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Act Now to Double Arts Funding

Don’t just wish Oregon arts a happy new year; fill our cultural coffers before the 31st, to ensure it!

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Give to the arts, but wish you could give more? This year, join other shrewd patrons in making use of a tax credit to double your contribution.

Here’s the deal: First, make a donation to any of the 1,300 arts, heritage and humanities nonprofits supported by the Oregon Cultural Trust. Then, make a matching gift to the Trust. When you do your 2010 Oregon taxes, you’ll be able to claim a tax credit, reducing what you owe the State of Oregon, for the full amount of your gift to the Trust, effectively doubling your support of libraries and writing programs, historical societies and heritage festivals, visual and performing arts centers, theater and dance companies… at no additional cost.

“The more donations the Trust receives by December 31, the greater our grants will be for 2011-2012,” says spokeswoman Cynthia Kirk. “This year, we were able to distribute $1.47 million in grants benefiting 57 cultural nonprofits, 40 county and tribal coalitions and five statewide cultural partners.”

Oregon is the only state in the nation that allows its citizens to designate part of their state taxes to cultural funding. You’re free to exercise that right up until 11:59 PM on F/December 31 – New Year’s Eve – if you donate online at www.culturaltrust.org.

Donations can also be taken:

by phone 503-986-0088 (8 AM – 5 PM, including New Year’s Eve)

or by mail 775 Summer St, NE, Ste 200-M
Salem, OR 97301 (must be postmarked Dec 31, or earlier)

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Review: The Little Prince

Shaking The Tree presents The Little Prince, a delicate allegory that’s never been just for kids.

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Annabel Cantor charms as the iconic interstellar wanderer in The Little Prince.

The popular 1942 illustrated French book The Little Prince must be familiar to many Portlanders—heck, it must have inspired a dozen local tattoos. But though much beloved, it’s not a narrative that seeks to satisfy. Instead, it’s the kind of tale that strikes a tuning fork in the hollows of the heart, letting its echoes explore the empty space. Ah, l’ennui. The most prized French export beside champagne.

Philosophy

From the Little Prince, we learn:

The king’s perspective is pointless; he deludes himself about his dominion. The businessman’s perspective is pointless; he numbers among his assets things that he can neither use, nor caretake. The workman has become an unquestioning slave to ever-hastening external demands, and can never rest.

The main item of good news is that these are all “grown up” problems, and becoming a grownup, the text asserts, is preventable. One needs to carefully maintain a child’s mind, to see beyond the BS. “What is essential,” we’re told, “is invisible to the eye.”

To oversimplify this content for children’s theater, is probably a big temptation—but would also ultimately be a shame. Thank goodness Shaking The Tree has made the effort to get it right.

Cast

As the Little Prince, Annabel Cantor strikes several nice balances. Her stage presence is completely gender-neutral, and her body language easily slips between playful and proud, as befits a little prince. Her excellent delivery of the material itself, and her undeniable cuteness in a curly wig, prove she’s primed for her next role as Annie at Northwest Children’s Theater. Unable to be fazed, she even corrected a dialogue slip-up by costar Erich England on Sunday, without missing a beat.

As the Aviator, England serves as narrator, and worldly straight-man to the Little Prince’s otherworldly mystique. But you don’t get the sense (as you might from the script alone) that he’s fighting very hard to be a rational adult, “concerned with matters of importance.” While trying to decide whether the word “amateur” would ring too harsh for England, I scoped his bio. Looks like this is his second production, and his main avocation is rock climbing—so, “amateur” is apt. He coasts through the role in a dreamlike languor, but he’s a believable dreamer, and brings warmth and sensitivity to the role.

Phillip Cuomo, in contrast, is a veteran, (Artists Rep, Third Rail Rep, Imago and more) and the production heaps demands upon him accordingly. Cuomo plays all the characters the prince meets on his interstellar journey, and then resurfaces as the fox the prince tames on earth. While the former four roles seem like they could be making a philosophical point (“all grownups are the same”), seeing him emerge yet again as a fox strains the suspension of even a small child’s disbelief. Fortunately, he effects each role with a different voice and with a slightly clownish, child-favoring flair, giving little ones something to enjoy, whether or not they’re catching the philosophical point.

