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Artist makes much ado about nothing

February 1st, 2009, 6:01 am by Tony

Matty Jankowski knows nothing.

And he knows a lot about it.

The idea of ‘nothing’ is something I’ve played with a long time,” he said. “It’s a great debate. It’s a fun, lighthearted conversation.”

The artist’s latest installation was in one of three display windows dedicated to work by the Panama City Artists organization in the breezeway of the Sherman Arcade downtown. His collection of collages, prints, text and found objects was called “Nothing.”

“When they asked me what I was gonna do for the installation, I said, ‘Nothing,’” Matty said. “I had just done ‘Nothing’ about a month or so ago out at Pier Park for the street painting. People worked for hours and days doing their paintings of Renaissance masters and great new artwork, and I wound up doing ‘0+0=0,’ which is nothing.”

He shrugged.

Some mathematicians argue that,” he said.

Matty said he was inspired by reconsidering the work of conceptual artist George Brecht, who died early in December. Brecht was part of the Fluxus movement, which was mischaracterized in part as being “anti-art.”
The central idea — an approach Matty has taken often in art projects and performances — was to make people think about art, what is or isn’t art, and what the use of everyday objects and empty spaces could mean.

“It’s what happens now that you’ve created the space,” he said, “doing things with space, filling space or not filling it.”

Matty pointed out that nothing can be found everywhere. Or rather, it can’t be found, but that absence is proof of its presence. Are you following this?

Never mind. It’s nothing.

Matty, whose most recent work will be part of the annual “Heartbeats” exhibit opening at the Gallery Above on Friday, has worked with nothing before, such as performance pieces involving tattoos from an empty ink machine. As he described the pieces he assembled for Nothing, he outlined how art sometimes manifests itself through the juxtaposition of seemingly unrelated objects, and sometimes through “happy accidents.”

“It isn’t what we planned it to be, but it is what it is, and that’s the bottom line on nothing, I guess,” he said. “It’s what you want it to be.”

Or not.

Peace.

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Some ado about Nothing

January 26th, 2009, 12:00 pm by Tony

Matty Jankowski lives and breathes art. It’s what occupies his mind and even casual conversation. He pushes the definition of common ideas into new frameworks. Here’s a good example:

Given the opportunity to fill a display case with his art, he said he’d be glad to. Asked what he planned to put there, he said “Nothing.”

Check out the video to make sense of this:

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Arts and Literature night

January 16th, 2009, 1:04 pm by Tony

I’ll be participating in the second annual Arts Night at the Unitarian/Universalist Fellowship of Bay County tonight from 7 to 9 p.m. The Fellowship is located at 1410 Airport Road in Panama City, at the intersection of Lisenby and Airport Roads.

Admission is FREE and light refreshments will be served, free of charge.

The evening will begin with jazz piano by Jeanine “Dr. Jazz” Normand, from Fairhope, Ala.

I will be reading from my fiction work, and Lynn Wallace of Gulf Coast Community College will read selections from his original prose and poetry. Both of us will have copies of our books available for purchase at our tables.

Local artist Jim Davis’ paintings will be displayed throughout the building. Jim will be showing some of his work from the 1970s and 80s that has never had a public showing before. His artwork will be available for purchase.

Rug-weaver and jewelry-maker Emily Pritchard will have her work set up for display and for sale.

The Panama City Belly Dance group will perform. Group leader Kira Burdeshaw will talk about the history and ancient traditions of the dance.

Says organizer (and flutist) Paul McAuliffe: “Last year we had a full house and hope to be just as successful this year. Please join us in our celebration of the arts!” For more information contact Paul McAuliffe at ravenbear47@yahoo.com

Maybe I’ll see you there?

