Scatterings

I'm enjoying this lazy Sunday morning and am just going to leave you with some pictures and a few links.

Jody Williams with a swan outside the gallery.

I had a wonderful drive down to Maiden Rock yesterday with a friend to see John Pearson and Earl Gutnik's new show "Bark/Bark" (open through September 6 at Swan Song Gallery). Maiden Rock is on the Wisconsin side of Lake Pepin...which is really just a very wide part of the Mississippi River. As we drove through the river valley, the cloud formations were fabulous and ever-changing and my friend and I both watched in delight as the light moved across the very green fields in unexpected ways. The new art by John and Earl was breath-taking and the works complemented each other in surprising ways. A few years ago, we talked about "nutritious" friends in my leadership program; I would say that yesterday afternoon was full of delicious ones.

Earl Gutnik's textile work "Coral Branches"

And in other news:

I have a major crush on Minneapolis author Kate DiCamillo. I actually have to fight feelings of terrible jealousy around friends who know her. Marianne Combs reports that she got to see a proof of her newest book due out in September. (Kate is technically a children's author, but I don't know any adult who doesn't love her work for themselves as well.)

Minnesota Public Radio has collected a number of tributes to Michael Steinberg. You can also listen to his warm and charming voice in the number of interviews he gave over the years to MPR. The link is here.

Sometimes art gets dirty. The Minneapolis Institute of Arts has to clean the gorgeous glass work by Dale Chihuly once a year. This year they showed us how they do it.

Saturday was the two year anniversary of the 35 bridge collapse in Minneapolis. I didn't drive over the bridge at all, if ever, but I drove under it at least once a week. For me, that collapse was the day that I discovered how much I loved my city and how proud I was of all the people that work for it...from the mayor to the citizens who stopped their cars and got out on the bridge to fish people literally out of the river. I can never drive under the new bridge without thinking of my city and all of the people that were changed by that one night.

Bartok and the Geranium

My friend Michael Steinberg died this morning. When you first met Michael, he could seem a bit formidable. His knowledge, especially of classical music, went deep and his opinions were strong. For years I worked in classical music, but without any of the knowledge that comes from musicianship or even scholarship, and it was easy to feel intimidated around him.

But I soon learned that that intimidation was my problem. If I could get over it, I found in Michael a soul who was always curious, always passionate about helping musicians, especially young musicians and ever receptive to the always changing beauty of a classical work played in performance. He was truly generous and lived by his values.

We were at the inaugural weekend at Music at Menlo in 1992 together (with his wife Jorja Fleezanis, who has just retired as concertmaster of the Minnnesota Orchestra) and he was a regular there for six years after that. The festival has published a lovely tribute to him on their web site with special attention to the Poetry Reading Workshops he led there..workshops which were entirely unique to him.

These workshops were quite informal...a gathering of people in a semi-circle around Michael who had spread a number of photocopied poems across a closed grand piano. He would read one or two and then invite Menlo students, musicians, audience members or (in my case) radio producers to come up and choose a poem to read out loud. After we finished reading, we'd get a little gentle coaching about the text, our physical stance or the cadence in our voice...and then a chance to read again. His wife Jorja said about these workshops: "he believed that "rhythm, the gait, and the expression required to read poetry well are intimately linked to what is required to play music well." As a non-musician it was a chance for me to engage in the famous dynamic of coach and student which so many students at Menlo enjoyed with Michael.

So with great gratitude to Michael and love to his own beloved Jorja, I dedicate this poem by Dorothy Livesay, a poem that I picked up off of the grand piano at Menlo one day and learned to read out loud, thanks to Michael.

Bartok and Geranium

She lifts her green umbrellas
Towards the pane
Seeking her fill of sunlight
Or of rain;
Whatever falls
She has no commentary
Accepts, extends,
Blows out her furbelows,
Her bustling boughs;

And all the while he whirls
Explodes in space,
Never content with this small room:
Not even can he be
Confined to sky
But must speed high and higher still
From galaxy to galaxy,
Wrench from the stars their momentary notes
Steal music from the moon.

