June, 2009

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Unnamed Computer-Age Impressionism

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

So I finished this painting from the other day and a friend dubbed the style “computer-age impressionism”.  Yeah, I agree with that.  Click on it for a better view, though I gotta learn to take better pictures of my art.

I think one of the most fun things about having a blog is making up phrases and words.  If you google “computer-age impressionism” right now, you’ll only get Birmingham Verse.  Yep.  How awesome is that?

So this painting was intentionally commissioned for my friend Natalie.  She paints in acrylics and we agreed to do a “swap”.  She’s working on something for me, and I did this one for her.  She said she liked the earlier pixel landscape pieces, so I agreed to do another.  I’d been wanting to do one anyway.  I’ll tell you about what she’s working on when she gets finished and is ready.

I like the color palette here a lot.  I keep saying – imprecisely – that there aren’t any colors in this painting.  The main shades are all sorta between colors.  The top starts off pink and fades to a reddy-brown.  The bottom starts yellowy and fades to an orangey-brown.  The mystery landscape objects start reddy-brown and finish darker reddy-brown.  Not crayola, maybe.

I think part of the fun of doing these “computer-age impressionism” works is that I always try to make them a little mysterious.  There should always be some form in the picture that’s not quite obvious, just evocative.  I’m curious what people think this could be a picture of, besides what I think it’s a picture of.  I’d love to get an email from someone that says it looks like ketchup on pudding, Rapunzel’s tower, or whatever.  I always love the Rorschach Test nature of some of my paintings.  People say all kinds of wacky stuff about them that I wasn’t considering and I love hearing it all.

Screwups by the Birmingham Festival Theatre

Monday, June 15th, 2009

“Insanity begins in the most inocuous ways.” – Justin Warner, via Bob Penny

I sometimes wish we could re-brand the term “fine arts”.  Its current reputation can be too pretentious.  Mainly, it just feels deadly serious.  When I hear the phrase “fine arts”, even the first things that pop in my head are all over-dramatic.  Bratty dancers that carry themselves too portently, plays with an overt and depressing message, and orchestral performances of pre-Bugs Bunny Wagner.

Therefore, I’m grateful to the Birmingham Festival Theatre for putting on their “fine-ish arts” performance of Justin Warner’s play Screwups.  It cannot be taken too seriously.  It’s a collection of six comedic ten-or-so minute plays.  Each of the scenes deals with a screwup (FAIL) of one kind or another.  It’s not terribly sophisticated.  It’s not depressing.  It’s not just for an arts crowd.  Even the rowdier Extemporaneous Theatre Company audience might feel right at home.  It’s silly fun.

My favorite two scenes were probably “Bum Steer” and “Page-Turner”.  At first, I didn’t believe that Nancy Watkins and Walter Garner could be taken seriously in “Bum Steer”, but I had to realize I wasn’t supposed to.  It’s hard to play sort-of  annoying characters without them becoming , well, annoying, but they pulled it off very well.

“Page-Turner” included Bob Penny, Brian Webber, Logan Reid, Katherine Burcham, and Elizabeth Kirven.  A 10 minute romp, for sure.  With some sex.  And death.

This show feels like the Birmingham Festival Theatre is cleaning out the fridge for summer.  A little of this, a little of that.  Featuring more than fifteen actors.  An out-of-place dance troupe (Notinee or Zivah Saphirah).  A brush with God – maybe.  And hopefully the night that you go will have a few screwups of its own – I’d love to see the actors get all inspired to improvise wildly within a show of this sort.

If you use THIS form to share your own screwup with the BFT, you get $5 off your ticket price.  A good deal, but I hope they can be counted on not to use that information against us later…

I write this stuff down at least half so *I* remember it later, but I won’t mind if you use this as a reminder, too, of what you might want to go see.  The upcoming season of the Birmingham Festival Theatre will feature:

Thanks to the Birmingham Festival Theatre for making me laugh and letting me add an -ish to the fine arts.

Encore Gala by Arova Professional Contemporary Ballet

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

There are two essential ways of listening to music – with a fundamental difference between the two.  The first way is to flip through your own CDs, tapes, or 8-tracks, finding what you want to listen to – or maybe what you haven’t heard in a while – and popping it in.  My iPod would fit in this category before Alabama’s summer swelter killed it.  Even with 1000 songs, I could set it on shuffle and listen to some portion of my personal music library.  Some internet application like Grooveshark would also fit this category.

The second way to listen to music is on the radio, satellite or traditional.  An internet app like Pandora would also fit here.  By setting the station, you’re telling it kind of what genre you want to hear, but you don’t quite know what’ll eventually play through your speakers.  Unless it’s top-of-the-charts mall music, you’re bound to be surprised a little and maybe find something new.

I tend to alternate between these two types of experience.  Some days, I want to hear my own particular stuff.  New and old favorites.  Something familiar, even if I haven’t listened to it in a long time.  But some days, I want to find something new.  No matter how hard you squeeze it, you can never get anything new off an iPod.  It’s a tiny, self-contained world with no escape.  Regardless of how much music I can cram on it, I’ve heard it all before.

Life moves pretty fast. You don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” -Ferris Bueller

Life can also be a lot like my iPod.  (Bear with me – I’m going somewhere.)  Most of us go to the same place every day for work, talk with the same people, see the same friends, and do the same stuff.  Even if otherwise comfortable, there are days I just amn’t interested in hearing familiar songs.