It really is a wonderful life

December 19th, 2008, 3:21 pm by Tony

Among the holiday traditions at the Simmons compound is sitting down with some hot cocoa to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life.” (Though it’s also true my kids actually gather to watch my eyes mysteriously water at various times throughout the movie.)
The tale of George Bailey, a good hearted man who sacrifices his dreams to make life richer for others, is a true American classic. If Jimmy Stewart had never made another movie, his name would be cemented in film history for the humanity and desperation he brought to this role.
George does the right thing, even when it means foregoing his own desires, and his seeming reward for this is to find himself facing prison, financial disaster and humiliation for his family because of another man’s evil deed. Mr. Potter tells George he’s worth more dead than alive, and in that moment of hopelessness, George believes the lie. He thinks his family and friends would be better off without him, and that his insurance policy is all there is of value about him.
He wishes he had never been born.
George is blessed to see the world as it would have been without him in it. He learns how even his slightest remarks and actions made a difference in someone’s life, and they in turn enriched his world. The lesson being, a man of integrity and truth often interacts with others without even having to think about it, and may never understand the impact he can have on others — or how that impact reverberates back into his own life.
Now, don’t get me wrong, but I think there are plenty of Mr. Potters whose absence would make (or would have made, in their day) a better place of this old world. And not just those that are or ought to be behind bars; there are multitudes behind desks or countertops, or behind the wheel of a car or a wall of lawyers or a legion of goons — who we’d never miss if they disappeared.
But that’s not what this movie is about: We never even see if Mr. Potter gets his just desserts (although a hilarious Saturday Night Live skit of the movie’s “alternate ending” shows the townspeople taking vengeance on Potter.)
This season, the movie resonates for different reasons. This has been a year of struggle, heartache and loss for many of us, and we may wonder what good it does to keep up the fight. What you may not see in that darkest hour is how many lives you actually touch, or have touched in your time — or those you will affect as you continue. The payoff may not be what you expect. In fact, it probably won’t be.
But don’t give up. It really is a wonderful life.
Peace.

There’s still hope …

November 17th, 2008, 7:46 am by Tony

if trying to cope /with a misanthrope:

The greatest challenge in producing Moliere’s “The Misanthrope” at Gulf Coast Community College, said director Jason Blanks, had nothing to do with the elaborate costuming or the historical accuracy of the setting.

It wasn’t even the usual challenge the leading actors face of learning a vast number of lines.

“One of the unique challenges of doing Moliere or any of the classic French comedies is it’s done in rhymed couplets,” Blanks said. “The challenge is to make sure that it doesn’t sound like an elaborately costumed Dr. Seuss book.”

Webster defines “misanthrope” as a person who hates or distrusts all people. In Dr. Seuss terms, he’d be something of a Grinch — cuddly as a cactus, charming as an eel.

The show opened Friday, and has a matinee performance today at 2:30 p.m. Encores will be Nov. 21 and 22 at 7:30 p.m. and next Sunday at 2:30 p.m. Tickets are $10 for adults, $5 for kids under 18; GCCC students, faculty and staff get free admission with a college ID.

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In this play, the titular character (played by Nathan Simmons, who may want to start worrying about being typecast) is blinded by his infatuation with a flirtatious woman (Allison Fleckenstein) who embodies all the qualities that he dislikes in other people.

(Personal note: Don’t mistake this column for an unbiased examination of the production. I know most of the young men and women involved, and I contributed to the procreation of one of them. Having said that, what I saw of dress rehearsal on Wednesday was pretty darn funny.)

“You have to make it sound normal — normalized speech — but also there are points where accentuating the rhyme scheme actually makes it funnier,” Jason said. “So it’s skating the fine line between normal speech and heightened rhyming speech.”

The misanthrope in question engages in wordplay throughout the show, sometimes mimicking the delivery of his intended’s other suitors. Compared to those fops, he’s a bad banana with a greasy black peel.

Certainly, the style won’t work for everyone, but you shouldn’t mistake it for Shakespeare: There’s no iambic pentameter, the scenes are more madcap romantic/comedy style than that, and the rhymes come fast and furious, often disguised in the witty dialogue. Part of the fun is seeing what words will be matched and how they’ll be played.

That, and seeing if the misanthrope’s heart grows three sizes that day.

Peace.

Halloween ends too soon

November 7th, 2008, 1:17 pm by Tony

It all passed too quickly, and the music didn’t linger.

In the Hammocks neighborhood, the music of the night was the giggling of costumed children who spent the early evening hours of All Hallows Eve rushing house to house and filling bags, pillowcases and boxes with treats. Hannah Montana was as ubiquitous as the many clones of Batman and Spider-Man, and some put more effort than others into their presentation.