She's daylight
He is dark
She's heaven-half breath
He storms and crackles
Spits with hell's own spark.

Yet in this room this moment now
These together breathe and be:
She, essence of serenity,
He in a mad intensity
Soared beyond sight
Then hurls, lost Lucifer
From heaven's height.

And when he's done, he's out:
She leans a lip against the glass
And preens herself in light.

And the winner is...

The winner of the inaugural MCBA prize is Veronika Schäpers of Tokyo, Japan. You can read her artist statement here.

The evening event celebrating the finalists at MCBA was one of the nicest evenings I've experienced there. Live music, good food (and pomegranate martinis!) and everyone dressed up in their downtown best. It's a rather amazing experience to see your friends...normally in t-shirts, jeans and ponytails now wearing heels, jewelry and even make-up! As my mother would say, we all cleaned up nicely.

4 of the 5 finalists were on hand (sadly, Veronika was not...no cheap tickets from Tokyo). The books were out of their case and each one had a handler turning pages so we could see the whole book in person. After a lovely award presentation (Artistic Director Jeff Rathermel forgot the secret envelope at his desk, but turns out he knew the winner all along), there was sparkling wine and all kinds of chocolate.

The working studios of MCBA are, as someone said, "book arts heaven" and I completely concur with that statement. But MCBA is also an exhibition space, and the organization itself is located in the building called Open Book which holds an excellent coffee shop, The Loft (an amazing organization devoted to writers) and the nonprofit press Milkweed Editions. A staircase to the second floor is designed to represent the pages of a book and on the second floor is a small performance hall where we gathered to see the books and hear the award presentation. As we moved from space to space, I was reminded how lucky we are in Minnesota to have both MCBA and Open Book and to have a space that celebrates all the aspects of the book.

The MCBA Prize

I visited MCBA this afternoon to discuss the MCBA prize with MCBA Artistic Director Jeff Rathermel in preparation for an article I'm writing for Bonefolder (an e-journal for book artists). Because I came in the back door, I entirely missed the lobby exhibit of the five finalists' books. So Jeff and I walked back to the lobby and took a look at the books up close.
Capturing an artists' book through just a few images is a particular challenge. So it was epecially great to see the finalist books in person. Julie Chen's book Panorama is impressive first just in its size (in the case it is 41" across; it opens to 60"), but as is typical of her work, the size fits the message. There are no gimmicks in what she does.
Avalanche by Clifton Meador is a bit harder to grasp through the glass of the case. It has an intriguing layout and was printed offset which allows for some new possibilities in content and layout. Jan Owen's Requiem has all the beauty of a truly handmade object. The paper is from Cave Paper and the text is hand-calligraphed in gouache and ink. Bomb by Simon Eddington appears to be a classic in the tradition of woodblock layouts. Besides Julie Chen's book, I was most intrigued by Veronika Schäpers' Durs Grünbein: 26°57,3’N, 142º16,8’E. The size and format of the book are fairly standard, but she printed the book on papers which are almost luminous and so thin as to be impossible to get through a press. The book is complemented by a clear vellum cover and an acrylic box.

The really fun news is that the books will be out of the exhibit case on Saturday, July 25 when the MCBA prize is awarded. That means pages can be turned and the book truly explored. At the moment, the three jurors have been working off of images and conferencing by phone. They'll come in to Minneapolis on Friday, July 24 and see the books in person and make their final decision then.

You can see more pictures of the finalists' work here, as well as pictures of all of the books that were entered. The MCBA Prize will be given out every other year as part of the Book Art Biennial.

What happens in class

I finished my mixed media class at MCBA last night with Julie Baugnet. It was four Tuesday nights and as minimal as that was, I think we were all sad to see it end. Julie is a thoughtful and inspiring teacher and as we experimented with different media, she was adept at letting us find our own way and giving us good feedback at the same time.

