating for me still in the Big Apple. They will have to wait a while longer.

The folks I have been reading lately blend together: Lilian Gish stating a well-worn notion that “Art” (her capitalization, not mine) is for the few. This is melding with a wonderful essay, The Mask and the Movietone (1929), by the writer H.D. in which she worries that films are like our dolls come to life and she frets about what will happen to our imaginations once our “dolls” become too perfect.

My husband gave me a couple of books by Twyla Tharp for Christmas.  I am not much of one for writing assignments.  In fact, I generally hate writing exercises. I don’t mind writing nonfictional analysis on demand, but I never want to write creativly what someone else tells me to write. Collaboration is fine; that I like, but I don’t want to “Imagine you are in a field and only one person from your life can walk toward you.  Write that scene.” I got enough on my emotional writing plate, thanks.

I find a good chunk of Tharp’s thinking about creativity very competitive and quite black and white (I stand by Merle Haggard’s notion that creative people shouldn’t compete, and, I also often think of more traditional societies in which everyone dances, everyone sings, everyone imbues art in their daily objects–where that life force is just part of everyone’s life, and I think, what good is Western reach for the new, Western reach for the novel, Western reach for “perfection” and “be all can you be?” Who the  hell am I, really, to judge?  I can like or not like something, but that in no way makes me, or you, right… and who cares? I am still opinionated, but those opinions, really, doesn’t friggin’ matter….).

In any case, Tharp is not screwing around, though, when it comes to one list of questions she calls “Your Creative Autobiography.”  It’s in a chapter in which she discusses “creative DNA”–basically, what is your imprint, what is important to you, and what mark do you leave, what framework do you work from?

I am going to work on these questions. They feel like the right place to start. Then, I am going to work on them in the programs I am beginning to learn, then I am going to post some kind of results here.

One last note, I don’t know whether it was Tharp, but something I was reading the last few days also spoke about the tug between being alone and being in company that creative folks have… the strange impulse for creation, which often takes solitude (even when creating with others, it may take a way of being undisturbed, at the very least) and then an impulse to share with an audience, and, how the latter can always be disconcerting. I know for me that when I share my work publicly, as publicly as I have in the last year and a half, when I first release what I do, I feel like I have been caught with my pants down.  I feel that way until some unsolicited post-publication feedback comes in, and then, my face doesn’t burn, or, burn as bright. My sense is that many more people feel that way.  I wonder.