Tuesday, May 31, 2011

How Flash Gordon and Batman Saved My Life

What does one do on a rainy Memorial Day weekend?  Well, they spend it watching several hours of Flash Gordon all 13 episodes of the 1930’s serial.  So you might be wondering what was so compelling about this series to suck away so much of my precious time.

Was it the spaceships with sparklers in the exhaust? Was it the dragons created by adding horns to iguanas?  Or perhaps it was the highly technical terminology used in those episodes, like “spaceogram” (for Skype-ing).  Actually the reason that I found myself engrossed is for reasons of nostalgia, after all Flash Gordon saved my life but not just him, Batman too.

Before I get into that let me give you a bit of Flash Gordon background for those who are unfamiliar comics, movies or cartoons.  
Depending on the source the version might vary but the basic story is that the Planet Mongo traveling through space heading towards earth; the planet is ruled by the evil Ming the Merciless (Emperor of the Universe), who, like most evil villains, want to take over earth.  I suppose, if he is the Emperor of the Universe that would be within his rights.  Flash is a polo player or football player (two very interchangeable sports) but ends up getting caught up with genius (and slightly loony) Dr. Zarkov and reporter Dale Arden.  Long story short they hop into Zarkov's rocket to intercept the planet Mongo.  Once on Mongo they encounter the various kingdoms of Mongo (tree people, lion people, shark people, hawk people, etc) all of which are infighting due to Ming's plans to keep them under his thumb.  The storyline is riddled with internal conflicts (Flash loves Dale, Ming’s daughter loves Flash, Flash’s buddy Barin loves Ming’s Daughter, Ming loves Dale). Ok you're up to speed.

As a kid I a local TV station played this serial every Saturday morning.  I would watch the cartoon version “the New Adventures of Flash Gordon” and then flip over to the 1930’s serial starring Buster Crabbe (Olympic gold medalist in swimming and star of other cliffhanger serials such as Tarzan and Buck Rogers).  As a kid I thing the thing that enthralled me about Flash Gordon was that it was the wonderfully strange world that the hero was thrust into.   Mongo was a planet where old and modern meet…Medieval meets Art Deco.  And what a world it was, filled with  Sharkmen, Hawkmen, Lionmen , and Monkeymen; also a place strange kindoms like the ice kindom of Frigia, the forest world of Arboria, or the compass confusing Magnetic Mountains.  If you can think it, there is a good chance it happens on Mongo.  More than that, though, Flash was someone thrust into strange unfamiliar lands and managed to defeat every obstacle that came his way.

So how did this polo player turned galactic explorer come to save my life.  Well, basically you need to know that as a kid I was very shy and very reclusive.  Much of that had to do with the fact that my family moved around a fair bit and though I don’t think that that caused my shyness, it certainly exaggerated it as well as my insecurities.   My savior was my art and my parents for continually encouraging me to do art, but it is comic book characters like Flash Gordon and Batman that helped my subconscious navigate a world that I y felt out of place in.

Here was a mere earthling that took on the Emperor of the Universe. His obstacles were adventures…not tragedies.  In my mind Flash Gordon was my ideal self that could move from city to city, school to school and feel confident and secure.   It made recognize that perhaps, I too, could face whatever the universe hurled at me.

My affinity to the Batman, started much younger.  Of course the TV series was the initial introduction.  I watched the campy Batman “Kapow” and “Biff” all through my childhood.   Then came the comics, which were much darker and sinister.  The Batman was tragic soul surrounded by the haunting memories of his parents murder.  He is a villain the turned into a good guy.  A dark dude who finds a way to make his demons work for him; he did this by embracing them.  This is what the Dark Knight taught me.

While Flash Gordon gave me a sense of hope in my life, the Caped Crusader gave me a methodology to face my fears.  Instead of fleeing from my fears I would embrace them, and where I would embrace them was in my art.  The darker elements that you see in my art to this day are the product of my internal battles.  I have found a way to harness those dark thoughts and put them to good use.  Bear in mind that much of this was done without my knowledge.  I did not wake up one day and say “this is what I need to do”, rather through time I was able to look back and reflect to see what led me to where I am today.  Back then, as  child and teen, it seemed like aimless meanderings.  As I look back now, I see how those meanderings were really useful adaptive tools.

I bring these issues to light for two reasons.  First of all, I wanted to point out that even a comic book character can make a difference in a child’s life.  They are the contemporary brethren of King Arther, Odysseus, or the Zapotec princess Donaji.  They are what Joseph Campbell called “the hero of a thousand faces”. .  It is the same myth culture-to-culture, era-to-era.  An average “Joe” summoned to face trials and tribulations that will ultimately transform that person…hopefully for the better. 

The second reason I bring up this topic is to emphasize the importance of art in a child’s life.  Not just looking at art or listening to music, but creating it.  Not every child will gain from it to the degree that I did but all people will be enriched by it.  In my case the ability to have access to art supplies helped me through difficult times.  I see the current trends in school being a singular emphasis on “reading, writing, ‘rithmatic” and a disregard for the value for art in the lives in children.  I often ponder what would have happened without my parents’ encouragement to use pencil and paper to battle my foes.  It seems to me that people will address their issues either creatively or destructively.   A paintbrush is a better solution than smashing car windows.   In my case, art allowed me my to address my “issues” in ways that don’t harm others and perhaps might even be considered a benefit.

Through the years I hav e seen how art literally saves lives.  A friend of mine is battling a very tenacious cancer; even as the disease slows her down, her art moves her forward.  It gives her strength, and it feeds her spirit.    I am also reminded of a project that an art therapist I know was involved with that focused on children directly affected by the hurricane, Katrina. It was called Through the Eyes of Children with the goal of using art therapy as a method for addressing and easing the psychological stresses associated with that catastrophe.

