Tuesday, January 26, 2010

God Bless Rehema Barber



David Hall

God Bless Rehema Barber--the short-lived Executive Director of Powerhouse Memphis, and curator of its last exhibit, Everywhere, Nowhere, Somewhere.

Upon my complimenting Ms. Barber on the selection of regional works, she suggested that Fleissig and/or Patterson had disapproved of the exhibit, but that she persisted anyway. So, how ironic that after years of forgettable crap from the absentee impresario, a transplant from Hartford, Conn. discovers the work of Tam Tran, completely off the radar of the art scene, and it catapults the photographer into the Whitney Biennial.

"I'm not known in the Memphis art world, really," says Tran. (Ellis, 2009) Hell no, you’re not; and that’s the ever-loving beauty of it all. It kind of puts the shallow pool of the Memphis art scene, with its endless appetite for low-brow gimmicks, shameless self-promotion and gamesmanship, in perspective. The phenomenal rise of a Tam Tran seems to occur in spite of, not because of, Memphis’ little apparatchik. If the art world is just a social club, cool—but let’s not patronize one another saying it’s about the art. We all know it’s about the personalities.

This is something that I fear will be glossed over or that Ms. Barber’s influence will be negated by some other social climber or opportunist. After all, she did pull up stakes to come to Memphis; then found herself unemployed before the year was finished. She should be director of Memphis’ first contemporary art museum we’ll never have. I hope she is prospering wherever she landed.

Bill Ellis, Tam Tran's search for identity leads to Whitney Museum's Biennial Commercial Appeal, December 27, 2009

http://www.gomemphis.com/news/2009/dec/27/self-portrait/




Friday, December 11, 2009

Winter Blues


I am inclined toward an introverted personality, so I probably come off as a cold fish in social situations, and I’m very sorry for that. Going to graduate school twice a week and working as a teacher, it’s as if I’m living from deadline to deadline, and I can’t even look up. Both my classes ended this week accompanied by quite tedious final assignments; and in between, I delivered a presentation, about using technology to differentiate instruction, for the Mid-south Technology Conference at the Cannon Center

When I finally catch a break, like this evening, I feel hindered socially and a little deflated. I love the P& H, but I haven’t been in so long, I’m actually frightened of going tonight and being around a bunch of people. What is wrong with me? I feel isolated.

I used to be part of a Tuesday night movie club, where a loosely associated group would meet at Studio on the Square for a flick, and Bosco’s for discussion afterwards; some even wrote and emailed reviews. Of course, it was always casual and non-obligatory, plus there isn’t always a new film to attend every week. I need more fun and social interaction in my life. I’d be interested in starting a weeknight movie club like that after the holidays—would any other Mid-towners?

Sorry about lack of brevity, but I haven’t figured out how to tweet.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Oh no, not again!

Psalm 109:8--A Prayer for Obama or Ourselves?

Monday November 16, 2009

During the last few days, Psalm 109:8, a Bible verse in the form of a "prayer for Obama," has topped the Google trends chart: "May his days be few; may another take his office." Evidently, a bumper sticker emblazoned with this verse has popped up in various parts of the country. It is a sort of right-wing Christian equivalent to the old "01.20.09" stickers looking forward to the end of the Bush era.

It was, most likely, intended as a joke. But it isn't really very funny. Especially since the next verse reads, "May his children be orphans, and his wife a widow." The passage goes on the same way--asking God to pulverize this poor fellow--that he lose all his worldly goods, that his orphans be abandoned, that his father be remembered as a sinner, and finally, that "his memory be cut off from the earth."

Thus, the "Prayer for Obama," does more than anticipate that he leaves office; it entreats God to destroy the president.

Psalm 109 belongs to a special category of the psalms known as "imprecatory" prayers--it is a lament in the form of petition to destroy one's enemies. It is the personal prayer of an individual, someone who has been dealt an injustice by another--and usually more powerful--person. The words of Psalm 109 are those of deep agony, the longings of a victim for retribution and justice. This psalm is considered one of the most difficult of all the psalms--full of violent images of vengeance and death. Many a biblical critic has struggled with its words--and not a few--including Roman Catholic and mainline Protestant theologians--recommend that it not be used in public worship, much less as a bumper-sticker political slogan.

In his marvelous book, Reflections on the Psalms, C.S. Lewis observed:

In some of the Psalms the spirit of hatred which strikes us in the face is like the heat from a furnace mouth. In others the same spirit ceases to be frightful only by becoming (to a modern mind) almost comic in its naivety. Examples can be found all over the Psalter, but perhaps the worst is in 109 (p. 20).

