May 13, 2008

Headphones on, headphones off

By Dale Conour

I wore my headphones on my walk to work once. And didn’t like it. I couldn’t hear the birds. Couldn’t hear the leaves rustling. Couldn’t enjoy the relative quiet of the morning. Couldn’t have my tunes and be in tune.

The other day, just for kicks, I fired up the ’pod on the way home from the train. Not much in the way of birds, leaves and quiet at that time of day, especially along El Camino Real. What was there to lose?

Once again, I felt the distance, the removal from the environment. The lights progressed through their colors. The traffic flowed (a distant murmur). People made their way home, strolling with their heads down. Leaves shimmered silently in the late afternoon sun. I followed my route by rote.

Even though I had The National on, what I couldn’t get out of my head was:

A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she’s in a play
She is anyway.

And I couldn’t decide if I was more disconnected or less.

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April 29, 2008

Early Mother’s day

By Dale Conour

My mom’s in the hospital

She was helicoptered from the coast to a larger city hospital for surgery after a couple of crazy-ass EKGs

My mom’s in the hospital

And I’ve spent a few days here seeing people wheeled in and wheeled out (including one covered head to toe by a green cotton blanket)

My mom’s in the hospital

And it’s probably been the most quality time I’ve ever put in with her

My mom’s in the hospital

And I’m thinking that no matter how old we get or how independent we feel or how mature we become or how many kids of our own we have or how gosh sorry just so busy we get or how little we call our mother

That when you write

My mom’s in the hospital

You become one of those people who have had the meaning of Mother shoved in their face

She was our gateway from nothing to something, from the ether to life

And it might seem like they cut that cord

But when they say each and every one of us is all alone in this great big universe they’re wrong because we’re not really alone

until our mothers are gone

My mom’s in the hospital

But this time, I get to take her back home

Let’s stay in touch.

April 23, 2008

Dumping Earth Day?

By Dale Conour

Love Joseph Romm’s commentary in Salon, Let’s Dump Earth Day (subscription only). He says we need a name that gets to the real point: We’re trying to save ourselves, not the Earth. The Earth will go on just fine without us:

"...What the day — indeed, the whole year — should be about is not creating misery upon misery for our children and their children and their children, and on and on for generations. Ultimately, stopping climate change is not about preserving the earth or creation but about preserving ourselves. Yes, we can't preserve ourselves if we don’t preserve a livable climate, and we can't preserve a livable climate if we don't preserve the earth. But the focus needs to stay on the health and well-being of billions of humans because, ultimately, humans are the ones who will experience the most prolonged suffering. And if enough people come to see it that way, we have a chance of avoiding the worst.

We have fiddled like Nero for far too long to save the whole earth or all of its species. Now we need a World War II scale effort just to cut our losses and save what matters most. So let’s call it Triage Day. And if worst comes to worst, at least future generations won't have to change the name again..."

It’s a good reminder how blind earnestness and a lack of pragmatism can torpedo the best intentions. When environmentalists allowed  Conservatives (what an ironic label) in the Reagan era to frame environmentalism as a debate about spotted owls, a war between hard-working Americans and nutty treehuggers, the damage to their public image took decades to undo.

People consumed with the desire for power and money will always have the advantage over those with ideals. If you don’t even know you’re in a game, you’re gonna lose fast.

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April 21, 2008

Decemberists and the open heart

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Inspired by the Crane wife folk tale. Desktop image available for download at Decemberists.com

By Dale Conour

I’ve been listening to the Decemberists’ Crane Wife 1 and 2 a lot lately. If you know the song(s), then you’ll remember that at the end Colin Meloy repeatedly belts out "heart" like he’s reaching in and pulling back his rib cage to bare a wounded heart and soul. It moves me every time, and I’ve found that singing along with it, imagining I, too, am opening my heart to the world (even if I’m singing the notes a bit flat), is great therapy. (And seeing them live is great fun, by the way, don’t miss the opportunity).