More than a few of the goodie bags extended on this evening were grasped by children wearing no costume at all to cover their street clothes. But their lack of effort just made the imaginative one stand out all the more, like the child dressed as a mouse in a trap, or the little turtle who paused to model her head gear and berate me for rushing her before speeding along the sidewalk to the next house.

Before we knew it, the streets were empty. The ghouls had gone home to nurse stomachs packed too full of sweets. Porch lights all around were extinguished.

Later that night, in a house near downtown Panama City, the music was delta blues, but it carried an eerie edge, almost the whine of a theremin, like you’d hear in a 1950s sci-fi film. The keening moan came from a saw wedged between the knees of artist Heather Clements, who flexed the metal and excited it with a bow.

She accompanied guitarist and singer Slim Fatz, who worked the strings of a box guitar and sang the blues.
The location was the UnReal Artists Gallery, 839 Oak Ave., which was hosting an after-hours Halloween “Spooktacular.”

Host and owner Paulette Perlman encouraged guests to take a candle and wander through the darkened back rooms of the house on a self-guided art tour. They moved carefully, studying walls adorned with art — paintings, collections of objects, photographs, and a room decorated with ghosts and spider webs. Some held their candles perilously close to the work to pick out details.

Outside, in the “outdoor house,” the air was cool and clear. Though people milled and mingled, nothing went bump in the night.

Before we knew it, morning broke with Christmas music in the retail stores and on the radio. Jingle bells rang as crumpled Jack O’Lanterns dropped into garbage cans and candy wrappers got scooped off the floor. The sudden change was jarring, but then I had a flash of Jack Skellington in his Santa suit, and realized everything was going to be OK.

Peace.

Fame Fleeting …

October 20th, 2008, 7:57 am by Tony

… for shooting Andy Warhol

Despite (or perhaps because of) his professed superficiality, Andy Warhol would have appreciated the irony and even might have been amused by the artistic value of the stunt.
It happened one evening last month at the Gallery Above. Local artist Matty Jankowski arranged to have three young women (Tabitha, Mary and Amanda) show up to act as
models, and he supplied his own piece of artwork a portrait of, Warhol printed on a discarded muffler and mounted on a bedpost, to serve as the centerpiece.
His concept: “Shooting Andy Warhol.”

(Click here to see a photo gallery from the event.)

(Click here to see VIDEO of the event.)

Matty started by giving the audience a history lesson via published reports and essays, bringing them up to speed on Warhol’s philosophies of art, death, time and reality. Tabitha sat with a wood-handled revolver in her lap and read aloud the tale of how Warhol got plugged in the chest by an unbalanced and marginal member of his Factory scene one day in June 1968.
Then the virtual carnage began. Toting real guns, the models took turns aiming at the muffler, at each other, and at random points overhead and all around. They also traded off posing with an antique Polaroid, shooting each other shooting “Andy,” and in turn being shot by Matty and any other person holding a camera or using a cell phone camera.

Electronic flashes whirred and snapped. Hammers click-clickclicked as the triggers tripped. This continued in fitful starts and stops for a quarter-hour, reflecting Warhol’s famous pronouncement that, in the future, everyone would be famous for 15 minutes.
The audience was encouraged to participate further by writing about their experiences in a book Matty passed around. Some wrote notes or quick poems or sketches. I attached a short story I had read earlier in the evening.
The “shooting” spree was part of last month’s Open Mic Night, which next occurs from 7-9 p.m. Wednesday, Oct. 29. The Gallery Above is at 563 Harrison Ave. For details, visit galleryabove.com
As a photographer attempting to capture the other photographers as they stalked the models that night, I became acutely aware of the
audience, one step farther removed from the action, observing even me. It spun an already surreal happening into the realm of the absurd.
I had the experience of existing outside myself for a few strange minutes, and I think Andy could have sympathized.
Peace.

We all have light and darkness

October 10th, 2008, 12:59 pm by Tony

From light to darkness, two recent events on the same night reflected the dichotomy of this life. Wherever the sun shines, shadows fall, and even in uncertain hours, the familiar can be recognized.

As the evening started, breezes came in off the lagoon and the Lady Anderson passed silently in the night. Up on stage and under bright lights, an extended family reunited to share their music with restaurant patrons.