I think that there were about nine of us in class: 3 people that I would describe as very experienced in book arts, and 6 that were either brand new to the book arts or nearly so. We spent a few minutes at the end of the evening last night going around the room, talking about our work and any other thoughts that we had. What I found notable was that, without exception, everyone had caught the book arts bug. And the three of us that were advanced also took big steps forward in new and exciting directions. In a good class with a generous teacher (and this was absolutely one of those), students often share techniques, supplies and information as much as the instructor. Community happens very quickly. I don't know if it's that way in other fields, but it's one of the reasons that I love taking classes.

The other reason I love taking a class is that...very surprisingly, as I'm a raging introvert...I find security in the class setting to take risks in my work. This happened consistently at Penland and it happened here as well. There is something about being in a room with people working intently, talking sometimes and being able to turn to friends or the instructor for feedback that frees me up. I work hard and fast and often start finding something very good in what I'm doing. Perhaps the community of class drowns out my own inner critic (who is way harsh)...I'm not sure why it works so well for me, but I do love it when it happens.

How to fix Romantic Comedys

Ok, first of all, I need to admit I love a good romantic comedy.
But the operative word is "good" and I'm thinking that the last really good one I saw is the classic "I know where I'm going" (1946, I think, tho I hasten to add I wasn't alive when it was released).
I did go see "The Proposal" last night. The two main characters have a decent chemistry on screen and there was a kernel of an interesting story buried in an otherwise very silly (stupid?) plot. It could have been such an interesting and fun movie if only it had included some of the following:

• The plot device was believable. No large firm is going to let their best employee get deported without helping her from the beginning. And no firm would let that employee force another into committing a potential felony. How about 2 people getting married for mutually beneficial, but not criminal, reasons?
  
• Let us see that the "witch" is actually really good at her job. I'm tired of flat characters that are all good or all bad. And then 100% redeemed with one realization.
• Same with the good guy. He had some issues himself that were actually interesting, but just glossed over in the movie. In "Proposal" they had the pieces to have her character help his but just dumped them for a comedy bit.
  
• Even if you have a lot of funny character ideas, you don't need to use them all. More narrative, please, less cheezy lap dances and yes, no cute dogs.
  
• No more long chase scenes to be reunited. Boring.

Thank you for letting me vent. When are the writers going to be allowed back into the movie business?

Festschrift for Hedi Kyle

Hedi Kyle, Penland, 2004

A "festschrift" is a collection of essays written in honor of an individual's work by that person's colleagues. (It's from the German fest for festival and schrift for writing, sort of a festival of written articles...a nice concept, especially when it is about one person or their work.)

I was really delighted to learn last week that a festschrift has been published for Hedi Kyle. Hedi was, until recently, the Head Conservator at the American Philosophical Society in Philadelphia and is a founder of Paper Book Intensive. To say that she is a major influence on many book artists and binders is a significant understatement. I don't imagine that there is a single binder or artist currently working who hasn't learned from her directly or indirectly, a notion supported by the 27 contributors to the book. In this festschrift you'll find essays by Julie Chen, Carmencho Arregui, Claire Van Vliet and a number of other artists, binders and teachers.

In all my work with musicians and artists, I don't think I've ever met anyone as naturally creative as Hedi. Or as generous. Most of her original structures come from her experience and observations as a conservator. But she is also constantly folding or manipulating paper, thread and/or glue to try new things. One of her most famous book structures is called a Blizzard book, one long sheet folded into a self-bound book with pockets and pages. The book was created one morning a number of years ago when she was socked in at home by a blizzard. She spent the day folding and unfolding simply being curious, until she unexpectedly had the Blizzard book. The structure has been a staple of many of her classes and is now in the general milieu, often being taught without appropriate credit to her originality. I was at a workshop with her a few years ago and someone asked her about that problem. She simply shrugged it off with this comment: "When I teach someone one of my structures, it just means that there is room in my life for a new one to come along."

You can order the Festschrift for Hedi Kyle here. I'm thrilled that the original response was overwhelming enough for it to go into another printing.