Megan Sky Hale (Imago/Theater Vertigo alum) plays two roles, rose and snake, with grace, but she brings the most convincing carriage to the latter. She wears menacing and hypnotic, better than coquettish. (And from this reviewer, that is a compliment.)

Tech

This play comes with major staging challenges, most notably: how do you show space travel? The single stationary set with varied lighting actually does a pretty admirable job of showing both a planetary, and a terrestrial desert landscape. And costumes which ingeniously come with their own “planets” attached, help sell the story.

Costumer Rachelle Waldie (of AEQUANIMITAS) wisely chose to bring Exupery’s illustrations to life, outfitting the Little Prince in bright colors and crisp dandy details like brass buttons, broad collars, and fitted darts. Fans of the drawings will be delighted by the faithful reproduction. Other characters are dressed suitably for their various roles; some looks are cartoonish, and others workaday. An additional bugaboo, talking flowers and plants, has been deftly dispatched with unique designs, such as the snake costume, which frees the actress’s arms to serve as graceful, slithering snake-puppets, even as her whole body is also attired as a hooded cobra.

Shaking The Tree doesn’t mind trusting tikes with big tasks, as evidenced by the production’s lighting tech, eleven-year-old Jasper Jenkins. As far as Culturephile could tell, he was riding the sliders for the whole show, and he delivered the best kind of lighting performance: the kind you can take for granted.

In a couple spots, Culturephile wished for more. A pair of ears, or a snout, or both, would’ve been a welcome addition to the fox character, to disguise a face we’d seen already. Some sort of lines on the page of the aviator’s sketchpad, would have sold the illusion better than total blanks. And while quieter sound is generally preferred for an all-ages crowd, a tad more volume for ostensibly noisy elements (like the airplane) and some sort of whooshing sound effect for the Prince’s simulated space flight, would have sounded more convincing.

Lasting Impressions

This story wins the day because it makes the heaviest and most complex emotions feel playful and accessible. It says profound and humbling things about the nature of intimacy (“If you tame me, we shall need each other” [said the fox] “To me, you will be unique in all the world…. First you must sit down at a little distance from me…but you will sit a little closer to me every day.”) It echoes ancient beliefs about death and afterlife (“I cannot carry this body with me…it will be like an old abandoned shell…there’s nothing sad about old shells.”) And, in a surprise twist that jerks the most parental tears, it offers a stunning insight: the little prince has tamed the big aviator, and not the other way ’round.

For a more comprehensive list of upcoming events, visit the Arts & Entertainment Calendar anytime!

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Shine A Light

Portland Art Museum

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Tonight PAM shines a light on Wampire, and assorted other pop attractions.
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It’s been a big month for Social Practice Art, aka the “no more snootiness, let’s get everybody onboard” strategy of arts curation. First there was The People’s Biennial at TBA, (which closes this weekend), then there was last week’s FlashMob performance of Marian The Librarian at the Central Library, and tonight, PAM gets in on the action, hosting Shine A Light, an evening of accessible adventure, within its vaunted halls.

Says Wampire frontman (and natural cheerleader) Rocky Tinder, “There’s so much rad stuff going on at this show! I’ve never been to one of these yet but people have been telling me it’s super rad! Weird happenings throughout the whole museum. Food and beer too. Not bad, Portland Art Museum.”

Here’s a condensed list of events and times:

DJ Sexy Cousin 6-8:00

Music From The Milieu 6:30, 7:30, 8:30, 9:30, 10:30

B-Boy Is For Break Dance 7:00

A Teaching Collection 7:45-8:15, 9-9:30

Two Boys, Wrestling 8:00, 9:30

Performance By Wampire 8:15

Guidance Counselor 9:45

Sallie Ford & The Sound Outside 11:00pm

Other attractions, including food and beverage provision, will occur throughout. For a more comprehensive list of upcoming events, visit the Arts & Entertainment Calendar anytime!

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Gallery 903 hosts
Alexandra Becker-Black

These nuanced nudes are getting the gallery treatment Culturephile told you they deserved.

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“I told you so.” It’s an obnoxious statement, but occasionally so true.

Case in point:

Last week, Gallery 903 threw a moderately posh First Thursday opening, accompanied by a live flamenco guitarist and a gracious gallery hostess with a hint of a French accent.

I went. And while browsing Allen Stephenson’s golden pastoral landscapes, and admiring Jeff White’s vibrant firey cloudscapes—I was stopped in my tracks by Alexandra Becker-Black’s subtly masterful watercolor nudes. Where had I seen these before?