I think we respond, in part, to the creatures of the world with such wonder and affection because that’s the way they live all the time: Not necessarily soulfully, but truthfully. They are what they are. Of course you could say the same for young children, and often, for the elderly. There’s such honesty there and I hunger for it.

It rakes at my heart.

Links: The Decemberists Crane wife 1&2 , from their website

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April 17, 2008

Buy Ky

Pair

Pair (11" W x 15" H), by Ky Anderson 

By Dale Conour

emerson-featured artist Ky Anderson (find her in "Q&A" at right) has hooked up with Velocity to produce  The Ky Anderson Shop, featuring her new print series.

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April 15, 2008

Movin’ to the country

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A view of the Russian River, by Nik Schulz

By Nik Schulz

I just walked down the street today and this guy waiting at the bus stop said to me, what I thought was, “Do you have a dime?” I said that no, sorry, I didn’t have any change and kept walking. He then looked at me sort of confusedly and said, “No, not a dime, the time, do you have the time?” at which point I felt embarrassed that had mistaken him for homeless and said, “Oh, yeah, sorry, it’s ten to one.” Either my hearing is terrible or I’ve been in the city way too long. Possibly both.

Ever since I returned from St. Agnes, I wondered how to get more nature into my life. Yes, that was eight years ago. I suppose some things take a while to figure out. Or, more to the point perhaps, some people (meaning me) take a while to figure themselves out. But that’s another story.

So here’s the thing. I’m an illustrator. I work from home. I don’t actually need to live in one of the most expensive cities in America. I could live in a place that’s beautiful, inexpensive and get my nature on at the same time. So, what did I do? I did what we all do. I got on Craigslist and started looking. All of a sudden I was staring at an ad for a cabin with pine paneled walls and a freestanding wood stove. The paneling went halfway up the walls and the rest was all windows. And what was outside of those windows? Nothing but redwood trees. Gah!… So great!

The cabin was located in the Russian River. Instead of bookmarking and endlessly browsing, as I’m wont to do, I called the next day. Too late—it was already gone. I sat, stroked my beard and thought, “Russian River, eh?...” The next place I found looked like a keeper. It’s right on the river, a little two-bedroom place that looks like it was built in the 30s, except that it’s been totally remodeled. It’s got knotty pine walls, wooden floors and a big deck, and it’s a sweet deal. I know…

If all goes well, I’ll be signing the lease this Saturday.

I’m looking forward to the smell of the air through the redwood trees, the sight of ducks, having lunch by the river. Ok, the house is in a secondary flood plain but that’s not that big of a deal, right? Actually, it should be fine. Flood insurance is included. More importantly I’m looking forward to addressing this long-standing desire and to starting a new chapter in life. Also, if my proposal for 1-Mile Island is accepted, it seems like it’d be a great place to write a book.

Cheers to that.

Link: Nik Schulz’s site

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April 09, 2008

Q&A: Tom Killion

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Lake Tahoe from Maggies Peaks, Desolation Wilderness (13.5x17 inches), by Tom Killion


By Dale Conour

Tom Killion is one of California’s most beloved artists. I realize that may harbor negative connotations— after all, unless you’re wielding puns dangerously, you’d never refer to his work as "cutting edge." But you could pull out the overused "timeless" here without shame. The master woodcarver and printer has been capturing the wilds and not so wilds of California and beyond for decades, and by capture I mean not only their likenesses, but more importantly as artistic work, their more elusive characters. It’s worth spending a few minutes on his site to learn more of his rich personal history, and his technique.

Q: How has woodcutting impacted your relationship with the outdoors, with nature?