An update: I just did a google search for Hedi and found some pictures from the presentation of the Festschrift here. She cut her hair!

Further googling: I found a wonderful audio interview with her here, as part of Steve Miller's podcasts with poets and artists.

Painted evenings

Penland, 2007

I knew when I was at Penland last year that it might be the last visit for a little while. Certainly money was a factor (though I think the cost of the sessions are very reasonable), but I also had a strong sense that when it was time to travel again that another location would beckon.

Circumstances are such that there is not going to be any traveling this summer but I have decided to splurge on a class at MCBA, a class which starts this evening. I haven't yet met the instructor, Julie Baugnet, but I was drawn to the class by the beauty of her work. There is some similarity in the painterly qualities of her books and those of my Penland instructor in 2007, Laura Wait and it's a form I'm anxious to explore again. The class is formally titled "Mixed Media and the Artist's Book" and plans to "explore the realm of possibilities for creating content and working with materials such as watercolors, acrylic, pastel, collage and cut paper."

It will be wonderful to get back to these kinds of materials again...to feel them in my hands.

Stitches and Sewings for Bookbinding Structures

One of the reasons I was attracted to the world of book arts was for all of the wonderful stitches that were possible. I remember something called a sewing card when I was a child...a card with connect-the-dots hole and a colorful string to weave in and out of the holes. Perhaps because I was successful with that card I felt emboldened to continue in that "field" as an adult. ;-)

I almost missed this on the book arts forum, but Betsy Palmer Eldridge and the Guild of Book Workers have generously published a wonderful document on their web site that collects sixty different techniques of sewing from the different bookbinding traditions. Originally a presentation at the GBW/CBBAG conference in Toronto in 2008, its history actually began at Paper Book Intensive in 1991 when I imagine a group of artists began to try and collect all of the ways that they knew to assemble a book using thread. (Being PBI, I also imagine that it was quite late at night and that there might have been drinking involved. They have a lot of fun at PBI!)

The diagrams are in color...each stitch is in a different color thread and there are helpful symbols for where to start and end. You can find the PDF here. There is also a version available to print out and sew together yourself, if you'd rather have a book than a handout. It's a very valuable and generous resource.

MCBA Prize for Book Arts

Jan Owen

Requiem

My own Minnesota Center for Book Arts has established the MCBA Prize to "recognize book art from across the field and around the world" and named the five finalists here. The prize comes with an award of $2,000, not to mention the distinction of being the first winner of this hopefully bi-annual award. (It is being given in conjunction with MCBA's biennial.)

Simon Redington

Bomb

The intent of the award seems to be to encourage not only form and craftsmanship but also the development of content and how these three elements work together. I'm not familiar with all five finalists, but having taken a number of Julie Chen's classes, I know that she works particularly hard...both in her own work and in encouraging others...to see that her voice is understood in all aspects of her final book.

Veronika Schapers
Durs Grunbein

The question of what makes a book art is always an interesting one and I'm sure that this prize will elicit more of that discussion. What makes it successful is an even more elusive question. There are so many possible elements to a potential book: is there text? is it handwritten or is it printed with letterpress? (Some would say that the modern invention of polymer plates in printing is not the same technique as using metal type.) If the work is a single sheet of paper (as in a broadside) is it a book? I'm beginning to have my own definition of all of this, but in the meantime you can enjoy all of the submissions and the finalists' work on the link above.

Clifton Meador
Avalanche

A note to the web master at MCBA: it would be lovely if we could click on the photos and see them in a larger size on our screen.

Julie Chen
Panorama

Cloudy inspiration

This has caught my imagination today. The designers Ronan and Erwan Bouroullec have created a new sculptural fabric, called Clouds, that is made up of multiple pieces that can be both linked together and "sculpted" on their own. The photo itself is pretty delightful: who wouldn't like to carry a cloud around as camouflage some days? Maybe even a pink and orange one, like a sunset (the fabric comes in several colors). But it's the possibility of what you can do with the fabric that has made me smile. A pillow that your guests can redesign as they enjoy drinks with you? A sculpture in a child's room? A wall hanging in a studio? Coated with a sealant, could it be moved outside?
You can find more information on ordering your own cloud fabric in today's NYT.