A quick search of this site * yielded the following post from a July edition of Weekend Picks:

There doesn’t have to be good art on the walls, for me to enjoy my coffee. Coffee shops know this, and so often when they see me coming, they whisk all the good art off the walls and tack up something unremarkable. However: yesterday as I happened into Backspace, I noticed several starkly beautiful pieces by Alexandra Becker-Black. Large expanses of white space and delicate splashes of monochromatic watercolor combined for surprisingly fresh depictions of the most classic subject: the female nude. Part of a show that will disappear at the close of July, these works seem worth visiting—even if you aren’t looking for a latte.

At the time of that post, Ms. Becker Black’s works were displayed—well, rather nakedly. They were hung on the wall poster-style, cringingly close to errant sprays of coffee spatter. Now that these delicate nudes are getting the star treatment they deserve, all the more reason to go see them. Why? Because I told you so.

*Portland Monthly’s site recently got far more searchable—give it a try!


Gallery 903 is open weekdays and Saturday, 10-5:30, Sunday, 12-5. For a more comprehensive list of upcoming events, visit the Arts & Entertainment Calendar anytime!

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TBA 2010: Five Questions
with Ronnie Bass

It’s not too late to catch The Astronomer.

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Ronnie Bass gazes trepidatiously through his telescope. Will you come to the closing week of TBA?

Almost a month ago, Rufus Wainwright strode onto the Schnitz stage, kicking off the TBA in a candy-striped velvet coat he’d borrowed from Gus Van Sant. Two weeks later, Blackfish let strains of slide guitar lapse into the Imago silence, to close the festival’s final live performance. But if you thought TBA 2010 was over —au contraire.

Several gallery exhibits at The Works have been open ever since, and will remain through next Sunday, October 17. This means there’s still time to take in The People’s Biennial, and maybe even get answers for the questions it raises in Kristan Kennedy’s special Sunday presentation and walk-through with Harrell Fletcher, David Rosenak and other contributors. You can still behold the bold sapphic futurism of Yemenwed, stroll through Storm Tharp’s High House —or enclose yourself, as I did twice, in the quiet dark confines of Ronnie Bass’s inner-space odysseys The Astronomer and 2012.

As minimal music tensely ticks along at less than one beat per second, Bass holds a conversation with a blanketed form, drills holes in moon-rock, and stargazes at the vast universe from a closet-sized room with a cot in the corner. After enjoying these video visions and his live performance at Drum Machine, I bumped into Bass by The Works’ beer-garden honeybucket. “It’s kind of peaceful in there,” he observed. “I don’t think anyone’s used it.”

Your songs contain a dialogue between a hesitant voice and a reassuring one—but both voices are your own. Do you think of these as a father and son? Or as one person, parenting an inner child? Any general thoughts on parenting or self-parenting?

I think of the dialogues as being between people, or the ones that I have created. It may be father and son, astronomer and nervous friend or any other variation. The dynamic is always similar: one person has a special knowledge and is ­consoling someone in need of guidance.

I’m currently working on a project with Tommy Hartung. We’ve been talking about using a disembodied voice via a shortwave radio. One issue that we’ve had is in how to keep the read of the voice as predominantly human without limiting other possibilities.

I didn’t originally think of the dialogue as as a self-parenting situation, but that read makes sense because of how minimally my characters are developed and how one-tracked/minded they may seem. They are almost the simplified representations of internal phases, but that’s also similar to the way that I make my stories, my sets and my scores. I always prefer the essential idea of something over its complex form.

The numbers you cite in your work, fall somewhere around your age—late 20’s to early 40’s. At one point you say, “I’m almost 35 now,” and at another you say, “The moon now hangs at 42. If we leave now, we might break through.” I’m reminded of Pink Floyd’s “No one told you when to run; you’ve missed the starting gun.” Am I right in guessing that your work depicts progress in relation to age?

I have never thought of it in relation to my work, but there absolutely is a thematic connection. You often hear a similar theme in hip-hop, and in social utopian philosophy, especially in that of Charles Fourier. As different as these forms may be, they all discuss a very similar thing: an escape from our current existence of oppression into a new world. Within hip-hop, it’s a world of lawlessness and extravagance. Fourier sees a refined way of labor and life. Waters and Gilmour don’t really depict a result, only the idea of leaving.