A: Printmaking hasn't much impacted my time outdoors, other than it perhaps makes me do more sketching. On the other hand, I did a lot more watercolors and finished drawings in my youth, before I really accepted printmaking as my only "finished" artistic production. One thing printmaking does is it makes me "take apart" landscape scenes in my mind, contemplating how many color blocks and various split-fountain rolls and reduction-cuts it would take to get a particular scene look the way I wanted it. When I am actually "woodcarving" (your Q) I am in my studio, not outdoors. I do all my work from sketches made in the open however, so the sketching process gets me to spend time, between 20 minutes and an hour usually, "meditating" on the landscape—which is nice.


Big Arroyo, Foxtail Pines (10x12.5 inches), by Tom Killion

Q: How does your chosen art form allow itself to be pushed by the artist? What are the boundaries?

A: I like printmaking for several reasons: First, it forces me to abstract the landscape to some degree, as I must reverse the image, carve it into wood or linoleum for a "Key" bloc and then use that block as template for a number of color blocks, all carved in reverse as well. The reassembly of the landscape takes place while I am printing, layer upon layer of color. Otherwise, as one can tell by looking at my work, I would be too "literal" an artist and my landscapes would look very prosaic.

Second, I can romanticize the world into another time and place—maybe a place like pre-modern Japan in the time of the Ukiyo-e "floating world" aesthetic of the early 19th century, when people were smaller on the land, and more in harmony with it. It is kind of hard loving the visual landscape of central California in the late 20th and 21st century and seeing it violated and abused on such a massive scale by us humans. So my art allows me to remake the world the way I like to see it, to some degree—although I do not entirely remove the human element (my Ukiyo-e mentors taught me this lesson, as they always kept the human element as well).

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The City from Grizzly Peak (14x17 inches), by Tom Killion

Boundaries in woodcut printmaking mostly have to do with the flatness of the printed surface and the hardness of the edge of the line—to get soft and fluid effects, clouds, mist, water, reflections etc. are the great challenges—but that is why it remains continually interesting as a medium. Far more challenging than painting, for example, when it comes to landscapes.

Q: By creating works interpreting places that are not only known, but held dear, by so many people, do you ever worry that your art is appealing to viewers for reasons of sentimentality as much as for the aesthetic quality of the pieces?

A: Perceptive Q.—I have heard so many people tell me they are buying a print because it depicts a scene dear to them—it is extraordinary to find how important some places are in people’s lives—childhood haunts, marriage proposals, weddings, ashes scattered, it runs the gamut of peoples lives—but I rarely choose places b/c I think they might appeal to others, it is b/c they appeal to ME.

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Yosemite Valley II (11.5x16 inches), by Tom Killion

The most charismatic landscapes have universal appeal of course. I have one view of Yosemite Valley from the Wawona Rd. Tunnel—the classic view—I really hesitated to make a print of it, it has become such a trope,  but it truly is one of the more stunning scenes nature offers, and lends itself so well to the medium of woodcut. So I did it anyway.

I know if I only did tourist sites and "flowers above the sea" I would make a lot more money, but I don’t—if you look at my website you’ll see most of my scenes are actually off the beaten path. I do love fields of poppies and lupines above the sea, one of the loveliest features of our old California land, but I try to only do them every few years, almost out of resistance to the general love of them.

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Bolinas Ridge to Pt. Montara (Gulf of the Farallons), (14x18.5 inches), by Tom Killion

In the end however, the exciting part of printmaking is the overlay and juxtaposiiton of colors and patterns, and the subject could be almost anything. Sometimes I turn my prints upside down and just enjoy the color/texture mixes; and if they delight me upside down or sideways, I feel like I really got it right. Oddly, the ones that work best for me on this purely abstract level are also some of my most popular images.

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Greenwood Cove, Mendocino Coast (11x14.5 inches), by Tom Killion

Q: As an artist, when you see strangers out in the world, do the ways they interact with the world ever frustrate you? Inspire you?

