Godeke's time machines

I’m always torn about movies, in which toys, statues and such come to life, “Night at the Museum” and “Toy Story” (and their sequels) are a few recent examples. On the one hand, these films teach children that objects are interesting by personifying them. If a child sees a statue, he may be indifferent at first, but after seeing a statue come to life, potential is born. “Yes,” they think, “this object seems like it’s just a hunk of stone but it’s really something incredible.” It’s only a few steps from this position for him to realize that a thing’s colors, form, history, and maker are its life. No, it’s not going to jump around and speak funny accents, but it is a transportation device, one that can take you to the past or to another world entirely.

On the other hand, children should be enlivening their world by themselves or with books. They should be the ones creating the object’s persona, not a filmmaker. It’s like a book with pictures. No one should be showing us what to imagine. We should take the details and craft something unique to ourselves. Seeing Robin Williams as Teddy Roosevelt determines our idea of what Teddy Roosevelt was like. Or, if not determines, it gives us a caricature that we can’t get away from. Historic people are a fiction that we build partly from facts and partly from romanticizing.

Anyway, (yes, I am going somewhere with this), where “Toy Story” and “Night at the Museum” fail in this respect, painter Jason Godeke’s work, showing at Java Juice, 125 W. Fourth St. until Sept. 29th, succeeds. Godeke imbues toys with a life all their own, but he gives them a mostly ambiguous existence (in the paintings. His drawings are a little more concrete). In his artist statement, he wrote, “I am experimenting with where and how identification happens. What level of specificity or generalization moves us the most?” This is the perfect question for what I want out of his work. He’s transforming toys into magical and wondrous things but he’s not determining our view of them. When I look at his darkly majestic teddy bear presiding over a dinosaur and two mysterious figures, I feel consumed by the atmosphere and curious about the characters but not satisfied. I feel like there’s more to the story but it lies within my mind, not Godeke’s. Whatever conception he had, if there was a particular one, was lost as soon as he put down the brush and this is a good thing. He’s giving life to toys but in a way that starts our journey rather than finishes it.

Godeke’s work reminds me of how amazing it was the first time I read Else Minarik and Maurice Sendak’s “Little Bear” stories. Little Bear climbed a tree with a makeshift helmet on and pretended he was flying to the moon. It reminds me of the hours I spent sketching characters and storylines for action figures in my bedroom, when my ego was so big it could fill these tiny, plastic toys with life. And it reminds me of special objects, like the Superman cape I wore everyday for a year, which seemed so important, they had to stay by my side at all times.

Godeke said, “A toy figure allows us to project our own psyche onto its blank expression … in making a painting of a plastic statuette, I aim to give that machine-made copy a hand made uniqueness.”

Godeke’s work fanned my interest in objects, their identity, and what worlds inhabit them. It did what a lot of good art does: it gave me tools to build with; it didn’t take me on a tour.

Jason Godeke is an assistant professor at Bloomsburg University. Godeke was raised in Northern California, earned a bachelor’s degree in studio art from Yale, and a master’s degree from SUNY Stony Brook.

Billtown Art Information

Hey guys, if you're looking for information about artists, art groups, and art-related businesses in Williamsport you have to check out http://www.billtownlive.com/arts.htm.

I was just checking out Carla Fisher's photography via the link from billtown's website: http://carlafisherphotography.com/main.htm

Matt

The Williamsport Guardian is Now Available!

Check out the new Health Care issue of the Williamsport Guardian. I have an article on the back page about Michael Pilato's "Inspiration" Mural. The article continues on the inside but the last sentence and a half were cut off before the paper went to press. Here's how it actually ends:

"After I look at Pilato’s mural, and hear about great people like Peter Herdic and Carl Stotz, I feel inspired. What could be more fitting for a mural titled “Inspiration?”

Also, in the article, I wrote, "I began this article with a quote from Samuel Johnson" but the Guardian didn't print the quote, so, I'll put it here:

"The true art of memory is the art of attention."
- Samuel Johnson

I am the new arts writer for the Guardian. So, if you want an article written about local shows or artists, send information to me and I'll consider writing about them.

Since the Guardian's office has now moved into the Pajama Factory, the artists there have a great opportunity to exchange ideas and work with the publication. I'm loving my space and time at the Factory because the community just keeps getting bigger and better.

