Tag Sale Friday #88: Where Getting it Cheap Remains the Esthetic

January 24, 2012 - 19 Responses

There’s something endearing about those tentative first steps taken by a budding artist. There’s also the knowledge that one day mom is going to tire of housing those early efforts. Usually sometime after the completed MFA and the birth of the “budders” first child; which for 40 something artists, tends to be aimed at the last egg in the carton. By this point everyone’s disappointed with “what could of been” and “never happened.” A sensitive time.

Take advantage of it.

“Beatles and Benzedrine” Second prize – alternative media category; laundry lint, pubes and dead grammy’s bag of tresses.

“Smoke on the Water” Air guitar assignment. Al Pine’s woodworking class. Westridge School for Girls.

“Dead guys – Guys who Should be Dead – Guys who Look Like They’re Dead”  Cafeteria mural La Canada High School

Note the yellow 25 cent sticker on the pine guitar; collection of the editor. She took advantage of a sensitive time.

Showman’s Rest

January 15, 2012 - 29 Responses


Evergreen Cemetery 1887 – Boyle Heights

In Los Angeles, the circus never leaves town. They can’t; they’re six feet under. Evergreen Cemetery is the final resting place for members of the Pacific Coast Showmen’s Assn. An association started in Chicago by Buffalo Bill Cody back in 1913. It appears that carnies, like snowbirds, need a place to sit out the winter. And because the show must go on, members meet yearly during the winter interim, to recognize those that have passed during business hours.

Here at Showman’s rest, you can step upon greatness. Emily Bailey, a 300-pound “fat lady,” who lost her place in the spotlight, after having dropped the bulk; lived to be 99. Or Hugo Zacchini, the first human cannonball. The common freak show of yesteryear’s glory days, has been replaced by “spectaculars.” Those brightly lit beacons emanating from church parking lots across the “urbs.” The zipper, the tilt-a-wheel; an offramp short of a freeway.

To paraphrase Charles Manson “it used to be that if you were crazy , you were different, you were special, now everybody’s crazy.” Maybe he’s right. What it means to be different was questioned in Katherine Dunn’s 1989 landmark novel Geek Love, based on an albino dwarf’s experience of carnie life in her families traveling freak show. An influence that took root in the visual arts as well. Where more and more artist’s explore the validity of what it means to be judged grotesque.

The 400 graves that constitute Showman’s Rest are near First and Evergreen, next to a flagpole, north of the crematorium and reclaimed potter’s field. A “field” where mostly Chinese men were once buried. Evergreen was already a segregated cemetery, but due to anti Chinese immigrant legislation, the law denied these men their name, even in death – and they charged 10 bucks for the favor. The crematorium is the only part of the cemetery owned by LA county. It’s purchase, for the sole purpose of cremating it’s indigent dead. The MTA’s recent expansion of First street, to accommodate the Goldline, uncovered the remains of 174 men. DNA analysis revealed the majority to be Chinese. A shrine to those forgotten souls was recently dedicated – and their remains, ironically, reentered at Evergreen. 

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Talisman -Totem-Charm-Amulet

January 9, 2012 - 22 Responses

An English philosopher was visiting India, and was introduced to a holy man. The philosopher asked the Holy Man the nature of the world, and the old man replied, “Oh the world is a great big ball that sits on the great flat back of the Great World Turtle.”

The Englishman asked “What does the turtle stand on?”

The seer replied “Why on the back of an even larger turtle of course!”

Then the Englishman asked “and what does THIS turtle stand on?”

The old man shook his head and smiled sweetly – “it’s no use my son, it’s turtles all the way down”

or…..

Trickery of the Trade

January 3, 2012 - 26 Responses

Before this editor went to graduate school, she accomplished two things. She signed a lease on a downtown studio and entered the real world totally unprepared. Humiliation was a frequent guest, as the editor tried pathetically to hold court against a backdrop of French Theorist -Cal Arts/UCLA/Art Center/Claremont- graduates, and “Baldesari is God” worshippers. They could recite Foucault like Ramona can recite bible verses (which she doesn’t do well – but often).

The editor knew how to draw and paint naked people from old guys who had learned it on the GI bill. Which taught this editor how to please said “old guys” AND be a lazy painter. She had mastered the art of how to respond with stick and mud. Now she needed to catch up with the big kids. So she headed to the nearest Freeway off-ramp university and got herself an advanced degree. The editor learned to recite feminist doctrine, Witgenstein, the french guys, etc. And they taught her how to sell herself. The Editor attended openings, volunteered and sent out packages. One Canadian gallery never said a word about the Editors art; but complemented her on the professionalism of her artist’ statement. She never did get her slides back.

btw: Don’t skip the video, you’ll miss the point. It’s brilliant. Baldessari would approve

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