1. Walden Three – The Ambassador Program
    December 10, 2012 by Walden3

    Sean Penn and W3 Ambassador Eddie Vedder at the NW Surrealists opening party. Photo credit: Timothy Rysdyke

     

    Long before Walden Three opened, we talked extensively about the importance of documenting our art, performances and educational programming for people to view outside of Seattle, both now and for generations to come.  Imagine if no one took the time to document The Gettysburg Address, or film the speeches of Dr. Martin Luther King. How much different and limited our view of the world would be. I’ve never witnessed a performance by Yoko Ono or Chris Burden or Ann Magnuson – I only know of their performances through the writers, filmmakers and audience members that documented and shared these often fleeting, temporary works. Documentation is an incredibly vital part of our understand of, and sharing of, history, art and culture.

    We also recognized the importance of who your audience is. The audience plays such an important role in the dissemination of an artists work – be that critic, patron, celebrity or other creative leader. The likelihood of your art reaching a broader demographic outside of the gallery/stage/forum setting is greatly increased if the people watching are people with the means (professionally/ financially/socially) to share your ideas with the world. Malcolm Gladwell would call these people “connectors.”

    The Ambassador Program at Walden Three has been criticized by some (Jackie Wullschlager, I will be responding to your recent article about W3 later this week) as being “attempts to validate art through celebrity associations” and in part this is true. Since the times well before Medici, the wealthy (aka collectors) wanted to be in close proximity to artists and celebrity, something that maybe Warhol knew more than anyone. But the Ambassador Program is not just about tabloid headlines (thanks People, Star, InStyle and TMZ) and a chance to rub shoulders with celebrity – it is about cultivating an audience that can connect PNW artists to opportunities outside of our range.

    It should be said that being an “Ambassador” to Walden Three has no perk other that helping make our region more dynamic and giving our creative class a better opportunity to succeed in the global market of art, commerce and ideas. Ambassadors don’t make any money from it, or get a special pass, or even a drink discount in the Dial. They do it because they want their town to thrive. And who are these people? They are musicians and writers and business leaders. They know thousands of people and they have connections to a lot of very important people around the world. What is there job at W3? To bring these people to Walden Three. To steer them to our exhibitions, parties and performances. All we had to do is ask them, and explain to them the value of these simple efforts. And sometimes simple efforts yield enormous rewards.

    Mandy Greer recently designed the sets and costumes for Lady Gaga’s upcoming “I’m your prisoner” video. How did she get the gig? Turns out one of our Ambassadors is friends with Vincent Herbert, her manager, and he was in town meeting with some marketing executives at Starbucks. Is Mandy Greer’s work awesome? Entirely. But it  required the connectivity between Walden Three and our Ambassador Program to bring these opportunities to bear. And how about Paul Rucker creating the soundtrack to Sean Penn’s new film? Is Paul entirely qualified? Above and beyond! But it sure didn’t hurt having Eddie Vedder bring Sean by on a night when Paul was performing in the Mercer Gallery. Even the article that Marisa Kula is writing for Vanity Fair wasn’t just blind luck. Beth Sellars brought Sean Elwood by to see Emilio Caliente’s show and was so impressed by the experience that he rang Graydon Carter when he returned to New York. There was a recent article in The Guardian  with the title “Goodbye New York, Hello Seattle!” (written by critic Adrian Searle) and he rightly points out, “talent isn’t discovered – it’s always been right there – it just requires the rare combination of confidence and skill to know where to dig.”

    So the next time you see a picture of Cameron Crow or Steve Martin or George Clooney wandering through W3, just know that it isn’t all about the cheap celebrity magazines that line your grocery store check out aisles. This was an important, premeditated act, and the fruits of this program will help connect our artists and ideas to an audience we could never anticipate without them.

    GL


  2. The problem with marquees (Jack Daws Edition)
    December 8, 2012 by Walden3

    Gone but not forgotten – an old marque from the Lust Lady.