One Place in Many

Debt Monster
Cheryl Tall

28x18x18"

Terra Cotta, slip, oxide, glaze

When people discuss traveling around the world, it immediately creates a dichotomy between those who have and those who haven't. The faces of those who have light up with memories of all the wonderful things they've seen or places they've been. The faces of those who haven't usually light up too (unless they're entirely bitter) but for a different reason: they're imagining how amazing it could've been. Since they're "stuck," their visions are tinged with hope and/or regret. What could they have seen? What could they still see?

Usually the major difference between the two groups is money. The haves are the rich and the have nots are the poor. I'm happy to report that that's not the case here. Cheryl Tall's art is her money, her ticket. Her art has won her residencies in Canada, Japan, Greece, France, Mexico, and England, among other places. Her creations have moved her through the world. Isn't that amazing? What she makes has made her mobile.

And many artists who get to travel, especially writers, end up making literary travelogues like Dickens or Wollstonecraft. They've been to a different place and they use their talents of observation to report back to us their impressions. Don't get me wrong, Tall is doing that. Every place she goes to affects her art (for example: while she was in Hungary, she used Hungarian clay) but her art is not a recreation of each place she's been, it's always a new addition to what she refers to as "her personal mythology." The place she's ultimately interested in is the one in her mind.

In the 2000's, from my experience, personal mythologies have become very popular among artists, a trend that makes perfect sense. What is the best response to postmodernism? A homemade system of meaning. Since there's no objective meaning, one has to make one's own. And by making it a place and populating that place with characters, one creates a world that runs by its own logic, one that can welcome viewers into it and comfort them with the promise of depth.

We should never discuss art and personal mythology without mentioning the master, William Blake. Whenever I look at one of Blake's illustrations, I feel like I'm viewing a snapshot or a fragment of another universe and I got a similar feeling as I walked in between Cheryl Tall's works in the unfortunately titled "Arrested Motion" exhibit at the Gallery at Penn College. The exaggerated forms of her figures, their fascinating and playful textures, their amusingly expressive faces, their lively but rustic-looking colors, and their engaging associations made me feel like I was in a fairy tale (one from the Brothers Grimm perhaps?). Plus, they just made me smile over and over again. I could feel the fun she had while making them and I had fun looking at them, is their any higher aim for art?

Absorb Williamsport Music Fest

http://www.myspace.com/absorbwmf

Absorb Williamsport Music Fest

6/27/2009 11:00 AM at Absorb 2009 @ Brandon Park!
Brandon Park, Williamsport, Pennsylvania 17701
Cost: FREE

2009 is here, and so is ABSORB! Performances on the Main Stage: Key of V, Shattered Beneath the Shade, Black Marble, The States, The Blind Chitlin Kahunas, Doc Mach and the Field Surgeons, The Keystone Ska Exchange, 3rd Degree Infantry, Johnny J. Blair, John Oliver and The Distinguished among others! We also have THE ECHO STAGE featuring the music of The Bossettes, Hugh Ross, A Weston, Antares J. Barr, Plural Form, Fletcher Kaufman and Long Burn Ride! (Rain date for Absorb 2009 is June 28th.)

Way's Garden Art Show

I'm sorry to say that I missed the Way's Garden Art Show because I was out of town. If anyone has anything they'd like to share about it, send it to me at matthewparrish1@gmail.com and I'll post it on here.

The Inexhaustibility of Art

Dr. Joan Whitman Hoff
Philosophy professor at Lockhaven University

On Thursday, May 7th, philosophy professor Dr. Joan Whitman Hoff gave a lecture for the Bald Eagle Art League. As an audience member, I was excited to experience an academic lecture outside of the halls of academia. Kudos to Dr. Hoff for reaching out to a community art group. The lecture was loosely structured by what Dr. Hoff referred to as "the inexhaustibility of art." It isn't her theory and I don't remember who she said originated it, so, I can only discuss it in relation to how she presented it that night.

Dr. Hoff began by saying that her talk would go "all over the place" because she feels that art is all over the place and that's how philosophy should treat it. She said philosophy shouldn't try to pin it down. This, then, is partly why using the term "inexhaustible" makes sense. When something can go anywhere or is anywhere, there's no end to how we can talk about it. But her focus was mainly on how we can infinitely discover new things about a static work of art. Every time one sees a painting, one can see something different or relate to it in a different way.