The Raders, late of the Ocean Opry, brought the sounds of gospel, country and Southern rock to the dockside Boatyard restaurant early in the evening of Oct. 3. A few hours later, across the bridge and up a narrow flight of stairs, the Gallery Above had an after-hours reception to open its October exhibit, the “Darkness” show.

There, conversations merged into the hum and rumble of electronic feedback. People mingled in the loft space to view art on display and body art in progress. Two young men in black bent over their instruments, a keyboard and a cannibalized guitar, urging scratches and moans into the air.

Moving from one into the other was like crossing from the known world into an undiscovered country, passing through an invisible membrane between the mundane and the mysterious. But in both experiences, joy was evident all around.

Back at the restaurant, patrons sat in small knots in low light, ate and drank, and listened to the family of musicians and singers performing familiar songs. Some danced, some giggled at the jokes and impressions, and some teared up when a song pulled heartstrings. Overall, the mood was light, filled with hearty hugs and waves of recognition, cheers and whistles and laughter, like a homecoming.

The Raders, young and old, celebrated their joy through music and laughter; Billy put on a bandana to sing in Willie Nelson’s nasal twang, and sawed a mean fiddle to the tune of “Orange Blossom Special.”

At the gallery, a diffuse red glow bathed the mob, evoking at once the warmth of life and the coming of night. Friends reunited, strangers met. Art lining the walls set a mood of whimsy tinged with danger, or perhaps a threat of pain behind a smiling facade. The mood was one of anticipation, of approaching and embracing the unknown.

The artists celebrated their bliss through art itself; as patrons circulated around them in the electronic ambience, two men painted the bodies of two young women. They later painted whoever requested it, a grownup version of the face-painting clowns found at so many events.

The Raders will next perform at Gulf World Marine Park on Oct. 25. Meanwhile, the Darkness show is open for viewing throughout October; go to galleryabove.com for details. Two more different things could not be more alike in providing a glimpse into the human heart.

Peace.

See photos and video of the Rader family and the Darkness show at newsherald.com

Mystery woman donates $5,000

October 6th, 2008, 7:18 am by Tony

The Project Joy Boots auction did not go precisely according to plan. And that’s a good thing. Held Sept. 26 at the Gulf Coast Community College “black box” theater lab, where Marisa Joy Williams spent so many of her days and nights working on productions, the auction of painted rain boots was a labor of love by her friends and family to raise money for a memorial scholarship.
Marisa died in a single-car accident on Feb. 23. She was 18. We like to think of her as our angel.
With the auction, we had expected only a modest return on our efforts. We had hoped
to sell at least half of the boots we’d gathered, and we hoped they would pull in a few hundred dollars.
But an angel of another kind sat in the black box audience, bidding on boots that otherwise might not have sold. Each time it became apparent a pair was getting no attention from bidders, this woman would bid $50 or $100 or $200.
She ended up with a total of nearly $900 in bids. But that’s not even the most fantastic part.
She paid with a wad of cash — $5,000 in cash. She would not give her name, and even though the donation was tax-deductible, she did not want a receipt. She also gave some of her newly acquired boots back to the artists or offered them to others at the auction.

She spoke to me briefly but would not tell me her name, and her words and demeanor moved me to tears. She said she had read about Marisa and the project in this paper, and she knew she wanted to participate. She hoped to set an example for her own child, she said. She came to the event planning to give a certain amount of money, and she wouldn’t bid on any boots in which other people showed interest.
“I pray that God blesses her in every area of her life,” Marisa’s mom, Donna, said of the mystery woman. “She truly is an angel to those of us who witnessed her generosity.”
As a result of her kindness, Project Joy Boots now has raised more than $8,000 toward endowing a perpetual scholarship in Marisa’s memory. (Tax-deductible donations still can be made to the Gulf Coast Community College Foundation; write “Marisa Joy Williams Scholarship Fund” on the “For” line
of your checks.)
Each fall and spring term, a technical theater major will receive a check to help him or her pursue the dream that Marisa was denied. Think of it as us trying to help someone pull themselves up by their bootstraps.

Their Joy Boot straps.

Peace.

Learn more about the project and see some photos here.

And here.

The Darkness Show

October 2nd, 2008, 2:43 pm by Tony

Check out this video for a sneak peek at the Gallery Above’s new show, which opens with a reception on Friday from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m.

Heather Clements pauses while setting up art for the 'Darkness' show.

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