August Show - underGROUND

Now showing through August 27, 2009

by Beverly Naidus

Earlier this summer (June 2009) I had the privilege to work with dancers, composers, writers, performance and visual artists at Earthdance in western Massachusetts. While being introduced to the ways that these artists exposed ecological issues in their work, I was offered a deeper connection with the dance form, “contact improvisation.” One dancer described the form to me as a process of sharing weight. I participated in a Dance Jam that included a man in a wheel chair and people of different ages and sizes. Once I moved from sketching in my journal onto the dance floor, I was hooked. Excited by the liberating aspects of creating meaning through movement, something I had understood in an earlier chapter in my life, I was compelled to bring this energy back to my studio on Vashon.

Instead of approaching this new body of work with strategies that are well known to me, I decided instead to move through my tiny studio space, and the adjoining woods, trails and garden, like a dancer, scavenging weight, form and texture within my local environment. At times I was reaching in many directions, seemingly at once, drawing, sewing, gluing, sculpting, tearing, rummaging through drawers, picking things up and moving with them, tying things together, in very unfamiliar rhythms. At other times, I found habitual gestures provided a comfortable launching pad for deeper work. The tactility of found materials and a constant shifting of weight were necessary to deal with often challenging sources of inspiration: the things that are underground, under the radar, most easily avoided, but need attention. My process allowed me to be more fluid in my emotions and less self-censoring as I unearthed imagery and metaphors that would not have been discovered through a more intellectual approach.

The results of this improvisation are a series of wall hangings and sculptures, often inhabited by small, sculpted heads and figures, animating each piece. Mulberry bark and translucent paper became skin-like forms to be pierced and sewn with stories about nuclear weapons and toxic dumps. When the difficult material became too weighty, I shifted poses and perspectives, opening up to humor and a reconstructive vision of the world, where gardens transform the muck swept under the rug for so many years. Both soft and sharp, the work has an anthropological quality, like artifacts of this moment.

Some of my early work (from the late 1970’s and through the 1980’s) dealt with nuclear nightmares, and were audience-participatory, inviting the community to share their stories about nuclear war. During the Reagan presidency, when a “hot war” seemed very close to the surface, many audience members were eager to share their fears, anxieties and hopes. My site-specific installations, exhibited in New York City, Los Angeles, London, and Minneapolis offered visitors the possibility of moving beyond our despair into communities empowered to dismantle the nuclear arsenal. Now, post-Bush, with a worsening plethora of social problems, from economic to environmental, I continue to use my art to confront what is sick in our society and to remind myself of what is whole and possible, just around the corner from our fears. Ultimately my art is a meditation on the paradox of living in this time with an open heart and a sense that the future has not yet been decided.

Biography:

Beverly Naidus has lived on Vashon since 2003, when she took a position teaching interdisciplinary arts (with a focus on art for social change) at the University of Washington, Tacoma. She has shown her work internationally and it has been written about in several significant books about contemporary art.

She is the author of the recently released, Arts for Change: Teaching Outside the Frame (New Village Press, 2009). Her website is www.artsforchange.org.

She is the mother of Sam Oak Naidus Spivey (age 14) and the life partner of Bob Spivey, founder of SEEDS (www.socialecologyvashon.org).

Treasure Hunt: Rumors and Clues

Update: By our count, Team Jesse was leading the pack, having located four map sections. Team Jesse was followed closely by Team Thunder Cloud. A fifth map section will likely be discovered today. This piece can be reached by surveying the section from a high vantage point with a spyglass. Seekers who are tough enough to reach this map section from mud level, they will likely discover a bonus clue for their efforts.


For those of you catching up, there’s buried treasure on Vashon Island. Yep, that is the truth.

Treasure hunters amassed in Vashon’s town center last night, scouring for clues. They are looking for twelve fragments of an ancient map that will lead a lucky team to the prize, fabulous gems looted by Napoleon’s army.

Let us indulge in a bit of history: In 1812, Napoleon’s Grand Army entered Moscow. As winter approached, the Grand Army realized that they were running out of food. The army’s supply lines had been cut-off. The Russians had burned all the food in the city left the cupboards bare. They abandoned their city and hid in the countryside.

However, the sensible Russians left behind treasures and gold. After all, you can swallow a small sapphire but it doesn’t taste very good.

With the Russian winter coming, the Grand Army began to retreat. Some of the foolish soldiers thought they could carry looted gold bullion and other imperial treasures. It wasn’t long before Napoleon’s men discarded the heavy treasures as they tried to walk home to Paris.

In Napoleon’s Army was a group of Saxons. Fifty or so Saxons deserted Napoleon’s army during the retreat. With them, sewn into their clothes, were the Baranov gemstones.

We gossiped and fibbed our way through many Vashon stories about the mysterious, Balkan cigarette man named Ramos (isn’t that a Spanish surname, by the way?).



We heard how Zamfir’s was going to hurt Granny’s Attic and bankrupt the clinic. There were plenty of racial slurs that made no sense. How can one be precisely racist while being completely ignorant about a person’s heritage?

Sea Change Tattoo was in cahoots with Zamfir. Pawn shops were bad because island teens would hock the family toaster oven for drug money.

I heard nothing about the American dream or the reverie of entrepreneurship in Hard Times. Some folks would rather see a line of boarded storefronts than a place to sell Grandpa’s trombone.

We enjoyed several versions of this vignette:

Three Japanese men (sometimes told with two Chinese, or maybe Koreans) entered Movie Magic and asked (in heavy accent) for pornographic movies in hushed voices. The folks at Movie Magic courteously explained that they did not carry hard core. Instead, they offered up Mickey Rourke’s ridiculously erotic 9 ½ Weeks (in VHS only).

The unhappy men wanted nothing from Mickey. When they couldn’t find It on our fair isle, they envisioned opening their own shop. What an opportunity! Nine thousand souls lacking a convenient outlet to purchase pornography.

[Footnote: The Wall Street Journal says porn is recession-proof. Try investing in a porn mutual fund like Fidelity’s Millennial Snuff Fund.]

The strangers did not read English well. As they left, they saw shady Zamfir’s across the street. They misread ‘Pawn’ as ‘Porn.’

The Japanese did not want competition, especially from European gypsies, known to ruthlessly guard their porn and cigarette enterprises. Challenge a Romanian or a Greek or a Turkman (whatever) and you could lose an ear in a knife fight. Or worse.

The way we see it, Zamfir saved Vashon from an Asian porn epidemic.

Valise, Contents Revealed.

A Smashing Good Show.

Thank you, Vashon Island for making our first show so successful.
Thank you for the turnout and enthusiasm.
Thank you, Britt for being part of the venture.