This point immediately bothered me. "What's particular about art that makes it inexhaustible?" I thought. I could experience a space, just a general, public space, in infinitely different ways. Let's say that I went to NYC before 9/11 and then went after 9/11. Let's say I went to NYC before I was was an art major and after I was an art major. Let's say I went to NYC as a kid and then as an adult. Let's say I went to NYC and was in it for one second and then another. You get my point. Every time something with me (or with that place) has changed (which means practically any time), this makes for a different experience of that place. Since the variables of anything are always changing, anything is inexhaustible.

After her lecture, she asked if anyone had questions and I couldn't hold back. I raised my hand and asked, "What particularly about art makes it inexhaustible in contrast to anything else? I mean, I could experience this table in infinitely different ways." Her response was, "I think the difference is in the way we feel about it. We have a deeper connection to art than to common objects like a table." I smiled because of how wrong she was (And she did add, "That's the best I can do with that," acknowledging that there may be some philosophical problems with her position). We love when others are wrong and we think we're right. Well, at least I do. Here's my counterargument to her answer: family heirlooms. Regardless of the specificity of the object, it has gained value simply by being passed down from generation to generation. The fact that this object has been held by your great grandmother, your grandmother, your mother, and you, imbues it with profound meaning. You have a deep, inexhaustible connection with this object and it could be anything: a photo, a ring, a letter, a hat, a pocket knife, whatever. By being held through time, anything can create a deep relationship, the kind Dr. Hoff holds specifically for art.

I try to imagine what her response would be. Perhaps that the experience of art is different from the experience of a family heirloom, that art is a compositional gesture and this makes for a different relationship, one that turns on skill and form. But then my response would be: What specifically about artistic compositions makes them inexhaustible? Does the fact that something was made to be a, presumably useless, aesthetic object make it anymore inexhaustible? In fact, I might argue the opposite. If something has a use and is beautiful, doesn't that make it more inexhaustible than something that is beautiful without use? Isn't a house more inexhaustible than a painting because it provides infinite uses and infinite aesthetic pleasures?

Well, regardless of philosophical differences, I thoroughly enjoyed Dr. Hoff's lecture. She's very careful with her words, she's very familiar with several bodies of literature on aesthetics, and she makes great distinctions. Her discussion of art raised the bar for the Bald Eagle Art League lecture series.

Video Art in Williamsport!

Last Saturday, a delightful art show took place. Lycoming students scattered video art installations throughout the labyrinthine Pajama Factory. Despite being ubiquitous in larger cities, video art had yet to establish a presence in Williamsport until now. What’s caused the change? Lycoming College has hired Leah Peterson as a video art professor, opened a multi-media gallery, and is now reaching into unknown territory (for Lycoming students anyway), the other side of Williamsport.

There’s still a long way to go, though. For instance, when most people hear “video art,” nothing comes to mind. Unlike the history of painting or sculpture, video art’s story isn’t well known outside of the art world. Everyone knows Picasso, but what about Nam June Paik? The man built a sculpture out of a thousand TVs but superstardom has escaped him. Anyway, by describing the students’ exhibition, I hope to give a little bit of an introduction to the aesthetics of video art.

Everyone loves his or her favorite, so I’ll start with mine. The first thing I saw, as I entered the lobby, was a projected video of doors opening and closing. As I watched double doors shut, shutters fly up, security gates glide down and heard the distinct thuds and squeals of each, I became enthralled. It was so simple and yet stunning. “This is what video art can do,” I thought. The artists, Stephanie Knaus and Jason Heritage, used a camera to research their surroundings. They established a logic in their video through the repetitious movement of doors. Their “narrative” came alive through the relationships between outside doors, inside doors, doors with and without windows, doors in daylight, doors at night, doors with knobs, doors with handles, etc. Each door had its own feeling, its own action, and its own moment.

Another piece I enjoyed was an installation by Karen Gerofsky and Brian Fredo. It consisted of a TV deeply set (about 4 feet down?) in a hole in the floor surrounded by turf. Something very intriguing happened as people set their feet on the turf, leaned over the opening, nearly touched heads, and saw the image of a person staring back at them. I imagined what it would be like to view the situation from where the TV head was, that is, at the bottom of the well-like cavity. I pictured seeing the circle of viewers hovering above, curiously gazing down. Thanks for that moment, Karen and Brian. You made me more aware of the architecture of the space than I ever would’ve been.