    To just about anyone who has lived or worked in Seattle, the marquee that graced the front of the Lusty Lady, was about the wittiest, funniest advertisement in town. Even Mimi Gates, stepmother to Bill Gates and former director of the Seattle Art Museum called the marquee a Seattle landmark. “ALWAYS OPEN NEVER CLOTHED,” “WE TAKE OFF MORE THAN BOEING,” and “PIRATES KEEP THEIR BOOTY HERE” are just a few past announcements, and it was determined very early on that Walden Three would restore and continue the legacy of poking fun at the Seattle Art Museum (directly across the street), employing witty word play and constructing slogans that make pedestrians smile without fail.

    Our first announcement simply read VISUALIZE WALDEN THREE with our website address under it. I know, not exactly witty or funny, but it did get people thinking about and tuning into what we were up to. And maybe it is just harder being an art center than it is being a peep show (there is a billboard in there somewhere). Obviously, we can’t sexualize every show we mount (dang!) and art just isn’t as naughty as strip clubs – well it can be – but the point is we couldn’t use the words ERECT and BOOTY and LIVE NUDE GIRLS to announce every show. It’s harder than it looks.

    So Jack Daws is showing in the Dearborn Gallery in March and we’ve been kicking around a hundred different ideas for the marquee. The work is going to be incredible – for some reason that’s the easy part (Jack is one of the smartest, under-recognized artists in the state), but the marque is driving me nuts! And with The Henry and SAM in town, to play around with Jack just seems priceless. I think the best one so far is SAM DOESNT KNOW JACK. Or maybe LEARN HOW TO DAWS. Or maybe SAM SLEEPS, HENRY SNOOZES and JACK DAWS. But I know there is something better out there. And so I thought I would turn it over to you. Got an idea? What is sharp and pointed and funny without including JACKING OFF or JACK DAWS JILL. Chew on it, and see if you can’t do better than us. Got an idea? Email us at: info@vital5productions.com. Thanks!

    GL

     


  3. Oh what a night! (with Miranda July and company)
    December 7, 2012 by Walden3

    Miranda July at Walden Three. Photo credit: Timothy Rysdyke

     

    Miranda July gave a wonderful talk last night before a sold out audience at Benaroya Hall. I’ve been a huge fan for awhile now, but I was still surprised to see the throngs of other artists and fans who packed the building and responded with sheer admiration and love. There was no whispering or texting in the audience, all eyes were pointed straight ahead and the only noise they made was laughter and applause. Pretty remarkable.

    But the real fun came after her talk. Robin Held (executive director at Reel Girls) hosted a smart Q & A, and the polite crowd stayed and stared to the very end. I had talked to Robin earlier in the day and strongly petitioned (begged) her to bring Miranda by Walden Three, just to show her around, or have a drink, or anything at all. Robin said she could make no promises, but it turned out that Miranda was not only excited to visit W3, but had intentionally booked a room at the Four Seasons so she would be close by.

    When Robin and Miranda arrived, it was well after 10:00. We had a closing night party for String Theory but most of the crowd had descended to the Dial for drinks and conversation. I was seated with Ben Beres and Jack Daws, talking about Jack’s upcoming show in March, but with a certain distraction that came from knowing Miranda was on her way (Korby Sears sent me a text giving me a little fair warning).

    “You’ve changed!” I said, in some odd attempt to let her know that I saw her talk, and hadn’t been boozing it up all night. She bobbed her head with wide eyes and an innocent, sheepish smile, “I was really sweaty. My shirt had big circles of sweat under my arms.” There was a moment of awkward silence. “Can I get you anything?” I said. “I’d really like a tequila sunrise. Do they have those here?” And from there, the night was off and running.

