Monday, July 6, 2015

Telling It Slant: The Crafts of NIAD Art Center

In her statement for the current exhibition "Telling It Slant" at the Richmond Art Center, guest curator and author Courtney Eldridge quotes an Emily Dickinson poem, "Tell all the truth but tell it slant." It's an indirect, perhaps alternate way of looking at reality.

It seems a fitting title and a fitting poem. The artists presented are from NIAD Art Center: Nurturing Independence through Artistic Development, a place that has been "helping artists with disabilities produce craft objects and contemporary art for more than thirty years." Their works are their truths, sometimes arrived at from a roundabout route, but others can connect to them and to the creative spirit of them, too.

As a whole, the show was very strong. A few artists and their works stood out to my art-exploring friend and me.

Heather Copus
This appears to have been sewn onto a wool blanket
with wool roving needlefelted to make the circular patches.

Sylvia Fragoso
We were struck by the design in the upper left.


Kevin Randolph
We were delighted by the fabric samples and playing cards, tags and buttons—
whatever interested him. Sewed on rather than sewn together.

Alice Sampson
We wanted one of her works.
Both were sold, $60 each.

Alice Sampson

Susan Wise

Susan Wise

The Dickinson poem also includes the line, "The truth must dazzle gradually." Presented in the hallway gallery near the classrooms, the collection of artworks did dazzle gradually, and then made us want to run home and grab cloth, embroidery thread, felt, and a needle. The works are beautiful, full of life, spontaneous, yet meticulously done. I've seen so much art that has disappointed me recently, it was a relief and a blessing (not a word I'd normally use) to see such an inspiring show.

"Telling It Slant: The Crafts of NIAD Art Center" may be seen through August 21, 2015 at 2540 Barrett Ave, Richmond, CA (near the Richmond City Hall). Gallery hours are T-Sa, 10am - 5pm; Sun, noon - 5pm. Free admission.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Star 82 Review 3.2 is LIVE!

The tenth issue of Star 82 Review, the art and literary magazine I design, edit, and produce is available online and in print. Issue 3.2 is 56 pages and contains humanity, humility and humor through ceiling fans, circular stories, orbs, and orbits. Poetry grows out of Celeste Connor's books. Gregory Piatt's paintings of archery targets in nature are left in nature to dry. Perspective changes depending upon how large or small we are and from which angle we are looking.

Online: http://star82review.com/3.2/contents.html

Print: https://www.createspace.com/5397780
Four-issue subscription (yearly or four of your choice): nevermindtheart Etsy store

This particular issue features themes of heritage, nature, and word play, games and tricks we play. 

Contributors:
José Angel Araguz
Daniel Ari
B.J. Best
Celeste Connor
Colby Cotton
Sharmon Davidson
Natalie D-Napoleon
Frederick K. Foote, Jr.
Susan Gundlach
Ross Howerton
Janne Karlsson
Eve Kenneally
Philip Kobylarz
Richard Kostelanetz
Angel La Canfora
Richard Leavesley
Richard LeBlond
Ann Lewis
John Lowther
Rebecca Macijeski
Todd Mercer
Michelle Murillo
Charles O'Hay
Gregory Piatt
Charles Rammelkamp
Andrew Rhodes
J D Trejo-Maya
Julie Turley
Shelton Walsmith
D.S. West




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Monday, June 29, 2015

Poetry at the Contemporary Jewish Museum (Pt. 3)

Jewish Poets on Jewish Poets: live Jewish poets reading dead Jewish poets. An interesting concept, I thought. I'll go. June 2015 was quite a great month for art and writing at the Contemporary Jewish Museum. Envisioned by poet Bill Berkson, the reading was made possible by his friend, also a poet, Chief Curator of the CJM, Renny Pritikin.

The auditorium was cool and high-ceilinged, spacious without feeling cavernous. About one hundred movable, blue padded chairs faced a podium and lectern. A rotating slide show of photos of poets no longer with us gently played across a huge screen. To the side stood long tables displaying books by the living and the dead, staffed by gift shop workers. The seats filled slowly. Mr. Pritikin informed us that we needed to start on time, not "poet time" (which I know from childhood as "Jewish standard time," but perhaps he didn't want to say). Over the next hour and a half, people, mostly in the over-forty crowd, trickled in and occupied nearly all of the seats.

Mr. Pritikin introduced the evening. "There are nine of us," he said. An audience member called out, "Not a minyan!" Mr. Pritikin smiled a little, but also seemed a bit pained. I didn't see Maxine Chernoff, who was listed on the website and who I knew from my graduate studies, but perhaps she would come later. I had hoped to say hello. She had been gracious enough to let me include her then-unpublished poem, "Edge," for Star 82 Review in 2013. But that was not to be. She was not mentioned during the evening. Maxine would have made ten: the minyan. 

There was no program, so I have to write from my notes. My thoughts follow the list.

1. Renny Pritikin read from Joel Oppenheimer's, On occasion: Some births, deaths, weddings, birthdays, holidays, and other events : poems.

2. Suzanne Stein read Gertrude Stein because of their shared name. She read from Stanzas in Meditation. "I wanted to do this because it would be hard for me," she said, which made me laugh, which in turn made the woman across the empty seat next to me laugh, but I'm not sure other people noticed how amusing it was.