Multiples at Walker Art Center

My life has been a bit up and down lately, so I missed the opportunity to see the wonderful book arts event at the Walker last Saturday, called Multiples Mall.
But my favorite video-chronicler of the Twin Cities arts scene, 3-minute egg, caught up with them here.

Slowing down time

Our local newspaper has described today's snowstorm pretty accurately as coming "with a quick, heavy thud" (and that is also, by the way, uncharacteristically imaginative writing for them). When I checked the weather site online this morning, there was a white crescent moon of storm just about to circle the Twin Cities. At noon, you literally crossed the street from no precipitation right into a curtain of snow. One estimate in the last 7 hours is 6 inches, a very fast 1 inch an hour.
At the Literacy Center this morning, there was a lot of complaining about the storm and my lunch companion muttered "I make no bones about hating winter at this time of year." But here's how I see it: We live in Minnesota and have to make peace with winter temps until late March. I would rather see fresh, white snow than a gray frozen landscape. And storms like today have a certain "event" quality. We ditch our plans for the evening and let the wind and snow gently remind us to slow down just a bit.

Walker Librarian on Artists Books

Walker Art Center librarian Rosemary Furtag is really the spiritual hero behind the current Text/Messages exhibit of artists' books at the Walker. Local media outlet Twin Cities Daily Planet spent a few minutes interviewing her on her work and her definition of an artist's book.




And have I gone myself to see this exhibit? Shamefully, no. I'm scoping out the next Free Sunday (Walker's admission is $10...trop cher! ..too dear!.. as we said in French class.)

Hoar frost vs rime frost

Rime frost (L) and hoar frost (r)

Once I get out of the city, I spend about 20 minutes on the freeway before turning onto a smaller highway that takes me through lake country to get to Franconia. It's this last section of the drive that I enjoy the most every morning. Lakes, farmland, small towns...it's always interesting.
Yesterday, I drove right into dense fog. You could see it rolling over you and as I went up and down the small hills, it would grow less thick and then surround the car once again. And every single thing in the landscape was lined out with frost: fence, grass, twig, and bark. The word "rime" came back to me....rime frost....and I wondered if that was the correct term for this particular frost or if it was "hoar" frost.

I've done a little research this morning on the different kinds of frost. It turns out that I was correct. Rime is often the result of dense fog, caused by millions of water droplets in the air freezing on contact with a surface that has been cold for a very long time. In northern England, they call it "snowcrumb." Both terms are lovely. Hoar frost, if you're interested, is spikier than rime...more like thorns and long crystals. It occurs on cold clear nights when the air becomes warmer than the trees and fences. Now I am somewhat knowledgeable about frost.

Coop at Minnesota Center for Book Arts

I just discovered this lovely video on MCBA's artist cooperative program...and its participants. Nicely done, it really shows the arts center in action. (There's a weird 2 minutes at the end on another art exhibit...perhaps it needs a bit of editing?)

New Year's Inspiration

I've been looking on and off today for an New Year's offering for you.
Finally, I remembered the video that has been watched over 15 million times on YouTube...and for good reason.
Where the Hell is Matt is about 4 1/2 minutes of one guy dancing....all over the world. His geeky dance steps are repeated over and over again: in Paris, in India, in Africa, in the ocean, in space. And everywhere he went he found adults and children who were happy to dance with him.
Is there any more optimistic message than this: given the chance people will always dance together.

PS. The gorgeous voice you hear is Palbasha Siddiqui, a 17 year old second generation Bengali of Bangladeshi origin from Minneapolis. The words are a poem titled Gitanjali (Stream of Life), by Rabindranath Tagore. Here is a translation of what she is singing:

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death,
in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

You can find more about Matt's adventure here.
And if you have a truly high high-speed connection, watch the video in gorgeous HD by clicking the link in blue just below the video.