Which brings me to groups like Arova Professional Contemporary Ballet.  I didn’t know this group existed before I got an email advertising their Encore Gala performance at the Virginia Samford Theatre.  As Arova describes itself:

Fresh, fun and evocative are not adjectives that one would usually use to describe ballet.  However the AROVA Contemporary Ballet, a relatively new professional company in Birmingham, is on a mission to change your mind. AROVA’s mission is to present powerful new works that push the limits of the traditional ballet vocabulary and make a case for the form being relevant; even dare we say – cool.  [E]xpect the out of ordinary including innovative choreographic elements, an eclectic array of music and even rock star-esque lighting.

I attest that the Arova pieces were definitely fresh, fun and – dare I say – cool.  Along with interesting and sometimes beautiful.  Much in the same free-verse vein as the folks at Asterisk, Arova is gleefully pushing the limits of collaboration.  One dancer performed solo in front of local painter Thomas Andrew, while he did what painters do, from start-to-finish in front of the audience, starting with a blank canvas.  After the performance, there was a silent auction for his painting.

The last piece of the evening featured musical guest Act of Congress.  I will repeat this over-and-over until someone listens: Every type of performance – especially dance – is usually improved with the addition of live music.  I don’t know the arrangement between Act of Congress and Arova, but I think it benefits everyone.  The band gets exposure and extra “cool” points for helping other arts, the dancers have the benefit of live music to dance to, and the audience’s experience is enhanced significantly.  Plus, it’s got to be fun for the artists themselves to look around for a different way to get to perform and keep everything fresh.

I have the impression that Arova is on a shoestring budget, so I’ll say that Alison Page and the rest of Arova are worth your support.  Ask about donations, opportunities to collaborate, or volunteering.  Go seek out new stuff.  Eat something different.  Don’t be afraid to talk to strangers.  Paint your nails.  Click the “I’m feeling lucky” button.  But try not to kill your father’s car.

Thanks to David Page and Arova for letting me attend.  Thanks to photographer Jim Willett and any other Arova volunteers for giving of their time to support local arts and making it all possible.

Poetry: Kitkats from Japan

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

KitKats from Japan
(for Carmel)

If your friend visits Japan
And you warn her
That the long flight and
The jet lag and
The language barrier
Makes the trip
Not seem worth it,

Yet she brings back
Five different varieties of
KitKats
(Five!)
And mails them,
First class,
From Washington to Birmingham,

So they arrive
A little homesick,
Feverish, bruised, and melted,
Misshapen and malformed,
With their crunchy centers
Hugging each other tight
And shifted in the packaging,

You won’t know
Whether to cite
Their stressed condition
And obvious out-of-place-ness
As an easy metaphor
For why that uphill trip
Couldn’t possibly be worth it,

Or whether
Five different flavors of KitKats
(Five!)
Including apple vinegar
And green tea,
Strongly justify
Her trip.

But I know you’d be clueless
About how two of them will taste
Because you don’t read Japanese
(You can’t just google it, you know)
And you’d wonder if
You’re man enough
To eat the apple vinegar.

Why Else Do You Have an English Horn? by Asterisk

Monday, June 8th, 2009

Another piece for the “Things I Had No Clue Were Happening in Birmingham” file.

Meaghan Heinrich, normally Education Manager for the ASO, recently invited me to her FREE show with Asterisk.  Meaghan promised, “I can pretty much guarantee that it will be like nothing you’ve ever seen in Alabama!”  With a cast of two and the program marketing it as “a delightfully ridiculous evening of music, words, and dance,” she didn’t disappoint.

In a world that only seems to appreciate specialization, I thoroughly appreciate the multi-talented and the generalists.  I’ve said for years that I always really appreciate that person that’s wanted to be a veterinarian (or whatever) since birth, straight as an arrow, but my best friends are typically people who have floated around a little bit, maybe not quite knowing what they want to do when they grow up.  I’m still not sure what to do with myself as I grow up.

So, as I count them, the obvious talents Meaghan displayed during the show included:

  • Interpretive Reading
  • Oboe
  • Acting
  • Dance
  • English Horn

And those talents displayed by her counterpoint, C. Neil Parsons, included:

  • Interpretive Reading
  • Trombone
  • Acting
  • Directing
  • Choreography
  • Dance
  • Singing

The show was six pieces, all mixing-and-matching the arts in a way which Gregg Michael Gillis might appreciate.  From prior pieces, you might know I’m a fan of free-spirited collaboration.  Usually when I go to a show, I have SOME idea of what’s coming next.  Here, I did not.  No clue.  And for that, I was grateful and routinely astonished.  The next piece was always a complete surprise.  The mashups included:

  1. Poetry reading paired with oboe.
  2. Reading the Birmingham News (and craigslist) aloud with trombone accompaniment.
  3. One act of a play (without instruments, unless you count a Pit(?) bell).
  4. Solo trombone performed while the trombonist dances.
  5. Poetry reading paired with english horn, while the performers do an interpretive dance.
  6. A “traditional,” though rearranged, trombone and english horn duet.

If originality should be cherished as a cardinal virtue as great in stature as flawlessness in artistry, then the Asterisk players should thrive.  I ask, who else could you work with in new and delightful ways?  I wonder if this type of show could be monthly-or-so and invite various like-minded artists in for unusual and inspiringly different collaborations?  Would an audience come to see a show with a rotating collection of artists all forced to work together for a performance in new and unusual ways?

Much like the Sanspointe performers, I think that true artists of any calibre should always find joy in any opportunity to do or perform art.  A need to express comes from a wellspring somewhere deep inside – whether or not there’s any money in it.  Collaboration between artists should follow naturally.  You help me scratch my itch, and I’ll help you scratch yours.  Let’s get together and see if any magic happens.  The yummy wizardry of deep-fried twinkies couldn’t have happened without a similar mix-and-match attitude.

To anyone reading, help enlighten me about other underground or under-the-radar art you know about in Birmingham.  Who isn’t getting publicity they deserve?