    Korby made introductions as I flagged a server down, and we pulled another table up to expand the party. About 10 seconds passed before another couple approached our table – undoubtedly to say hi to Miranda – and we were all introduced to James Mercer (the front man for The Shins) and his wife Marisa Kula. Turns out Marisa was writing a piece on Walden Three for Vanity Fair and James knew Miranda from her time in Portland. They had missed her talk but were also staying at the Four Seasons (on Vanity Fairs dime) and our group moved to the back corner to take on some more space, and as it happened, a few more guests. Miranda spotted Anri Sala talking to some older gentleman I didn’t know (later learned it was Jim Oliver) and quickly pulled him away, and James bumped into Isaac Brock and Slim Moon who were (strangely) slow dancing with each other (or maybe one was holding the other up? Hard to tell, they both seemed to be quite drunk) and also joined our group. As it turned out, Miranda July knew more people in the Dial than I did, and only a few of them had known about her talk. It’s funny how you can know a person’s work, or their name, but couldn’t pick them out of a crowd if your life depended on it. Now I was scanning the room wondering who all these people were, and thought briefly about providing HELLO MY NAME IS… stickers.

    Drinks were drunk, Isaac and Miranda sang ‘Tainted Love’, we dragged two couches into the elevator and rode up and down, checking out Emilio Caliente’s installation and wandering through the NW Surrealist show (James bought a sweet Chris Thompson painting), dropping back down into the Dial anytime we needed more booze. Slim and Jack shot the shit on the roof deck, Anri recorded some video of Ben shotgunning a beer, and Miranda wandered through The Mercer Gallery, intently reading all of the cards that hung throughout the gallery. Oh, and of course Robin and Korby danced the tango to a soundtrack only they could hear.

    Two a.m. snuck up on us all rather quickly and we returned to the Dial to settle our tabs and grab our jackets. I thought the night was over, but Anri’s friend Jim approached us and with an animated smile and raised brow  said, “My suite at the Four Seasons has an impressively well stocked bar.” We all pretended to do the math in our heads. He gave us a little wink and said, “I won’t tell if you don’t tell.”

    GL

     


  4. The Importance of a Lobster Telephone: Notes on The NW Surrealists Show at Dearborn Gallery
    December 5, 2012 by Walden3

    Leiv Fagereng “Time Out” 2009

    Programming this month at W3 has made for an inspiring nod to the powers of surrealist vision in contemporary thought. First, it is undeniable that the Pacific Northwest, for whatever reason, has become home to a disproportionately high concentration of surrealist artists. This is something I had seen sporadically through the art scene in the last couple of decades- from Vital 5’s “Sixpack” show in 2002 to Jason Puccinelli’s “Dazzle Camouflage” performance (for lack of a better word) at ConWorks in 2003, to Jeremy Mangan’s show recently at Linda Hodges and Kirsten Anderson’s vivd programming at Roq LaRue over the last 15 years. Maybe it’s the many months of inward-looking weather or the unlikely rockscapes of the Cascades, but the extended body of work gives testimony to a liberal embrace of the absurd and the impossible in the creative culture here.
    So, currently on display at the Dearborn Gallery are paintings and sculptures from 26 Northwest artists. Mangan’s photoreal paintings of canyons throwing parties, Leiv Fagereng’s immaculate landscapes filled with airborne pharmaceuticals, and Rich Lehl’s ectoplasm-conjuring professors are dazzling works as flawless in technique as they are absurd in concept. I witnessed so many instances of people leaving the gallery with bemused smirks on their faces, like they had just had some sort of whimsical catharsis, and there was one well-put-together man in an expensive suit who literally doubled over with laughter in front of a painting of an apparent fight between two unmanned Caterpillar construction machines. The notion of a gallery experience that could be so readily measured by the facial expressions and emotional outbursts of its patrons is something I’m more than a little bit proud of.
    But then there’s the DIY Surrealist sculpture workshop I sat in on, where Erin Shafkind had a throng of local middle school students making things in the corner of the gallery that answered the question “Why isn’t there a….?” A line of pedestals were topped with ice cream airplanes and crab shoes, and a wall bore sketches of an umbrella made out of battery-powered fans and a some sort of collapsible suitcase car. “It’s like a patent office in Neverland,” she said, while showing a young woman how to use a hot-glue gun to join what looked like an industrial slinky to a Frisbee.
    And I was fortunate to catch John Boylan’s lecture on the Denny stairs about the connection between figureheads of innovation like Nikolai Tesla and Steve Jobs and their art collections, which were all filled with works by artists like Rene Magritte and Dorothea Tanning.
    Can pushing the boundaries of creative thought in the painting studio inspire inventors, architects, and technologists to expand our limits of the possible? Maybe it was the strength of Boylan’s well-crafted parallels, but I left feeling like the world could use a few more lobster telephones out there…and from the looks of it, there’s plenty of evidence that there will be.