I did try to keep the numbers near the 30s to imply planetary alignment; a sign for the right time to act, but it is a coincidence that it corresponded to my age or ages. Beyond my age of 35, which will happen in the year 2012, the rest of the numbers were chosen because they rhymed with the words that I was using: 29 with time, 42 with through…
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It seems like the title Leaving The Shed could indicate agoraphobia, shyness, alienation, and/or creative Insecurity. Do you personally struggle with any or all of these?

I have been accused of agoraphobia because I like to work in small spaces. For me, a small space holds the most potential for work and privacy. I think of the time that I’m making art as a hiding-out or as a retreat. My characters have a similar cocooning phase before their great idea or action. Also, within film, a small space (for me) alludes to the optimistic potential of a vast external space elsewhere.

I do have issues with alienation and creative insecurity. It’s part of being an artist.

Do you think you would enjoy actual space travel? Are you fascinated with the real thing, or just the metaphor?

I would not at all want to space travel. I have to make artwork. I am interested in science and technological advancements and space travel fits into that. In The Astronomer, I never thought of their destination as outer space, it is only that a cosmological sign prompted their journey. For me, their destination was an area that they could carve out within a space that has already been scripted with its own order. The optimistic aspect is that they would be able to live independently from, and simultaneously within, this scripted order.

Do you think the world is going to end in 2012?

Two big events are supposed to happen around that time: a giant solar flare and the flipping of the Earth’s magnetic poles. Scientists say that it could be devastating; but my answer is no, I do not think that the world is going to end. The sense of foreboding in my work is coming from my own observations of our current economic and social conditions. Within this nation, I predict a future of class division that will be several times more severe than what is currently occurring. It’s the nature of late capitalism emmeshed with corporatism. I’m not here to fight it or to change it. As an artist, I can only present it and propose questions. Any answers are fantastic renditions.

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Artcrank Bike Posters

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Posters + Bikes. Could it get any more “Portland?”

A coordinated effort between Seizure Palace, popular poster artists, BikePortland.org and Oregon Manifest, the opening will feature libations from Deschutes Brewery, and donations to charitable org Bikes To Rwanda.

The following artists’ work will be on-view. Note posterer-to-the-stars Mike King, and Portland Monthly’s own Jason Blackheart!

Aaron James • Ada Mayer • Ben Parsons • Berto Legendary H • Bettina McEntyre • BikePortland.org/Lukas Ketner • Craft Svcs. Design Co. • Casey Collett-Paule • Dan Kinto • Dana Mackenzie • David Gabel • Erik Johnson • Faith Brown • Fred DiMeglio • Haley Ann Robinson • Jamie Patrick Paul • Jason Blackheart • Jason Miranda • Jenn Levo • Jennifer Parks • Jimmy Cavalieri • Joanne Slorach • Jolby • Lynn Yarne • Martha Koenig • Mary Kate McDevitt • Michael Hyp • Michael Verhey • Mike King • Natalie Schaefer • Oregon Manifest • Thomas Bradley • Tiago DeJerk • Tom O’Toole

Click the red event title above, for more info. Or, for a more comprehensive list of upcoming events, visit the Arts & Entertainment Calendar anytime!

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PDX Contemporary Art

Jacques Flechemuller—Beyond The Fence

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Left: My Brother from Ithaca ; Right: Rain

Observe these two pieces. And then note their titles. While the images themselves are expertly rendered, the titles put them in a whole new context. One gets the sense that artist Jacques Flechemuller, despite classical training at Ecole des Beaux Arts de Paris, refuses to take his work too seriously. The chimp is his brother. The dog is falling from the sky like rain. The lighthearted absurdity of these claims, paints a clear picture of an artist amusing himself by poking fun at the world, as well as his own mastercraft.

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TBA 2010: The People’s Biennial

Ten Questions inspired by the most questionable exhibit in The Works.

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As you may or may not know, TBA isn’t quite over. For the first half of October, the gallery installations at Washington High School (aka The Works) will remain open for viewing.

