Renewal

It's almost dark outside; I've had my tea and carrots, and I've paid my bills. I'm just now sitting down to write. What happened to the day? I can answer that: I spent half of it looking for a lost painting, a painting that should be here but vanished.

I'm finally getting around to reading "Rats," by Robert Sullivan (last year's x-mas present) and in the chapter titled "Unrepresented Man," Sullivan writes about a guy named Jesse Gray.  Gray organized rent strikes in New York, using the symbol of a rat to show what life was like in Harlem—in a word, squalid. I bring it up because Gray worked at a time, in the sixties, when the conceit of urban renewal was killing the city, "paving over old neighborhoods in New York in the name of progress." According to Sullivan and everyone else on the subject, the master schemer of this way of thinking was builder Robert Moses, who squashed opposition and smashed flat functioning neighborhoods, replacing them with high rises, isolating and alienated the very people who ended up living in them.

Robert Moses

I bring this up because, while reading, it sparked a memory of a neighborhood in the West Village where I spent some time; a beautiful tree-lined street with an old Jewish cemetery and a plaque on an elegant 19th century townhouse, which proclaimed Charles Ives lived there.

 The Second Cemetery 

of the Spanish and Portuguese Synagogue

Shearith Israel, 1805-1829

(W. 11th St. btw 5th and 6th Ave)

 

I hadn't realized at the time but this street, and further west, was saved by Jane Jacobs, an activist and writer, around the same time Gray was operating in Harlem. 

 Jane Jacobs

Jacobs' activism was hatched when she tried to save her own West Village neighborhood from Moses, who wanted to build the Lower Manhattan Expressway through Washington Square Park. Jacobs and other residents organized and fought Moses and aligned city bureaucrats, and won! You might know her for her seminal book, "The Death and Life of Great American Cities," (1961), a treatise on what makes a city livable, still studied in colleges today. She may be the most influential thinker urban planning has ever had, yet she didn't have a college degree and never studied the subject.

But, okay, bear with me, I bring this up because, and this is really what i'm trying to get at, Jacobs used to go around as a child talking to her imaginary friend Benjamin Franklin, explaining how things in the modern world worked. He would ask questions, and she would answer and they'd have whole conversations, a regular talker that Franklin. What ties Jacobs, who ended up living in Toronto, to Boston (a city you cannot accuse of urban planning) is that Beantown is dominated by Franklin, who, like Jacobs, was an observer of life and a believer in good common sense. He's called the father of American pragmatism, for heaven's sake. Next time I gaze up at this statue I will think of Ben and Jane, and how much our urban spaces owe to both of them. 

Benjamin Franklin at Old City Hall

And to our city rats!

Well, perhaps that's stretching it, but there must be a connection between Ben and Jane and rats and urban planning, don't you think? When we got back from the east coast, where we spent Thanksgiving, I looked anew at my rats. Do they make observations? use common sense? I don't know the answer to that, but I admire their tenacity for living. Here are my own rats most recent portraits: Blu and Lily.

 
(never noticed before, but Blu looks a little like Jane Jacobs, don't you think?) 

 









                          
                                                                                                      (scared Lily)

Dog over Manhattan

Toot Toot!

Excuse me for tooting my own horn, but I just found out that a drawing I did a year ago has been used to illustrate a story in the newly released book, Still the Same Hawk; Reflections on Nature and New York, published by Fordham University Press. The drawing itself was controversial and although the editorial assistant wanted it for the cover, it was nixed because it showed a dog's penis. But he, Will Cerbone, my savior, fought for it and the powers that be finally decided that it wasn’t going to kill anyone if they saw it, so they used it, and I thank them. 

Dog over Manhattan

The illustration accompanies Robert Sullivan's story, "The Dark Side; or, My Time Spent in the Nature that People would Rather Not Think About." Sullivan is the author of many books, one of which is titled, RATS: observations on the history and habitat of the city's most unwanted inhabitants.

Thanks also to Melissa Cooper who commissioned the painting for her wonderful nature blog, outwalkingthedog. Here is the original post: http://outwalkingthedog.wordpress.com/2011/04/25/city-hawk-snatches-chihuahua/

More about the new book at: fordhampress.com, search for "Still the Same Hawk."