Lewis suspects that it may be best to leave such psalms alone. But then he says that we must face "facts squarely."

The hatred is there--festering, gloating, undisguised--and also we should be wicked if we in any way condoned or approved it, or (worse still) used it to justify similar passions in ourselves (p. 22).


Lewis refers to these psalms as horrible, devilish, cruel, hateful, and evil. He believes that Psalm 109--and the poetry of its kind in the psalter--should point us back to the evil we carry within and teach us each how to behave with goodness, humility, and love.

According then, to the venerable C.S. Lewis, a "Prayer for Obama" is really a prayer for ourselves to go beyond "festering, gloating, undisguised" hatred. "If the Divine does not call to make us better, it will make us very much worse," he reminded his readers, "Of all bad men, religious bad men are the worst."



http://blog.beliefnet.com/progressiverevival/2009/11/psalm-1098--a-prayer-for-obama_comments.html

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Spiritual philosophy

By David Hall

What I believe is inexorably tied to who I am at this juncture in life—the body is a conduit, thus it is strength of will cultivating meaning and fulfillment, under mitigating circumstances, which yields consciousness. My life’s project seems to be learning to accept responsibility for my own mind stream, whether in the sunshine or the storm.

My fellow creatures are all likewise engaged; it is our fates shared that infuses life with beauty and the sacred. My empathy with them supercedes gods or dogmas or concern with the afterlife. I champion the fulfillment and well-being garnered of anyone’s particular spiritual path.

I must even support and defend those who embrace religious views which may condemn me. Throughout life’s journey, I’ve abandoned once-cherished fallacies too narrow and cynical to sustain, as existence itself perennially tempers beliefs. Tolerance and empathy of others, therefore, must emanate from the recognition that I too am a work in progress, prone to internal struggles, predilections and shortcomings.

May all beings find happiness.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Interview with Jonathan & Mary Long-Postal

by David Hall

So, I cannot really review anything from the PowerHouse with any shred of objectivity, but I intended to review Mary and Jonathan’s wonderful collaborations back in May, when they did the gig at Askew, Nixon, & Ferguson--Myths & Marks. Man, being a teacher is just all-consuming, and I hated letting them down, but I found myself under an avalanche of school-related chum.

What I proposed is perhaps conducting an interview with the two of them regarding the radical artistic transition precipitated by their collaboration. In a nutshell, I’ve always associated Jonathan’s photographs with a stripped-down, documentary aesthetic—know your craft, yes, but the central factor is anticipating the golden moment. Mary’s encaustic paintings would seem stationed on the opposite side of the aesthetic universe—intuitive, abstract, jewel-toned, and whimsical. I would never have imagined a merging of the two. The result is edgy, sensual and with nods to kitsch or nostalgia.

One of the pieces at Askew, Nixon & Ferguson, "Vulcan Forging Wings," is included in Everywhere, Nowhere, Somewhere…a group affair at the PowerHouse, curated by director Rehema Barber. Bill Ellis of the Commercial Appeal suggests that the subject, a muscular African-American man hammering at an anvil, is a metaphor for “African American labor from the plantation system to the industrialized re-centering that took place during the Great Migration.” I had no idea until I read up on the mythology of Vulcan, the ancient Roman god of fire, who seemingly was always working at some other god’s bidding..

“Vulcan Forging Wings” is not a simple photograph, however. The sepia image is tinted with flecks of bright color and illuminated inside a light box constructed from a pitted and chipped old window frame. The duo has appropriated all manner of window frames and vintage televisions for their collaborative body of work. An element of kitsch is implied by the burlesque eroticism in many of the images and the cathode ray antiquity of the supports.

David: Jonathan, we briefly discussed the effect that digital technology has had upon photography and why you feel compelled to now make work that borders on sculpture. Would you please elaborate?

Jonathan: Photography, when I first started taking pictures, was valued as evidence or proof of both the world we live in an individual’s interpretation of that world by virtue of emphasis and wit. That is to say a photograph was taken and looked upon as evidence of a truth. A photograph could be used in court to put someone away or a plot point in a Noir film when doctored effectively. The first thought wasn’t that a photograph is altered--now when I look at a photograph, the first thing I wonder about is which bits were hobbled together.

In a way, this technical and aesthetic rigor prevented photography from the post war self-indulgences that plagued the visual arts and some forms of music. I don't know, perhaps this attitude was fostered by an environment where highly visible patrons did not make themselves known, thus freeing artists to please themselves. I feel this resulted in a loss of certain basic skill sets.