Partly why I loved this show so much is because it was installation based. In Williamsport, where most art is shown on walls in places that are primarily venues for things other than art (I intend no offense to the businesses who support art. I am grateful to you), it was exciting to see artists given the opportunity to tailor a space for their art. I can only hope that Lycoming College continues to work with the Pajama Factory (even if the attendance wasn’t high) and that more places support video art because there’s lots of potential for cool things to happen.

Frigid

A photo from Nick Johnson's Transcendence
Showing at the PCT Gallery from March 17-April 9, 2009

When I started writing criticism, I made the decision to not write negative reviews. I based this choice on the idea that any review promotes artwork and if I didn't like an exhibition, why would I want to promote it? This logic follows the saying "any press is good press." However, I recently saw a show at the gallery at Penn College, the best art space in Williamsport, that made me break my vow...

As I walked down Fourth Street, I passed the corner space that advertises for Penn College's gallery. It had an intriguing poster for Nick Johnson's new exhibition, Transcendence. If I'm not mistaken, the picture I saw is the one I posted above. The precise spatial arrangement, the mirroring, rocky texture, and the line play in the photo excited me. This artist obviously had a sharp eye and knew what he was doing. I was anxious to see the work.

However, once I entered the gallery, I was appalled by Johnson's mind-numbing, flat repetition of technique. One sleek set of carefully arranged stones is cool. Two, okay. Three, I'm bored. Four, I don't care anymore. I know this sounds harsh and for me, my response is surprising because I am usually fond of repetition. Repetition is a good way of establishing boundaries for an artistic world. It gives one a sense of where the center is and then one can easily recognize variation and trace a journey. But, here, there is no journey. There are many pictures but only one thing. And a painfully cool, over-produced, vacuous thing at that.

Let me justify my position further: While Johnson's interest seems to be reinterpreting nature in vitro or in a tiny, sterile, highly-controlled environment, the result is artwork that would be better suited as the finishing touch in a freshly designed living room rather than as an aesthetic venture in it's own right. The black and white format successfully suffocates any life the images may have had and condemns the photos to a clinical existence.

I read that Mr. Johnson has been a fine art photographer for over 30 years and his skill is immediately apparent. But that's where this story ends.

First Friday Photos

The Coffee and Tea Room:


Java Juice:



Williamsport Frame Shop:

A Bias

Cadaver Bone, Return from the River Styx
Ed Wong-Ligda

oil on canvas
70" x 40"

Bob Dylan can't sing. Well, not in the classical sense. Despite this fact, he's the greatest singer I've ever heard. Even though Dylan cannot hit any note at will and he doesn't have a mountain-high scale (think Dream Girls), he can bend his voice in amazing ways that amplify his emotions and add a canyon of depth to his words.

If Dylan had tried to become a perfect singer, failed, and quit singing as a result, the world would've been deprived of one of the most fruitful, original, artistic paths ever trekked.

Thanks to Rock N Roll, most people would agree that a singer doesn't have to have perfect pitch to be effective. So--why doesn't the same go for painting?

Art historically, this is a moot point. Realism has gone in and out of favor on a strange cycle due to the fickleness of the art world. But generally (that is--not in the art world), viewers will always favor realism over anything else. An artwork is better if it looks real than if it doesn't. But is a song always better if it's sung perfectly? We've already answered that question.

This issue came to mind again because I just received a copy of the new Showcase in the mail today with Ed Wong-Ligda's painting on the cover. Now, I have nothing against Ligda, I can't--I haven't even seen his work yet. And some of the paintings on his website have me excited because they're about more than skill (especially the painting titled Fine Art http://edwong-ligda.com/framesetport.html). But I'm always wary when I see realism because I know that people will stop their considerations at being impressed. "Wow--that looks real!" they think and that's that. This result splits artwork into two categories: right and wrong. If it looks real, it's right. If it doesn't, it's wrong.

So, when you go to Penn College's gallery next week, on Feb. 10th, to see Ligda's work don't just marvel at the skill employed, think about what it's being employed for. What story is the painting telling? How does Ligda wrestle with finish? What emotion does it convey? Is there more to the picture than one expects?
Here's to hoping that I embarrass myself by being blown away at the exhibition...