The biggest single attraction is actually an extremely diverse gallery show called The People’s Biennial, featuring works from Pennsylvania, North Carolina, South Dakota, Arizona—and the quaint and quirky state of Oregon. A multimedia hodgepodge featuring everything from children’s drawings to hoarders’ collections to “outsider” works to documentary film footage about bees, not everybody knows what to make of the collection, but everybody wants to talk about it. It’s a showcase so varied that it seems—for lack of a subtler term—random, and curators Harrell Fletcher and Jens Hoffmann seem to have crafted a mission statement that simultaneously dismisses the arts establishment, and exalts the unknown, perhaps on merit of that status alone.

“There’s good crazy and there’s bad crazy,” says a hotdog vendor whose favorite TBA vis-artist is Storm Tharp. “Some of the ‘outsider’ stuff, if it’s just unusual, but it’s not really inspiring or interesting…then I don’t see why they picked it. Just because someone is emotionally disturbed, doesn’t make them an artist.”

“[My grandson] draws just like that,” said another visitor to one of the displays. “We should get his work in a gallery.”

Indeed, in an exhibit that strives for inclusion, one wonders what the criteria for EXclusion must be. That’s the first of many questions that the Biennial raised over here at Culturephile. We thought we might as well share our musings with you, The People:

1. In such an inclusive exhibit, what pieces were EXcluded, and on what grounds?

2. Does this exhibit contend that “art is everywhere?”

3. Pantheists have been reported to say, “God is in everything—so why go to a church?” By the same logic: If art is everywhere, why go to a gallery?

4. If someone has acquired a well-preserved collection of artifacts, does that person become that collection’s “artist?” Or, to put it another way, where does “found art” end and “collection” begin?

5. There is undoubtedly an an art to educational filmmaking. But there is also an art to baking a pie. Fixing a car engine. Cutting hair. Should everything that can be done artfully, be displayed as “art?”
If so, is there enough gallery space and curatorial initiative in the world to sustain all the world’s “art?” And if not, where do we draw the line between vocation and inspiration?

6. Haven’t modern gallery-goers ever seen things like historical artifacts, amateur paintings, hoarders’ collections, or ethnic subject matter?
If not, do they lack families and friends, neighborhoods and yard sales, where they would naturally encounter such things? And what does that say about the segregation of society?

7. Will everyone who makes Lego spaceships, be thrilled that a gallery features a Lego exhibit, or be miffed that their work hasn’t been “discovered?” Or to put it another way, where does hobby-crafting end, and art begin?

8. Should every kid be proud that kids’ artwork is represented, or should every parent feel insulted that the display in the gallery so closely resembles the display on their home fridge—but offers no forum to their kids? Aren’t all kids special?

9. How did the masterful, precise black-and-white paintings get in this mix? Aren’t they too classically artistic?

10. Is the Biennial’s ultimate intention to set an example to galleries to host more off-the-wall work, or is the point to get arts appreciators to look outside the proverbial box more often?

Please feel free to supply your own answers, or add more questions to the pile. Or, if you have yet to visit the exhibit, get over there. There’s a lot to see.

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Modern & Contemporary Prints

Augen Gallery

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This print displays the classic Warhol school: simple motif, slight variation, and repetition.

Did TBA just whet your palate for more diversity and modernity? Well, you’re in luck: for one more week Augen Gallery hosts a group show with prints from more than 20 artists—including some names you may have heard of, like Roy Lichtenstein, Andy Warhol, and Pablo Picasso. (You know, some of the guys who boldly pioneered this aesthetic frontier.)

Culturephile Weekend Picks are published most Fridays at noon. For a more comprehensive list of upcoming events, visit the Arts & Entertainment Calendar anytime!

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TBA 2010: Jessica Jackson Hutchins and Storm Tharp

Children of the Sunshine and High House

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You could say that all art is time-based. And attention-based. That’s all you ever need to really see something. Simple, but often difficult.

Yesterday afternoon I got a little bit of a breather from TBA’s performance schedule, so I walked across the Hawthorne Bridge and made my way to Washington High School, where I spent some time with installations by Jessica Jackson Hutchins (Children of the Sunshine) and Storm Tharp (High House). Their rooms are side by side on the second floor, and share a certain energy, with their mix of everyday and art objects and their emphasis on the domestic and the private.

But Children of the Sunshine, a sparer, darker (literally) space, resonates a sadness and earthy nostalgia in its (ceramic, video and print) ruminations on a battered old piano, a homely repository for the imagination, and the past. I recognized something in there, and didn’t want to stay too long in that empty classroom, on a late-late summer afternoon, with thoughts of loss already all-too-present.