Winter Sky, library and some drawings

Day after election, caught on the wind, these words:  
"All I want from Obama in the next four years," said jogging guy to buddy, "is something small, humble and achievable."  Small, humble and achievable. That stray bit of conversation became my mantra for the rest of the day: smallhumbleandachievable; smallhumbleandachievable. I kept repeating those words like a prayer.

White sky tonight coming home from the Central Library, where Jonathan Letham and Daniel Mendlesohn (The Lost) were in discussion about the "essay." Their conversation flowed back and forth about writing, about structure, about length and form; about fiction v. faction, (i.e., what is made up, possibly based on fact, or not, versus what is fact, based on one's own perceptions, which may be, or not, true, got that?). Nothing was said about politics, though we were all floating on the historic moment.  

For someone who's been working nights, it was nice to be back in the library hearing a weighty discussion about ideas. Something I'm realizing from taking courses at Art Center: artists don't necessarily tell you why they do the things they do. They don't sit around discussing the who, why, where, when and what fors like writers do, like these writers did so openly tonight. They handle "what's behind the curtain" (Jonathan L's reference to why he began writing essays) in a different way. 

Whenever it snowed in Louisville, where I grew up, the sky would turn white, like it did tonight. I can see that winter sky, with bare cold branches silhouetted against it, the clouds low and heavy, with a light snow coming down, making the road slippery. Let's say I'm heading out of the East End in my VW, through the park towards downtown, taking the curves with a slide.

For most of my childhood I didn't even know real artists existed, and definitely not in Louisville, but one day I saw an ad in the newspaper announcing an art show in the West End, so my friend H and I went, and we discovered that the West End, or, as it was called back then, the black section of town, wasn't so far away, certainly not as far as we'd been told. Also discovered were real artists, living real artists' lives, and from that point on, we went back as often as we could, or at least til the end of senior year. During that winter, the sky was the same in the West End as it was in the East End, with those dark bare branches silhouetted, and I was amazed it had taken this long to find out.

 

Bringing art back into my life is like revisiting the West End, meeting artists who approach life in mysterious ways, taking bits of reality, mixing it with how they see the world and producing something more beautiful than beautiful, truer than true, realer than real, or the converse, taking something and destroying it, the same as writers do, framing, structuring, making shit up, exploiting circumstance, forming words into what isn't necessarily real, but true.

 

Some drawings/paintings from my contemporary illustration class with the Clayton Brothers, Christian and Rob. Check out their incredible work at: www.claytonbrothers.com/

ALOUD Program at LAPL: www.lfla.org/aloud 

Click on pics to see as slideshow. 
 

HINT

If you—the two of you, you know who you are—are still looking for the rat, I am leaving one more hint, a pretty big hint due to the fact that there is only one day left. Here is a comic I made, showing that I am w-a-l-k-i-n-g down my hill. If you know where that is, then you are almost there. Find the secret gate and climb over and it's in sight (to your right, how much more explicit can I get?? Gee, I must really want to make some T-shirts!)! Okay, good luck!

Full details at: http://theratsnestcontest.blogspot.com/


UPDATE:

A WINNER! 

I'm proud to announce the winner of the Rat's Nest Contest! Many people came by to look at the rat, but only one person found it on her own. Congrats Jenna! I believe you were determined to find it when you wrote "Tomorrow morning or Bust!"
 
Jenna Blaustein and Rat
 

 

CONTEST! UPDATES! WINNERS!

Dear Readers;

Last week I had a mid-life crisis and created a contest called The Rat's Nest Contest, but as you know, there can be no contest without contestants, and so far, the Rat's Nest Contest has zero. Despite the low turnout (!) the challenge to look for the korner/ed rat and win a one-of-a-kind Rat's Nest T-shirt continues. Deadline is October 31st (midnight!)

To summarize: I drew a rat somewhere in Mt. Washington:

 korner/ed rat

Here is the area where the rat lives:

And here are the updated rules:

The first ten people to find the rat will receive a-one-of-a-kind Rat’s Nest T-shirt, looking something like this: 

 

Here are some photos of friends I dragged into the canyon to see the rat.