An Eye of the Past with A Tool of the Future

Jeffrey Smith's Photo Slideshow from Flickr.com

In photography, the most important clicking used to be done by the camera's shutters as the photograph was taken. However, with the advent of digital art, the clicking of a mouse may have superceded it. Many artists these days bypass the darkroom and hit Photoshop to "develop" their photographs. Jeffrey Smith, whose photos are currently hanging in the Coffee and Tea Room, is one of them. This fact isn't always apparent. Upon first glance, one may think that his photos are straight but look a little closer and you'll discover some blurring here, a dash of saturation there. Or you might be tricked the other way around. Sometimes pictures look enhanced when they're actually not (like in his "zoom and spin" pieces in the stream above).

Anyway, some people think digital photography is cheating because it lacks the manual dexterity of developing film. I tossed this statement at Smith, assuming he'd vehemently deny that digital art is cheating (considering that he is a digital artist). Surprisingly, he said:

I am in favor of digital photography simply because its cheaper and takes less time than film. I taught myself how to develop film and prints once and it was ridiculously time consuming. But I respect the people who are skilled with film much more than I respect digital photographers. I feel that someone who has taken the time to learn the very hard manual techniques of burning or dodging is much better skilled than someone who can simply edit it in photoshop. There are those purists out there who don't use any editing and I hope that I will eventually be able to do that.

So, even though Smith works digitally, he respects traditional photography more than digital photography. I don't take this response as a negative, rather, I'm actually more interested in Smith's work now than I was before because he's wrestling with the "ethics" of photography (as opposed to blindly accepting Photoshop as if it's always been around). For example, he thinks enhancing photos with Photoshop isn't cheating but he thinks collaging photographs with it is. He said:

I do use photoshop quite a bit, but its usually just for slight touchups. I try never to do more then add a little saturation and work on the levels. I took a digital photography class in High School, and it was a joke. Our teacher was literally telling us to copy moons into our photos and the like. And I hated it. That was definitely cheating, and I'm not sure where I draw the line. I guess I'll use photoshop to get the necessary picture that I want, but I hope to one day be able to not use it.

From this perspective, Smith makes his use of Photoshop seem like a crutch rather than a dignified tool. I don't accept his rationale here. I think he uses Photoshop because he likes the way it makes his pictures look. I don't think he uses it because the photos would be bad otherwise. Smith has a good eye. Just look at the Curves photo on his Flickr account (the 14th image from the end) and you'll see what I mean. In his best pictures at the Coffee and Tea Room, like in German Romanticist Novalis' writings, nature feels directly connected to the sublime.

Part of me wishes Smith would own Photoshop as a legitimate artistic tool. It, like a pencil or a brush, has capabilities and there are artistic ways of using it. If labor is the key problem here, there are many ways of working in Photoshop that are time-consuming and that take patience and skill. His particular method, slight enhancement, isn't one of these but if he decided that Photoshop was a primary interest of his rather than a begrudged pal, he could change this. What's so ethically different from collaging images in Photoshop and collaging magazines? Click and move isn't so far away from cut and paste and in terms of refinement, it's better.

Perhaps asking Smith to own Photoshop is asking him to be something he's not. He's interested in framing actual nature and longs to be in a dark room. He uses Photoshop casually to simulate dark room effects. Maybe this contradiction is what enlivens his work: an eye of the past with a tool of the future.

I've been kind of hard on Jeff (only because I expect a lot of him), so, I'll let him have the last word:

When you look at great photographers, and how they could get the perfect shot the first time its really amazing how well they understood composure and exposure and light balance and every single element of the photo. So if I want to get better at photography it seems logical that I should try to learn all those things too. Maybe its also because I'm kindof old school, and I don't think photography and other types of art mix well. I dont think it looks cool to use stupid effects on a photo and call it a photo. You can call it something else but not a photograph. Photoshop is great for all those multimedia design jobs, but manipulating a program and taking something and making it completely undiscernible and still calling it a photography just rubs me the wrong way. But perhaps it makes an interesting image. As you say, who's to argue?

Holiday Season

I hope everyone is having a happy and productive holiday season! I was in North Carolina last week and am in Jersey this week, celebrating with the fam. Blog postings will resume sometime in January when I'm back in Williamsport. Sorry for the delay.

Thanks for reading!

No Review--For Now

I enjoyed First Friday last night but due to my upcoming MFA Thesis show, I'm strapped for time and I have received no writings...stay tuned.

