Sunday, June 29, 2008

#2 - Handcuffs and first seriously broken rule

To find handcuffs, I went to the History Museum downtown, which has absorbed the Houdini Museum (he lived in Appleton for a few years as a child) and has an extensive exhibit upstairs. I knew there would be handcuffs there, in fact I remembered looking at a display that showed how he tapped the screws of the connectors between the cuffs and used that to release them during his escape acts.

But before I even got to the front desk to pay the entrance fee, I was confronted with a large, prominent sign that said something along the lines of "No photography of any kind anywhere in the whole building. Please check all cameras at the front desk."

Okay. I didn't check my cameras, either the still one or the video one, but I decided the least conspicuous thing would be to use my phone. I could always pretend I was sending a text or something.

Naturally, since it was a rainy afternoon (including some strong thunderstorms and
even marble-sized hail), every parent in town had brought every child in town to see the Houdini exhibit, so it was tricky to maneuver into a spot where no one was looking. Why wasn't the object a 1960's Barbie Dream Home, a Slinky, or Catholic vestments, all of which were in the 60's exhibit downstairs which was completely deserted and quiet? Also, I wasn't sure the commands to take a photo on my phone so had to duck into a small room that showed the wrist straps with metal holders that Houdini used to levitate tables in fake spiritualist seances, and turn off the keypad beeps, and get the menu all cued up to take a photo with one click, so I could do it quickly and surreptitiously when the opportunity arose. I finally slunk into a corner and got one shot when the Mom and kids beside me were distracted, then repaired downstairs. But when I went to the Ladies Room to check my work, the photo was all black. I knew I had to try again.

First I lurked around the gift shop, which was completely empty and hidden from the kid who was manning the front desk, and got this shot of a book about handcuffs, which I thought would do in a pinch.



Then I headed back upstairs and tried again. There was a perfect, secluded spot with lots of handcuffs and no kids, but a guy who looked even more suspicious than me was lurking there, and when I passed back around after about five minutes I heard lots of jingling and saw that he had locked himself in a pair of the handcuffs and was trying to escape from them, with lots of apparent struggling and little success. So I walked on, to a big display in the front room. The father and son who had spend ages in front of it finally moved on and I had my chance. Raised my camera but somehow was only getting images that were all black, or flashes of white light. Was there not enough light in the room? But why had the bookshop book photo turned out so well? Then realized that, doh, I had my hand over the camera lens. While I was doing this I was attending to the camera and not my surroundings and could very easily have been found out. But once I was getting an image on the screen I quickly pointed, quickly clicked, quickly went back down the stairs.



Taking these photos was so prohibited that if the History Museum ever finds this blog, I will be banned for life for sure. First real rule broken in pursuit of the hunt.

#13 - Obsidian - a clue and one step closer

The woman from the Art Center who took us on the Dallas Anderson tour reviewed the Hunt list and gave me some suggestions, including asking about obsidian at Avenue Jewellers on College Ave. in town. Since I was passing by anyway on Sunday afternoon, I popped in and asked a woman who was working behind one of the counters if they carried any. She wasn't familiar with it but had a gem handbook, so we looked it up and found it's more of a stone than a precious gem. I asked if I could have a photo of the page in the book, she said, "Oh, sure!", but instead of letting me take a photograph of it she went to a photocopy machine and copied the page for me.

Here it is. Thanks, L., from Avenue Jewellers.



The bead shop down the street didn't have any, but knew what it was. There's another bead shop a bit further on, past the train tracks, so I'll check there next.

#6 - Signature of Dallas Anderson

Dallas Anderson is a local sculptor. He is best known for the large public sculptures "Playing in the Rain" in Riverside Park, Neenah and "Ring Dance" in City Park, Appleton. The Appleton Art Center currently has a show on which is a retrospective of his work, and in association with that show they offered a tour of his studio, which I attended yesterday.

About 12 of us attended, 5 who work with the Art Center and the rest interested patrons. We drove from the Art Center to Dallas Anderson's house. His studio is a large structure in the back, a big open space with tall windows and a peaked roof like a barn, and then an office in the front. He greeted us personally. He's 77 years old and due to some recent health problems walks with a cane, and is very deliberate in his speech, but he's still very smart and thoughtful, and has a lovely dry sense of humor.

He started by telling us his overall aim in art, which seemed an odd way to start but the themes carried through in everything his said so they really are the foundational principals of his life's work - he said that his work is to capture a certain truth, a human truth about the things he chooses as his subjects. And that sometimes when working against a deadline, one can fall short of fully attaining that truth, which can feel shameful, it's better that time is not of the essence.