“When work has a critical distance it’s safer .. it’s a lot easier to write about,” Hutchins said today, at a noontime chat with Tharp. “It doesn’t interest me, it’s too explainable .. it avoids an ineluctable mystery about the self.”

High House, true to its name, feels like a room set high atop the hills. Tharp has filled (but not overcrowded) the pristine white space with meticulously placed collections of paint jars (with names like “Chinese red”), succulent plants, books on Alaska and David Hockney’s drawings, delicate furniture and handwritten notes. His paintings and drawings adorn the walls. It’s easy to be fully present in a high house; you feel something good will happen if you wait for it. And then you realize the good thing is already happening.

“I’m fascinated by the idea of anything becoming what it wants to become,” Tharp said, describing “the way ink bleeds in water and goes in a wild rush from black to clear.”

It wasn’t until the room was assembled, he said, that he realized what it was about: gratitude.

For more information on TBA events, visit PICA. A more comprehensive list of upcoming events can be found at our Arts & Entertainment Calendar.

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TBA 2010: Digging Their Own Graves

Dutes Miller and Stan Shellabarger answer five questions about their groundbreaking performance art piece.

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Miller & Shellabarger resign themselves to each other’s mortality in Graves. Photo courtesy of PICA.

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The (reluctantly political) pair made a cameo in Maine marriage-equality exhibit Mind Bending With The Mundane.

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Miller & Shellabarger patiently crochet their pink tube.

Of course today would have to be sunny. After a week of overcast weather, the sun sprang out just in time to enliven your weekend—and make a grave digger’s job harder. Dutes Miller and Stan Shellabarger—whose performance-art piece requires them to dig their own graves and then lie in them—have broken a serious sweat as they wedge their way into the dirt on the perimeter of The Works. “We didn’t realize the soil would be this compacted,” comments Miller. “It’s all rock and clay.” But he and his partner are taking it in stride. They’re very patient men.

Both wear long beards, white tee-shirts, and blue jeans. Both wield standard shovels. At high noon, each has excavated about a foot’s depth, and stands chipping away at a rectangular hole. At first, I didn’t know a) if they were the artists, or if the artists had hired some help, and b) if they’d want to talk. But it’s seeming okay. And since “Shellanbarger” is a hell of a handle, Culturephile will henceforth refer to these guys by first name. Meet Dutes and Stan.

I know I can read my program…but I’d like to just ask, what’s this work about? Is it a meditation on mortality? Or does it have something to do with the figure of speech, “you’re digging your own grave?”

The two seem surprised. “We haven’t been asked that question before,” says Stan. “What do you mean?” asks Dutes, leading me to flounder for an explanation. “Well, digging your own grave, typically meaning error, right? Like doing the wrong thing, then doing more wrong things—expending more effort to worsen your results. Or futility.”

“Hm,” they both respond. “No, it’s not really about that,” says Stan. “I guess no one’s asked that because we’ve only done this piece in Switzerland, so maybe there was enough of a language barrier, that they weren’t thinking about the English figure of speech. Maybe more people will ask that here. But—no. It’s really about me and him and our partnership. I was really inspired by two books by Jacques Derrida: The Gift of Death, and The Work of Mourning. In them, he talks about the responsibility and the rules of friendship, how as soon as you meet a new friend, there’s an understanding between you that one of you is going to die first. And it’s at that point, that you begin the mourning.”

I understand you two are romantic partners as well as art partners. Has doing this piece, and contemplating your and your partner’s mortality, changed your relationship?

Both respond in the affirmative. One says “Definitely,” and one says “Certainly.”
“Well, when we get about five feet down, we’re going to dig a small tunnel just here, and then as we each lie in our graves we’ll reach through and hold hands,” says Dutes. “While it’s a very sweet idea that we could hold hands in the grave, underground, of course it’s an impossibility.”

“Yes, it’s changed our relationship and how we think about each other,” says Stan, “but we’ve also been working together for a long time. Many of our pieces are autobiographical; still, we hope there’s enough there that an audience can connect to their own experience. We were part of an exhibit in Maine called Mindbending With The Mundane , about marriage equality, where we had images of ourselves with our beards tied together. And there’s one piece we do called Pink Tube, in which we’ve crocheted a pink tube of yarn, and when we exhibit the piece, we crochet on opposite ends of the tube. We only work on it in public—we don’t sit around at home crocheting it—but it’s now about 60 feet long. Of course the longer it gets—the longer we work together on it—the further apart we can get from one another. Sometimes when we exhibit it, we’re placed in different rooms. There’s generally a bittersweet aspect to our work.”