Molly


Julie S and Augie

And one clever pic from my friend Melissa who wins a T-shirt in xxxxxxxxxxsmall:

So, dear readers, I hope I have wet your whistle to join in the fun. For further details of The Rat's Nest Contest go to:

http://theratsnestcontest.blogspot.com/



Sincerely yours,


The Rat's Nest

Making Things by Hand: North Bennet Street School

Let's do something pleasant today, like not follow the talking heads spinning off their axes after the debate...Let's turn to violins, instead!

 

two violins in fieri

While on the east coast I visited Katrina, my son's girlfriend, who goes to North Bennet Street School. Every hear of it? Me neither, but I wanted to take a look. The school's located in Boston's Little Italy section, one of the more interesting areas of the city, and is known for teaching traditional crafts: cabinetry, fine furniture, piano tuning, jewelry, book binding and violin construction. 

Inside, students make beautiful, functional objects. Tools serve as these students' books. And obsolete machinery, the kind you'd find a hundred years ago, is everywhere. 

 Book Presses

 more presses

 Inside the cabinetry shop

K makes books. She sits at her desk all day and works with her hands, practicing tooling, gilding, gouging, binding, and constructing book covers and boxes. She makes her own paper too, or when she has the money, buys it from Cave Paper, a Minnesota company that makes paper, like witches (if they made paper), in big bubbling vats inside a cave.

 

K works on gouging, while her benchmate Jeanne works on a box

 

Guilding tools, called fillets and gouges

Handmade books, bound two different ways,

with different papers and covers

Upstairs, above the bookbinders, are the violins. Gorgeous, glowing, intricate: one student said if you're off one centimeter you can ruin 6 months of work. The teacher is diligent and patient, overseeing students' work for three years. What these students were doing was nothing short of extraordinary— making two violins at once!

Danny shows his duo violins' delicate necks

 another student chisels the scroll

A small article appeared in yesterday's LA Times about the Polish violinist Bronislaw Huberman (1882-1947). 

According to the article, the city of Czestochowa is renaming its orchestra after Huberman, a Jewish violin virtuoso and native son. But what intrigued me most was wondering what violin he used. I looked: it was the Gibson Stradivarius, ex-Huberman, ex because it was stolen twice, once, in 1919, out of a Viennese hotel room, and returned, and the next time, in 1936, out of Huberman's Carnegie Hall dressing room by a musician named Julian Altman. Altman went on to use it for the next 50 years! On his deathbed, he confessed to his wife, who returned the violin and received $236,000. When Joshua Bell bought it in 2001 he paid 4 mil. Violins have lives like you and me, only longer and more expensive!

Katrina doesn't quite know where all this is taking her— book conservation? art? academia? She may continue in a PhD program, or she may just continue making beautiful books and paper. What ever she does she will use her hands.

Katrina,

holding a hand made treat for a friend 

Comparatives and Superlatives

There's something nostalgic about the fall, the dimming light, the closing door, the end in sight, but it's also an opening, at least for Jews at the high holidays, into a new year, a new focus, a renewal of strength and energy. But what a contradiction, opening and closing at the same time— Good G-d, make up your mind!

And that would be a god I—wavering on this point—no longer believe in. We had a long discussion about this very thing yesterday at Rabbi Singer's: the pull between knowing god and not knowing, not finding, not solving; using the word to know, find, solve, vs. getting stuck in the word, which is so wholly inadequate and misleading. You must love! You must love! said God to Hosea, said Rabbi Singer to his tribe, meaning you must love all of humanity, the message we tucked away in our pockets and then, counting the minutes, the seconds until the end of the fast, praying for the services to be over finally, we walked outside and ate. 

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Comparatives and Superlatives

Fall on the east coast is certainly lovely...

 Lovely light!

 Fall on the east coast with your kids is certainly even lovelier...

Lovely texting!

Fall on the east coast with your kids being as crazy as they were when they lived with you is certainly the loveliest of all, the most fun, the most satisfactory, to see them being so goofy, to being their true blue selves.

True bluest

 ...and then there's skateboarding!

 

True black and blue

Skateboarding in Providence, R.I. at India Point Park on Narragansett Bay.

(Click on pics to see as slideshow.)