First Friday Reminder

Lycoming College
Student Holiday Exhibition and Sale
Reception: 4:00-5:30 December 4, 2008
Runs until Dec. 12

Just because the Governor's Awards for the Arts Week is over doesn't mean that Williamsport's creative spirit must go into hibernation. Let's carry the energy of our recent success forward to this Friday and beyond!

I've got a homework assignment for you Williamsport:

Bring a pen and notebook to First Friday, write down your thoughts about art that intrigues you, then when you get home, flesh out your response and send it to me at matthewparrish1@gmail.com for the Williamsport Art Blog. You've read my responses to local art and now I want to read yours.

Be sure that I'll be around Fourth Street doing the same thing and look for a new writing by Saturday morning if everything goes as planned.

Thank you for your time

Two Lights

Key of V

Equipped with voices as complimentary as V and E's and the innate beauty of the violin/guitar combo, Key of V achieve pretty easily. But these artists aren't satisfied with just pretty. They fight their songs with Alanis-like rambling, bursts of energy that bring Patti Smith to mind, and transitions that would make David Bowie proud. One can never infer an ending from any of their beginnings and yet--somehow--none of the songs sound random or forced. In a strange way, it's all still organic, like assemblage is naturally embedded in their intuition (rather than being a result of aesthetic upgrade due to external stimulus).

One might think that Joanna Newsom's relatively recent claim on childish inflection would overwhelm any such attempt by another act in the near future but not in this case. Whereas Newsom's vocals seem like they come from a lonely elf in a cave on a mountain, Key of V's are more like lights chasing each other in the city. Got it? Good.

Many times when I hear local music, I spend my listening time evaluating the performers' decisions. However, while experiencing the Key of V, I forget that I'm in Williamsport, I forget that I'm in the Coffee and Tea room, and I exist solely in their music. Key of V, due to the atmosphere created by their deft compositions and sisterly chemistry, become place. Whatever plane their playing creates is where I am.

You may accuse me of being overtly positive in my review but I don't see how I could be otherwise. By routinely performing here, the Key of V enrich our culture. Their playing is an experience that I enjoy every time and think about for days after.

It's good art, so, why not encourage it? Why must one always be critical? If you want to hear a tirade about bad art just catch me after I view common crap at the multiplex. "Rich people gone wild" should be the description of Hollywood in its current state. With that in mind, any artists/entertainers who craft their own bubble and invite us in for an engaging, adventurous, challenging, and ultimately pleasurable experience should be nurtured, promoted, and discussed. The Key of V are two artists whom I soulfully endorse.

Sir Ken Robinson

Sir Ken Robinson

I couldn't make it to Sir Ken Robinson's lecture at the Community Arts Center on Wednesday but after I heard several people raving about it, I became determined to find more information about him. Amidst my search, I found a lecture of his in its entirety at

http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html

I also found several snippets of lectures on Youtube.com like the following:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mddD1yGREKQ&feature=related

and more:

http://vodpod.com/search/browse?q=sir+ken+robinson

Anyway, part of the reason why I was so interested in finding information about him is because none of the people who were excited about his lecture could relay any concrete ideas of his for education reform. They were all excited, they had been entertained, and they kept talking about the importance of creativity but they couldn't articulate exactly what is wrong with the education system and how we can change it.

After watching several videos of him talking, I now know why: He's a great speaker, he's hilarious, he's very intelligent, he's a good storyteller, but he never, as far as I know (and part of my motivation for this post is that I hope people prove me wrong) communicates specific problems or specific solutions.

I'll take one of his statements and consider it: He argues that schools should treat creativity as important as literacy.

Every English teacher I know encourages kids to write. As a matter of fact, I just substituted for a language arts teacher at a middle school in Williamsport and she has the kids reading a short story by Ray Bradbury (The Whole Town's Sleeping) and then writing their own tale. What is creativity if it's not encouraging kids to write and teaching them them techniques that can improve their output? There were no constraints on their task besides "the content must be appropriate." The kids were free to be, and encouraged to be, as creative as they wished. My memories of schooling don't contradict this experience. I was consistently encouraged to write short stories in high school English classes. My high school (in South New Jersey), even though it was poor and mismanaged, had a creative writing class, three computer graphics courses, and a career art track.