    “The imaginary is what tends to become real” – Andre Breton

    JD


  5. 10 years of Arbitrary Art Grants
    December 2, 2012 by Walden3

     

    Winner of the Arbitrary Art Grant for Performance Art – Garrett Hobba

    One of the most important aspects of Walden 3, and preconditions of a healthy cultural community is the pursuit of inclusiveness. There are way too many people in the world that believe that art is for the rich, for the young, for people who study it, or wear odd clothing, or live in the city. Sure that may sound funny to you, but it is true. Over the years I’ve heard all sorts of excuses why people don’t go to galleries or museums or paint or try and make something of their own.

    “I’m too old.”

    “I don’t know how.”

    “I have kids.”

    The list goes on and on, and all of these excuses I find absurd and shocking. Art is nothing more than a way to communicate to strangers and process our own ideas about the world. I say that all people are artists and some people roll their eyes. And I view that as either snobbery or insecurity – or both, it’s hard to tell. But I truly believe that anyone with a voice, anyone that can hold onto a pen or imagine or feel anything is an artist of some degree. Sure you may not be able to paint like Caravaggio or sing like Aretha Franklin, but that does not mean you don’t have a heart or an opinion or a desire to be understood. The success of contemporary art (on a level Thoreau would call ‘the mass of men’) depends on art being inclusive, accessible and, to some degree, pleasurable.

    Founded in 2000 by Vital 5 Productions, Arbitrary Art Grants were designed to fortify the arts community, reinforce the ideology that all people are artists, and serve as catalysts to create large-scale group projects and performances. The grants stand as testaments that $500.00 can inspire a community to participate and create art without judgment or competition.

    When drafting the budget for Walden Three, there was a little bit of resistance to include Arbitrary Art Grants in the budget. Sure they were only $500.00 a pop, but the plan called for one a month for the next ten years. 120 total. $60,000.00 thrown right out the window. But it was a line item I fought for. It was advertising. It was public outreach. It was fun. And 60k really didn’t seem like a lot of money in the big picture.

    But what exactly is an Arbitrary Art Grant? At W3, we announce the grant on the first of the month and disperse $500.00 cash to the “winning” artist on the last Friday of that same month. Over and over again, for 10 years. The above picture was an Arbitrary Art Grant in Performance Art. We gave $500.00 to one person actively protesting performance art in front of On the Boards – Seattle’s incredible and acclaimed institution that hosts the regions best performance art. Fifty or so people showed up carrying signs and bullhorns protesting and waving their signs and chanting slogans about how bad performance art was – all in front of the opening of a new performance art festival. I was two blocks away staring through a telescope that had earlier in the day been locked down on one particular dot against the buildings facade. And the idea was, whomever was standing in the sights of my telescope at 7:00 pm, would be declared the winner.

    For the next decade, we will be handing out $500.00 on the last Friday of the month to someone participating in dance or music, sculpture or architecture or photography or singing or any number of things. We conceive very strange and creative tasks and challenges (one sculpture grant required artists to build a sculpture inside a shopping cart, using items only pulled from the grocery store it was in) and find very odd ways to pick a winner (guns and leaf blowers and ping pong ball river races come to mind). And sure, some people might call them stupid or unfair or giving arts money to the wrong people, but I entirely disagree. We have never given a dollar to someone that didn’t deserve it, and the simple magic of seeing, or participating in an Arbitrary Art Grant is the best proof that the money is not wasted. $60,000.00 seems like a very small price to pay to inspire a city for a decade.

    An entry for the Arbitrary Art Grant in Sculpture, by Sage Viniconis