So several of your pieces have a long duration then. How do you handle that—do you go into a sort of meditative state? Do you get impatient, or fatigued?

Both laugh a little. “All sorts of things happen,” says Stan. “Sometimes it can get meditative, but then when people engage and ask questions, then it’s not meditative at that point. And of course there is fatigue. With the Pink Tube piece, we pretty much made a pact that we’ll work on it until one of us physically can’t anymore, due to—well, arthritis, or—”

“loss of limb,” Dutes interjects, laughing. “You know, not nice things to think about, but possible.”

“Sure. And when one of us dies, the other one will unravel the tube,” Stan finishes.

Along with the repetitive nature of the work, there must be a lot of repeat questions. What do you guys get asked all the time?

“‘What are you doing?’ is the biggest one,” says Dutes. “And then sometimes they’ll think they’re being a smartass and say, ‘Digging a grave?’ and when we say ‘yes,’ they have nothing else to say. Some people will tell us their own stories, too. Like with Pink Tube, people will tell us about their grandmother who crochets, or with this, people will tell us their own stories about death and graves. We welcome engagement with the public. There’s not the idea that it’s theatrical. There is no ‘fourth wall.’ Our work is concept-driven. We’re not presenting a story, per se, so there’s no feeling that the audience is disrupting anything.”

You mentioned marriage equality. Could the struggle represented in your work, along with the intimacy—be read as a statement on the struggle for marriage equality?

“We always feel unfortunate that our work is political. It’s just because we’re two men, that it’s political,” says Stan.
I say, “Sorry, I won’t frame it that way.”
“No,” says Dutes, “It doesn’t matter; because people will frame it that way. As soon as people read that it’s two men doing this, it becomes symbolic of something political as well.”
“Maybe not so much here in Portland,” I offer.
“Maybe not,” says Dutes. “That’d be great. This town does seem to have a lot of unisex bathrooms; that’s always a good sign.”

I thank Stan and Dutes for their time, and tell them I might be back later to snap a picture. “That’s fine,” they say. “We’ll be here all day.”

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TBA 2010: John Smith

The Girl Chewing Gum

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Yes, all of you cross in different directions at the same time, obliquely avoiding each other. PERfect.

In this piece, you see black and white footage of a busy street. Cars and people pass at random, act at random, deftly sidestep near-collisions, and execute unconscious maneuvers. Meanwhile, a slightly dictatorial voice-over describes the action, while obviously pretending to instruct it.

“Right now, I want the girl with the bag on her arm to walk to the right. Now I want the man rubbing his eye—good.”
“The girl chewing gum walks across from the left.”
“The lorry, followed by the motorbike—good.”

The viewer is not intended to believe that the narrator is actually calling the shots. The complexity of the scene betrays its randomness, and the narration is then rendered absurd. So, the first effect is humor.

But as this conceit lingers on the philosophical palate, a few more nuances emerge:

1) We don’t pay attention to what we’re doing. The feckless actions of the people in John Smith’s scene, are magnified by the narration. People who engage in purposeless gestures (and there are several), are subtly chided for their absence of mind. As you watch people seemingly coast on auto-pilot through their habitual maneuvers, you wonder what unnecessary maneuvers are in your own behavioral repertoire.

2) Wow. On our daily navigations of public spaces, there is such a sensory wealth. So many small things are happening all the time! Some are fun to speculate about (the narrator implies that one of the men in line at a bank has a gun in his pocket and may rob the place), some are sexy (a woman just visible in a faraway window) and some are just good for a laugh (a schoolboy waving his arms around above his head). Girl Chewing Gum shows that if you pay attention, every city block brims with information, stimulation, and entertainment.

3) Well into the piece, when the narration stops, you realize that a car alarm is sounding. How did you block out that annoyance before? However you did it, it speaks to an epidemic of polite societal denial. If everybody pretends they don’t hear the alarm bells, does that mean they’re not ringing?

“The unexamined life is not worth living,” said Socrates. And in his cheeky way, John Smith might be saying a similar thing.

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