After this introduction he invited us into his office, which he described as a mess but to me it looked like nirvana - a desk facing a window, a set of bookshelves held up by stands that looked like carved teak ladders (very 1950's, something I can imagine my Dad having in his early life), a big wooden table covered with photographs - some of models, some of finished works, some that were clearly just inspiring shapes and images. We spent quite a bit of time in this room, where he spoke deliberately and precisely to describe his entire career, tracing from the time when he was 2 or 3 years old and watched a WPA worker sculpting little animal shapes - a giraffe, an elephant - out of clay. He spent more than 18 years as a teacher, which might be why the explanations were so precise - he could explain in a single sentence the impact a certain event had on his development, or the idea he was trying to achieve in a certain work, or the aspect of the story that was most amusing.

He spoke in such a relaxed, reflective way that one might have thought he was putting rambling thoughts together, but in fact it was a careful and complete autobiography. He explained all the major periods of work that are represented in the show. The earliest work there is a wood carving that he completed in his final year as an art major at St Olaf College in Minnesota. He said, "A teacher will set a certain challenge, which one responds to; that was to be a work with two holes." And he looked up at us and smiled, because his work is so much more than just a work with two holes. It's an abstract piece but represents a human figure reading skyward, in shapes that almost look like flames. It's called Human Ascent, and he said his idea was the human ambition to go beyond and rise above.

He also talked about his period as staff sculptor for the Rev. Robert Schuller (who I saw advertised in the paper just this morning for a motivational speaker tour - I guess he's moved away from the religious broadcasts). Schuller wrote a book called "Tough Times Never Last, But Tough People Do", and for that, Dallas did a monumental sculpture out of marble depicting Job, who is the ultimate representation of that theme out of the Bible. He talked about size - in this work if Job were to stand he would be nine feet tall (I think he said nine). He said the size amplifies the figure in the surrounding environment, just as rock musicians amplify their voices to fill the space at a concert. He said this is important in a park area - the kids in Ring Dance are life sized plus 20%.

He also talked about how classical human figures are idealized, and you can see this in many of his works, especially those with Bible themes - the figures are stronger, taller, more beautiful, more ascending I guess you could say, than ordinary people. And in his public works especially where he depicts children, they are completely innocent, completely beautiful, with calm smiles on their faces. Most of his girl models came from the local ballerina school, so they are lithe and graceful with dancerly poses. My first impression of these sculptures was that they were a bit twee, a bit too nice. But in the Art Center show there are also some very powerful pieces depicting human struggle - one just called "Struggle" with a mass of human figures striving to hold up a granite block above them; one called "Adam and Eve" with the figures on opposite sides of a while marble block, Adam in that same struggling pose bent to hold up the marble above him, Eve in a post of utter shame, her elbows up and arms raised to cover her face, which you can't even see because it's hidden up in the raw stone. And the best one, the clay figures that were models for "Peace Be Still", depicting the story of the apostles being caught out in a storm and Christ walking across the water and commanding the wind and waves to be still so they could get home safely. The Christ figure didn't move me at all, it's a bit over the top and sanitized, but the apostles struggling against the storm are just amazing, depicting the whole range of human responses to trouble, from strength and courage to paralysis and despair. Robert Schuller canceled this work because of its "turbulent nature". I have been back to see it three times now and am still moved. Dallas Anderson is known for public works that depict unmitigated fun and innocence, and most of his professional life was funded by religious institutions (he taught at BYU before joining Schuller in California), but the retrospective shows that he understands the full range of human emotion and experience, and because he is such a skilled craftsman he can use his representational talent to express these harder truths and move us.

In the show there are a whole group of pieces, about a foot high each, of school children. These make a wonderful collection, but in a way go against all the other themes. He did the pieces when touring in area schools in 1989-1990. He would visit the school and find one child who "was outstanding", whose manner and movements interested him enough to make them his subject. He would meet with the child, and then visit the school and do a sculpture demonstration, creating an image of their classmate in clay over an eight-hour period. These pieces were all created quickly, on tight deadlines, and instead of heroic classical figures of human striving and amplified ascent, they are in the Roman tradition of literal realism. Many of them show little kids in winter coats, and one is of a boy in a fall jacket with shoulders hunched up so his hands go inside the cuffs of the sleeves - the women on our tour loved that one especially, "because you know kids will never wear their mittens." The set of pieces makes a collection that depicts Wisconsin childhood, and they're just lovely and fun and realistic.