The best of photography (of course, in my opinion) lay with the journeymen who lived in-between art and the skills needed to operate these machines that capture the light, such as Robert Frank and Henri Cartier-Bresson. There was also the important aspect of the manually produced silver print. To see a beautiful print was to reflect on the time spent in a darkroom with chemistry molding the light--squeezing it out of your hands; in a sense painting the photograph with light.

Now with digital photography, all bets are off--the shots exist in an electronic format, either to be downloaded and manipulated in any way you could wish, and then as many copies spat out of a computer as you wish, all exactly the same. Now this does not affect the idea or instinct involved in creating an object of artistic value--but it does put into question for me the value of the physicality of the work.

That is to say, you now possess an object of value--something you can love.
It could be said that digital photography works best for me while still living inside the computer. To me, the image looks its best on a good screen.

So following these instincts I felt I had to resolve two issues. First was a decision to embrace the digital game as my tool. Photography has never been an art form to live in the past. It was born with machines and advanced with them-so in my case, I felt it cowardly to abandon this aspect.

The other issue was how I might take my ideas and produce an object of value--work that could be held dear for both its conceptual inspiration and physical rendering. This is what I started thinking. I need to develop my latent skill sets that I have readymade (which would be drawing stuff and building stuff) and take pleasure in the freedom that the digital pallet allows me. So I started, in a way, making little films. The story was up to the viewer. but I wanted to give them lots of rope.

First I started printing the images on canvas and painting on them. It didn't feel right to just slap brushstrokes about just to make them unique. I painted in glazes covering the whole image and gently changing the image as I grew more confident in my eye to hand coordination. It became clear soon if I wanted to keep more of the photographic element I would have to have color under the photo image too. I am still working this out but feel good about the direction.

Then it occurred to me that a natural place to view the image would be on a TV. I found a 60's TV that sort of reflected my feelings in that it was made of wood and not built with the intention of being obsolete in 3 years. I put in a backlit image and got it all up and running a felt pretty good about the object I had made. A kind of satisfaction I had not felt in a while. So it went from there.

David: Mary, you have said the collaboration with Jonathan is a fairly recent development for both of your studio practices. Artists tend to be independent, idiosyncratic and territorial in their creative endeavors. How do two seasoned artists with starkly individual styles collaborate? Are there any conflicts, or is it smooth-sailing?

Mary: Well, I had many concerns stemming from my expectations of conflict in all these areas (idiosyncrasies, egos and amount of personal control); in addition, our teaming up earlier to work on graphic design projects had been quite bumpy due to differing work styles. And throwing in the fact that we were in our first year of marriage, I was the one with the pessimistic outlook. Jonathan has been a photographer much, much longer than I have been a painter so one of my fears was of being overshadowed or pushed aside. However, once we set down our ideas on paper and the concepts began to take shape, for the most part it was fairly smooth sailing save for a couple studio related disasters (breaking a finished piece - ouch!).

I don't think anyone, including the two of us, could imagine our disparate styles and mediums being combined. My idea was to step back a bit to a time when I worked more with collage, assemblage and such; keep the current medium I work in--wax encaustic--and use Jonathan's work in a collage-like manner, which would mean actually pulling apart his work. I had concerns that this would be viewed as destroying his work--tearing out a part of something he had carefully composed. It seemed almost sacrilegious. Jonathan's attitude was mixed, there were images that captured him that did not inspire me and vice-versa; we were able to work most of that out.

What was most amusing though was the takes on myths. Jon went for classic stories and symbols; I went for the more day to day myths--the myth of security, home and family (the house and fence marks and icons); myths of American opportunity and racial equality. The Vulcan piece in particular seems almost prescient when we had Pat Buchanan opining last week that America was built entirely by whites. Another piece, "Homesickness" which has a woman who appears upset in the background and a home with wings in the foreground, was taken by many to be very sad and sentimental, when the piece, for me was someone sick of their home or place and yearning to break free or fly away.
In the end, once the initial idea for the piece was decided and Jonathan provided or composed the primary photographic elements, I was mostly given free rein and we were both pleased and surprised with the results.

Jonathon: I had never collaborated on my art—however, as a commercial photographer. I had worked on publications, books and films, so I knew the mind set. I respect Mary's work and taste so I felt pretty safe. I think it was harder for her than me. The ideas seemed to flow well together and some times she would take the lead on a work and sometimes I would—sometimes we would switch off depending on who had the clearest vision of the work at a given time. I was pretty much happy and inspired from the first image on. We did over 20 pieces in just a couple of months, and I think everything just kept getting clearer for me.

David: Mary, your handiwork is ever present, yet it is seamlessly integrated with the other elements at play.