I’ve come across multitudes people who are faced with various tragedies of all sorts ranging from disease to disaster to divorce.   The thing that saved them, the thing that guided them through difficulty and despair was their art.  Some people don’t believe in superheroes.  I do.  I see them everyday.  I see people defying all odds, conquering universes, and doing miraculous things, all because they have a superhuman power called: creativity. 

Links that might interest you on the topic
Through the Eyes of Childrenhttp://www.katrinaexhibit.org/photoalbum/index.htm
VSA Arts: http://www.vsarts.org/
Living Arts of Montana: http://www.livingartofmontana.org/Home.asp
Art Saves: Jenny Doh's project: http://www.crescendoh.com/artsaves.shtml

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

L.A. Confidential

So I'm sitting here in the Asheville Airport after a wonderful 4 day workshop at Random Arts in Saluda North Carolina.  Love coming out here and just finished a bit of junking at my favorite antique store Needful Things (I probably like it because of the Stephen King book by the same title…but thats just me).  Picked up a nifty old carriage lantern, a fish scale and a trippy looking boring tool (which really isn't all that boring).

So I was looking into my crystal ball to see what was in my future…and lo and behold I'm going to be in Southern Cal for almost an entire month.   As it turns out I'll be down in L.A. for a couple of pretty nifty exhibits.  The Tim Burton Exhibit at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art
 Good timing.  Of course, the real reason I'll be hangin' in the birthplace of your's truly (Glendale to be exact) is to do a few workshops.  So here's what I got planned…

Kroma Crackle hits L.A.
Those of you taking my Cold Blooded Journal Classes get the inside skinny of my new favorit-est thing thing in the world Kroma Crackle…I found a nifty way to make this lizardy medium instantaneous…so check it out near you.  Art Clinic, Zinnia, and Idyllwild Arts
so here is the schedule:

This cool store in South Pasadena is a whisper away from where my grandparents had a contact lens biz…memories.  Love hangin' here with Tamara and Joe and Paul.
Friday June 24 - Cold Blooded Journals

Sat June 25 - Lonely Hearts

Sun June 26 - Pretty Vial Things
Here's the scoop: http://www.zinnia.biz/zinnia.biz/Michael_deMeng.html

Next stop up into the mountains…above Palm Dessert, the small and arty little town of Idyllwild.  This is such a nice relaxing little place for me to teach…and the Aroma Cafe is some of the best food anywhere.

Thurs June 30- Fri June 1
 - Cold Blooded Journals

Sat July 2 - Sun July 3 
- Casa Embossa

Down the mountain I go…to the gorgeous beach town of Santa Monica.  Once again I'll be at Urban Craft Center.  I'm doing something a bit different here…I'm going to be  doing evening classes…were are going to make some part man/part animal creations over two evenings.

Tues July 5th and Wed July 6th - Zoophilia

Then I head north to the Danish inspired town of Solvang…not to confused with the Transylvanian inspired California town Sol-fang…har har.  What in the world is this doing in Southern Cal…well I'll have to find out.   I'll be hangin at the Art Clinic teaching some classes for  few days as we watch the windmills spin.
Sat July 9- Cold Blooded Journals

Sun July 10 - Pretty Vial Things

Hope to see everyone there….get ready to Crackle!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

NOLA 2012: La Maison Fantôme

So Katherine Engen of Valley Ridge Art Studio and I are teaming up once again for another amazing adventure down in the enchanting and mysterious city of New Orleans.  Jan 30 - Feb 4, 2012 is the date to keep on your calendar.  This year's class: La Maison Fantôme.  Here's the skinny:

La Maison Fantôme
Ghost Story:
In New Orleans there is a restaurant off Jackson Square called Muriels.  Good food, great historic French Quarter atmosphere, and best of all…it’s haunted.  That’s right, oooooooo…..haunted.  Here’s a little back story:  After a devasting fire in the French Quarter, this property was aquired and restored to its orginal grandeur by a man named Pierre Antoine Lepardi Jourdan.  His home was his pride and joy, however he had a nasty gambling habit and one night in 1814 he wagered his most prized possession, his magnificent home.  The cards turned against him and he lost.  Before he could honor his wager he shot himself on the second floor, which is now a séance lounge for the restaurant, where he is said to roam to this day.  
Through the years,  the ghost of Mr. Jourdan caused mischief for the various residents of the property, by breaking wine glasses or appearing as sparkling lights.  The owners of Muriel’s restaurant have found an interesting solution to their resident phantom; they set a table for him each night, where he is served food and drink.  This seems to appease the former master of the house and the business has been thriving, since.
The Class:
It is said that my home is haunted (though I have never seen alleged spirit) but have had a number of friends who swear they exist and have experienced a variety of eerie occurrences with ghostly types.  So it dawned on me that perhaps these ghosts just need a little bit of pampering, and this got me thinking about an interesting idea for a class: la maison fantôme, a ghost house.  

Using found objects and the art of assemblage attendees will create  a little shrine where you can leave little treats or offerings to appease the supernatural inhabitant.  Hopefully this will keep them content and they will no longer move furniture, break wine glasses or make prank phone calls.   Whether you currently have a spirit or need to prevent one from settling in, a Maison Fantome is a must for any home.  Oh remember, whatever you leave as an offering should be: “ectoplasmmm…mmm…good.”
Now doesn't that sound nifty?  Katherine is busy making hotel arrangements and figuring out this year's tours…I think a trip to the Seance Lounge in Muriel's is in order, don't you?  If you're interested you can register here:
See you there!