3. Alan Bernheimer read from Robert Desnos (b. 1900), a surrealist and dadaist who was eventually sent to Auschwitz, then to Terezin, where he died of typhoid. Bernheimer told a magnificent story from an article by Susan Griffin, about how Desnos saved a group of men, including himself, from the gas chambers by reading their palms. Bernheimer then read from the poem "Midway"with a line that took my breath away: "Thru empty streets at night / Drops a marvelous tomato that rolls in the gutter / To be swept away later." The bright tomato—no the "marvelous" tomato—is a bright spot in the center. This poem may be in The Voice of Robert Desnos: Selected Poems. I need to read a paper book of Desnos's.

4. Susan Gevirtz read from "Tannais" (sp?) in Collected Poems of poet Iossif Ventura, considered a patriarch in Greece. 1986. She would read, she said, three pages from one book, then from her own translation. The three pages were lists of names of Greek children and their ages, who died in a cargo hold as they were being taken by the Germans to a concentration camp and were fired upon by the Allies, who did not know what was contained within.

5. Norman Fischer read from several poets. Edmond Jabés (The Book of Shares), which included the lines, "to read the erasures under the writing" and from a compendium, a description of the "endless unrolling" of parchment, referring to the Torah and life as a Jew. He also read the 1962 jazz-based and very rhythmic, "19th Light" by Jackson Mac Low from The Complete Light Poems. Lastly, Fischer read "from a card he received from Poltroon Press," a poem called "The Tongues" by George Oppen, which had the lines, "journey there is loss in denying" and "strange words surround him." I wrote to the printer, my friend Alastair Johnston, who kindly sent me the excellent card. Interesting where the breaks are.



Poetcard printed by Poltroon Press

(pink color added by the postal service)

6. Alli Warren, possibly the youngest of the group, and who energized me with her excellent performance, read particularly powerful poems from: Muriel Rukeyser, Adrienne Rich ("Rape"), and Stacy Doris ("Proverbs"). Rich's work, about giving details of a rape to a cop she grew up with, was chilling. Doris's work is playful and inventive, made more poignant by her recent death in 2012, her fiftieth year. Ms. Warren made me want to read her own work, as well as that by Stacy Doris. (A week later: I tried to read it, but sadly, Warren's work doesn't resonate with me.)

7. David Meltzer. Although he was on crutches, he seemed at ease in front of the audience, as if we had dropped by his living room. I liked him immediately and want to read his work. He read from Else Lasker-Schüler: "The Blue Piano," Rose D… (?) "The Choice." The last poet was someone who had submitted to his long-ago magazine Tree and who he liked so well he published a whole book just of her poems.

8. Norma Cole read three translations of "The Lorelei" by Heinrich Heine: one by Mark Twain, one by Emma Lazarus, and the third was her own translation, which was funny and modern and winked at you. I liked her as well. The memorable phrase that repeated throughout was a version of: "She combs her golden hair / She combs it with a golden comb." The Lorelei is a high rock on the Rhine river in Germany whose position causes it to murmur. In mythology: a beautiful water spirit who sits on top of it and sings, distracting sailors then who crash on the rocks below. 

9. Bill Berkson wrapped it up by reading from Charles Renikoff and F.T. Prince ("Testimony"). He wore a memorable hat.

Choosing what to read is like choosing clothes that someone else has made but knowing that your taste will show. With each choice and presentation style, each poet revealed their own inner voice. The choices appeared individually as a mask, a mirror, a window, or frame. A mask replaces one's own face. A mirror shows it. A window admits newness. A frame points, enhances, and underlines. Did they want to appear earnest? charming? funny? Did they know their style was nostalgic, intense, serious magical, playful, or ironic? 

Choosing another person's words to read and how to read them exposes self-image and aspirations as well as admiration and delight. The choices are personal and bare and uncover personality traits more than you might think at first. I started wondering what I might read, if asked, and then why. (In eighth grade we had to memorize a poem and recite it—is this telling?—I chose "Father William" by Lewis Carroll.)

Part of what drives a reading is the desire to teach, celebrate, and/or the desire to entertain. Did they succeed in communicating? Yes. Was it what they intended to communicate? I'm going to leave that open. Many of the poets are luminaries in the field, many are teachers, so I would hope so.

I dutifully filled out my questionnaire regarding the event. It was only later that I realized that seeing each tiny poet reading in front of a voluminous blank screen (the slide show ended once the evening was introduced) exposed a missed opportunity. When each poet read, a photo of the author could have been shown as well as a list of the poems or quotes from the poems, or some visual cues, perhaps related art by Jewish artists. 

While I can't say I was entertained, I can say I was thoroughly educated, my brain challenged and teased, my heart strummed. This is a good thing. I know of some poetry I will read next. I close my eyes and strange words surround me.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Art at the Contemporary Jewish Museum (Pt. 2)

Tucked into a corner on the ground floor of the Contemporary Jewish Museum, beyond the restrooms, is a warm and inviting place to make art with kids, your friends, or just by yourself. Currently featured is "Artist's Studio with Ascha Drake."



Every Sunday they have Drop-in Art-Making as well. Even though I have my own studio, the workshops are described in an enchanting and inspiring way that makes me want to go to all of them. Ascha Drake will be there on June 28. There is a tempting wall of oversized pegs like Lite-Bright.

The workspace offers Drake's photos of textured walls and places for inspiration as well as tiny scraps of the photos to incorporate into collages to make on a pre-punched card.



There are lovely rolls of colorful tape, scissors, and hole punches. Textures to rub with crayons, lots of string. I really wanted to sew something with all that string. 



In the end, I made a tiny circle accordion and taped it to the card; words immediately found their way in.



I was there after 5pm, so the place was quiet. I waited for a young couple to finish before I sat down to work on a quick project in solitude. They giggled in the photo booth while I worked.

This is part two of a three-part series about Books, Art, and Poetry at the Contemporary Jewish Museum.