So, you've been painting in what seems to be a formalist style up until this collaboration. This work implies provocative narratives and gothic characters. I cannot really isolate why, but it seethes with a kind of pulp eroticism. You are in several of the photographs too, yes? Do you transition easily from abstraction to more literal modes of expression? I've watched many artists, myself included, struggle with this.

Mary: I don't really transition well to the more literal, I prefer the expressiveness of letting a painting build and “happen.” However, regarding this collaboration, I feel my adding elements of collage, mark making, and seemingly random fields of color along with Jon's disassembling and rearrangement of several photographs push the work in the additional direction of Dadaism --I was destroying Jon's prints! And making artwork that wasn't palatable to decorators or corporate collectors! There was a sense of freedom and departure from my usual work, not that I am disparaging that work or my wonderful patrons, but I have always chafed at being “pigeonholed” and performing to specific expectations.

I don't believe I am in any of the works in this show, but I am in some previous work I have always been attracted to the gothic, and although these names may seem cliché to toss out, I love Flannery O'Connor and the earlier work of Cindy Sherman--I believe the series was called “Film Stills.”

Regarding the pulp and burlesque, when I was growing up, in the late 60's and early 70's, the newspapers and billboards had all of these adverts I found interesting, intriguing and humorous: movie ads for sex and exploitation and horror films--Poor White Trash, Last House on the Left, some S&M--nazi "Ilsa" and women-behind-bar' sorts of things. This was when newspapers could afford to run large graphic ads. For some reason these really stayed in my visual memory. Also I enjoyed all the old horror and film noir movies reruns on TV. So in this sense I did collaborate in some small way when Jonathan did a previous series with noir images made into paintings and the first run of TVs, he wanted to create scenarios that could be from a movie.

David: Will the two of you continue to collaborate and has the experience offered any insights or revelations that you wouldn’t have discovered otherwise?

Jonathon: I think we will continue working together. And in a way even work I do alone is now irretrievable informed by this experience and Mary's presence and input. I feel that I have been given a freedom in a way to approach creating work. While I will certainly go back and shoot black and white photography again with all my rules and printed in the darkroom--this has been a game changer

Mary: I most certainly believe we will, I recently sent some pieces on paper to be in the Perry Nicole group show that included more collage elements and house icons than my previous work, so there has been some overlap but my solo work will stay on its own course.

Trying new things with the materials pretty much pushed me to the limit physically and mentally. Some things take quite a bit of time and work but I learned quite a bit about the possibilities and limitations of the encaustic medium.

I also learned that given enough time, I can work with subject matter suggested by Jonathan, that I perhaps dismiss too easily if there is not an immediate spark at first. Some of the better pieces actually started out with me saying, "oh, I don't know, I'm just not feeling anything about this," but after a few days on the back-burner or by happy accident the moment comes. So, I am learning to trust his ideas and in the outcome the same way that he has trusted me.
It also revealed to me the need to sometimes work outside of the boundaries that the galleries expect and take some risks. I feel this re-energizes my own interest in my solo work in some odd way. Like taking an art-vacation with my husband!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Unit One on Shape-to-Form, in Couplets

by David Hall

Thick as rope or fine as twine
Rounded or straight we draw a line
You can zigzag a line or make it wavy
Mixing them all beats biscuits and gravy

Pencils, crayons, markers and paint
To each of these you should acquaint
A line from one is not like another
Show maw and paw, sister and brother

Feelings and moods are expressed by line
From jagged and raw, to tender, soft and fine
Lines show wind, flight and motion
The darting of feet, or the waves of the ocean

Lines can be found wherever you look
At school, your house or beside a brook
Up and down, side-to-side, to and fro
From corner-to-corner a line will flow

Pablo Picasso had a bad reputation
But sported mad skills and a fertile imagination
Dynamic lines render nimble sophistication
Real or abstract, he blazed every innovation

Lasso a shape by closing a line
Of an organic or geometric design
Add dimension with shading and perspective
The rules of drawing form are highly effective

Early humans on cave walls scrawled
Forms of deer, horses, and bison recalled
With only mineral colors, simple tools and burnt sticks
The prehistoric artist was pretty slick

Merge shapes to build forms compounded
Cubic, conical, cylindrical, rounded
Place objects near, far and in between
Depict 3-D space within your scene

Albrecht Durer was of the pompous variety
The German artist enjoyed rock-star notoriety
At the age of 13, he could draw what he saw
By his mid-20s, all of Europe was in awe

Durer was especially fond of cross-hatch
Lines neatly bunched and woven into thatch
Lines tint a picture in lights and darks
Forms emerge the tangle of hatch-marks

A string of this verse is a line
Together with others it does refine
A form of speech explicitly defined
You can write them too, if you’re so inclined