As the last part of the tour, he invited us back into the main room and he unveiled two pieces he's working on at the moment, both busts of prominent artists in town. Most of the folks on the tour knew the men, and gasped at how much the pieces resemble them, but Dallas didn't feel they were finished. As he talked he rubbed at them with his thumb, in turns - walking back and forth the few steps between the two stands, a smudge to define the line of the brow on one, a small scrape with a broken stick to create patterns in the hair of the other. It was amazing to see the thumb of a master sculptor, in contact with the clay, so commanding and looking like it was almost a part of the sculptor. As he worked he talked about the men and the process, and how the existence of plastic bags made it possible to continue working over a long period. Back in the days of having to soak sheets and bedspreads to cover the clay to keep it moist, you couldn't walk away and leave it, you had to press on and work every day, which, again, affected his ability to find the truth he was seeking in each piece. Someone asked how long he'd been working on the first piece and he first said, "You're not supposed to ask that," and we laughed, but then he answered, "Two years." He said, "Time is definitely not of the essence. Once you pass 70..." It's good advice for all of us to follow. As he worked he became more absorbed in the shapes, and just before we had to interrupt him because we had to go, he had grabbed a rather thick shaping stick and, with a look of stern determination, started scraping strongly along the hairline just at the figure's right cheek.

The time came for us to go, and he thanked us for visiting and asked us to sign his guest book. Each person shook his hand. And my ringer, the host from the Art Center, said, "Ellen, did you get your signature?" So she helped me - I procured a pen from someone else, got out my book in which I'm recording Hunt events, and presented it to him to sign.



He wrote his name and the date first, and then you could tell he was trying to think of something to write, but as we hadn't conversed during the tour nothing came to him, so he wrote "Best Wishes", saying "There's nothing particularly original about that message." But what made it original is that it came from him.

Here's a picture of the book itself, which now has white clay dust on the opposing page and in very slight finger prints on the back cover.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

#3 - Australian flag



Australian flag, with extra bonus items a cork hat, jar of Vegemite, and bottle of Foster's (and yes, we discussed the fact that no one actually drinks Foster's in Australia).

Taken at Deb and Jim's house after a traditional Aussie backyard barbie, Saturday June 21 2008.

Reflections: on methodology and media

I probably have no right to be publishing reflections on methodology and media yet, since I've only done one task in the hunt, but I worked out how to change the dates on posts and can always change it later and pretend I had these thoughts much further down the track.

My reflections are on recording the hunt tasks using:

  • written blog entries

  • photos

  • video


If I went and found an object and interacted with someone and just wrote it down, there would be no problem whatsoever. "John, the employee at the magic shop, walked me down the aisle to show me where the magic wands are kept, shuffling a bit in his oversized camoflage trousers," and etc. I wouldn't have to get John's permission, the particular magic shop would never be identified, it wouldn't confront anyone.

Photos change the dynamic. For the macadamia post below, I was alone in a public place taking photos of ordinary things for no discernable reason. I felt like I had to be really furtive and watch out for spectators, and that very furtiveness probably made me look a million times more suspicious. To get the shot of the front of the store, I was sitting in the passenger seat of my own car, pointing a camera out the window across the parking lot. Why is that girl doing that? And inside, taking an already on camera out of my purse and pointing it to the madamia nut display - why on earth is that girl doing that? The fact that the photo was inside a privately owned store seemed to make it even more confrontational.

(A side-note about photos - I've started taking my camera with me everywhere and last night, the night of the summer solstice, as I was walking down a side-street toward College Avenue, I stopped to take a photo of the sun, to record how high it was in the sky at 6:40 at night, a height I still find completely freaky because I haven't lived at this latitude before. When I put the camera down, there was a feral sort of guy passing by on a bike - a guy who, come to think of it, looked like he might work in a magic store - and he said, "What are you taking a picture of?" "The sun!" I said. He mumbled a kind of rambling reply but I think it was, "I've lived in this town all my life and there's nothing here interesting enough to take a photo of." Well, I haven't, and the position of the sun in the sky at 6:40 pm on June 20th sure is interesting to me! But the current point of this story is that taking photos when by oneself in public places is confrontational.)

And then video. If I was taking videos of things in a public place by myself, I imagine it would be very extremely confrontational. Even along with someone else along as a cameraman, when I imagine taking a video of, say, the transaction of buying a pie at a McDonald's, or citing the mayor's driver's license, or having the guy at the magic shop show me where they keep the magic wands, it seems to me I would need to thoroughly explain the project first and what I plan to do with the video, and get everyone's first and last name and have them sign a waiver with permission to post the footage on the internet.

I don't yet have a video camera so I haven't had to sort this out, to try it and see where the points of discomfort are and what people's reactions will be. But won't it be interesting when I do?

More as it happens!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

#1 - Macadamia Nut, Version 1 - Drawing Minimal Attention


At the grocery store, shot from inside my car. I had to wait for the riders of the Harley to move so I could take the photo without seeming suspicious.


Paparazzi shot, taken with a camera left on in my handbag, pulled out quickly, and snapped before the Dad came by pushing his little girl in a cart shaped like a toy car.


And home - item number one!

(Note: I decided to practice on Macadamia Nut, so although this version doesn't show much bravery or interaction with the community, stay tuned for other versions coming soon...)