He mentions that kids' talents are being squandered and that their gifts should be nurtured earlier and allowed to flourish more. While there may be some truth to the fact that some parents discourage their kids from the arts due to the dearth of economic opportunity is such fields, I find it hard to believe that schools repress kids' talents. Teachers that I know whole-heartedly encourage students to refine their gifts and to become the best artists they can be. Teachers are proud when one of their kids excels in anything, schools as well. If students have the slightest interest in any subject, their interest is cheered because it engages them with something other than video games, each other, or themselves regardless of whether they're fascinated by dance or science.

Now, at a time when budgets are shrinking, promoting creativity may be necessary because we all know that the arts are the first to be cut when money's short. But I would argue that history, science, math, and literature give students the necessary tools they need to be effectively creative. Without this core of knowledge, what are kids making art about? All writers and artists I know are amateur scientists. They've got an extensive interest in things and what things are made of.

Robinson says the current education system is made to train children to be professors and that this path isn't the right one for every kid. Both are true. School is geared towards making every child an academic and this path is erroneous. However, the answer doesn't lie simply in making them more creative. What about making them handy? What I mean is: aren't carpentry and mechanics just as important in solving this problem? And carpentry provides kids with a path that gives them enough material knowledge to be great artists and skills that can make them money.

I don't want to ramble on for too long here. My main point is that Robinson's language is hopelessly bogged down in vague notions of "creativity." What I want to know is what exactly he wants teachers to do differently than they are now. Or what exact changes should be made in the educational system besides "focusing more on creativity."

Photos from the Avenue of the Arts

The Pajama Factory:

Java Juice:

Le Chocolate:

Docent Arts:


Lycoming College Multimedia Gallery:

BREAKING NEWS -- POETRY IN WILLIAMSPORT

Dear Gentle Reader,

I cannot be sure of what I heard tonight at the Poetry Slam in the J.V. Brown library--some may call me mad--but I if I did not report my findings I would feel selfish, like I'd been privy to a great secret of the world and had kept it all to myself. There is, and the reliability of my senses depends on it, for those who yearn for more than America's Next Top Model, for those who are unsatisfied with talking heads on television, for those who detect the slight value of pop lyrics, and for those who seek a community of refined minds, a great poetry scene in Williamsport.

Let me tell you of Larry Bassett, a man whose funny bone extends through his entire skeleton and whose personality flares from every pore, setting any room ablaze with life, life, boundless, quirky, vibrant life. http://lawrencebassett.com/

Let me tell you of Tara Holdren, a woman whose words rush and roar like a rollercoaster but stick and hold like a web. She leaps from poetic to frank and back so quickly you might mistake one for the other.

Let me tell you of Fiona Siobhan Powell, a woman whose tales, stocked with the historical depth of Celtic lore, lull you into warm comfort as they slowly choke your heart or welcome you into nature as if you've just been born again. http://www.fionasfable.com/

I feel as if living has just been advanced to the next level, upgraded to a new plane, endowed with another layer, and thoroughly seeded. For all those who missed out, I can only hope that this meeting of souls and syllables occurs again in the near future.

From Court to Museum

By LEAH MATHER
matlea63@pct.edu

WILLIAMSPORT—The Dog Museum by Brad Holland is based on an idea he had for years after his divorce. The acrylic on panel painting is part of an exhibit titled Third Eye in the Gallery at Penn College, and it was created to cover a book.

“I got this assignment for a book called Inside the Dog Museum, and I thought, ‘Perfect,’” said Holland.

He recalls when he was getting divorced he filed the papers at the New York City Supreme Court building. The same building was used in Miracle on 34th Street; he saw it as a “great, old building” and imagined it in 200 years with dogs roaming through it.

“There were all these pillars in this building,” he said. “My idea was horizontal, and it had [those] pillars.”

For his idea, he wanted to paint a lot of “wolf-like” dogs, but the book’s dogs were little pit bulls. Transforming his thoughts meant tracking a stranger, who was walking a pit bull, around the streets one night.

“I just followed them around for a while and visualized the dogs walking and then came home and painted them in,” he said.

For the assignment, his idea also became vertical, and the pillars became more dramatic. “It kind of grew as I went,” he said, remembering.

In the end, The Dog Museum includes a variety of whites, grays, and blacks that stretch up past the canvas, 7 small dogs, and allows everyone who sees it to judge the book by it’s cover.

---------

Thanks to Leah for being the first to send a writing to the blog! I realize there hasn't been much activity in the last week but I've been down in Philadelphia. Now that I'm back...I'm ready to collect writings for next week's exciting events...check back here frequently for updates.