A: I am as critical of people as anyone else, especially as  a fourth gen. Northern Californian. I particularly dislike bulldozers and roadcutters, but I also dislike ornamental invasive plant planters and eco-Nazis who would rather have coyote-brush everywhere instead of the beautiful wildflower grasslands that we have inherited from 200 years of ranching and 6,000 years of Native Californian burning. All power to grazers and old Indian women who burned the meadows for their brodaea fibers! There are few landscapes in the world more beautiful than the central CA oak-savannah steep hillside grasslands juxtaposed w/ redwood forest canyons and mixed bay, madrone, fir mountainsides. Keep California free, join the CNPS and Ventana Wilderness Coalition, but tell them to work to keep our grasslands open.

Where I live now, out in West Marin, provides a great example of what can be done to mix sustainable ranching with grassland preservation—it is really beautiful and it works. The model should be expanded, but instead the National Park service is a slave to bizarre ideas of "wilderness" where wilderness never existed since the last Ice Age. Let’s rethink people in the landscape—we are here, we belong here—but in a sustainable relationship, not in this dualistic, all-or-nothing false dichotomy that wilderness bureaucrats (can such a monster really exist?) seem to believe they are mandated to create.


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Addis Abeba (8.5x9.25 inches), by Tom Killion

Links: Tom Killion’s website, California Native Plant Society, Ventana Wilderness Coalition

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April 04, 2008

"Evocations" opens

By Dale Conour

Just a quick heads up that emerson-featured artist Mary Daniel Hobson’s work will be on display at Modern Book Gallery in Palo Alto, beginning with a reception this evening. Here are the details (worth a trip down the Peninsula, SFers, don’t be scared). You can find my interview with her to the right in Q&A.

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#002, from the series Evocations, ©2007


The details

A two-woman show...

MARY DANIEL HOBSON: "Evocations"

and CLAUDIA KUNIN: "Myth"

April 4 - June 3, 2008

Opening Reception with the artists on Friday, April 4 from 7-10pm

Modern Book Gallery
494 University Ave, Palo Alto, CA
650-327-6325

On view will be a selection of works from  three of Hobson’s series - Evocations, Sanctuary, and Bottle Dreams.

Modern Book also has a nice selection of work from Mapping the Body in their upstairs gallery.

Links: marydanielhobson.com, modernbook.com

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March 18, 2008

Letting it all go

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Photo by Calvina Yang Nguyen

By Kendra Smith

I’m starting to think about downsizing. Sure, it has something to do with tax season and all the dire predictions about the economy. But it has just as much to do with a desire to have less, to simplify. When it takes me 10 minutes to find something I’m looking for, I think I probably have too much stuff. When I start to forget more than I can remember, I know it.

That’s why I’m intrigued by Australian Ian Usher, who has put up his life for sale, ala John Freyer, the Iowa artist who auctioned his possessions on eBay and wrote a 2002 book, All My Life for Sale, about it. The reason for Usher’s downsizing—a messy divorce—is more tragic than pragmatic, but the questions it raises are universal. The key one is posited in a poll on Usher’s home page: Could you do it?

Like Freyer, Usher is offering it all: the car, a motorcycle, his jetski and kitesurfing gear, the house and everything in it. “I take nothing with me,” Usher writes on the website (note: his future plans are to travel the world, not to disappear from it).

Since, ultimately, we take nothing with us, I have to wonder why our stuff is so important to us, and why a simpler life is still a choice outside the norm. These men challenge us with the notion that we are not our stuff. And yet, in this age of consumption, many of us must believe that our possessions, what we choose to surround ourselves with, do say something about what we value and believe in.

Could you do it?

Links:
Telegraph article
Life4Sale
All My Life For Sale

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March 12, 2008

Blossom

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Magnolias, by Muffet

By Dale Conour

We’re disappointed in our leaders is the refrain, yet again, as we endure another season of presidential campaigning.

The irony in that statement seems so strong today, walking past spring blossoms of flowering cherry, camellia, magnolia.

The results wouldn’t be nearly so impressive if only a few of those buds opened up to the sun.

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