“One can resist [oppression] only in terms of the identity that is under attack.” Hannah Arendt Men in Dark Times, 1968.

The title alone made me curious. Was Transparency a less than original descriptor of works made of glass? Was it an absolutely clever pointer redressing the invisibility of members of the LGBTQ+ community, who were the sole artistic contributors to the current exhibition of that name at the Museum of Glass (MOG) in Tacoma? Was it an invitation to shine the light on preoccupations and concerns of this particular community, only to reveal that these are often shared by us all, no matter what community we identify with? Was it a play on the fact that transparency is successfully used for purposes of camouflage in nature, as exquisitely demonstrated by jellyfish, South American glass frogs and clear wing butterflies?

The exhibit, first presented at the National Liberty Museum in Philadelphia during Pride month in 2017, will be on display in Tacoma until September 2020. It celebrates a wide range of subjects, methods and styles equal to the variability within the artistic community that produced these works. I counted the fact that the title alone made me think before I even physically entered the exhibit, as a success. As it turns out, one of many that this show delivers.

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One of the first pieces you encounter is a large disc heavily ornamented with white roses, reminiscent of a flowery Victorian doily. You see an eye, somewhat off center, which, eerily, begins to move, to blink, quite clearly spying on you. Where we Hide from No One (2017), a glass, Poly Vitro and video sculpture by Tim Tate, is part of a series that he connects to issues of commercial surveillance, a balancing act between needs for privacy and protection from threat, and as a reminder “that we are united in Orwellian defiance.”

Alternative interpretations readily come to mind. Peering out from behind an opaque surface to see if it is safe to come out, is reminiscent of what so many generations of the queer community had to do from hiding, just as the peeping Toms who did not dare to live their fantasies, peered in reverse. The saccharine display of clouds of little roses obscures the harsh reality underneath, just like seemingly frivolous costuming hides the hardness of lives often exposed to condescension if not outright condemnation.

Tate, Mount Rainier’s Washington Glass School Co-Director had his work The Endless Cycle from a different series represent the US at this year’s Glasstress, the adjunct event to the Venice Biennale. It elicits an illusion of infinity, also found in the piece specifically created for Transparency: We Rose Up (2017). The optical manipulation, looking from afar like the crown of a martyr, draws the gaze in, at times mesmerizing. It is a memorial to the legions lost to AIDS/HIV infections. Whether with mirrors, or more cutting edge videos, Tate’s incorporation of technology into a millennia-old medium creates striking effects, linking aesthetic form to social substance in innovative ways.

The tragedy of AIDS with its loss of an entire generation of men in the 1980s and 90s, appears in several works. Particularly moving was Jeff Zimmer‘s The Presence of Absence (2016) which depicts a skull overlaid with red crosses symbolizing AIDS and an etched phrase: “Your search – John Miles and Jeff Zimmer – did not return any documents.” Googling his formative first lover who died of the disease in 1995, the artist found no trace of him in the digital universe that contains multitudes of the rest of us.

One of the strengths of this show is derived from the fact that it is not just about loss somewhat specific to the LGTBQ+ community, like AIDS. All of us can relate to the mourning of lost loved ones through any kind of illness, most beautifully represented by Eric Hess who lost his husband to cancer. Swings (2017) depicts one intact, one broken swing, with its shadow resembling the shape of a chemotherapy infusion bag. The commonality of shared experience in some way magnifies the fact that there are additional burdens carried by this community that many of us who are not part of it are spared. I only wish that the existential threats to transgender people had also found their way into this display – the most recent statistics of their murders, 22 in 2019 alone, are staggering.

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Tales of loss and longing recur in this quiet show, told at times with wit and sometimes wistfulness. Take Joshua Hershman‘s Derealization (2017) for example. A panel of photographs, partially obscured by opaque glass, in front of a pin hole camera made of glass (Obscura, 2017), is open to multiple takes. On the one hand, it stands in mocking contrast to the Transparency title of the exhibit. On the other hand, it describes the clinical disturbance that many people who have been exposed to trauma or suffer from PTSD experience. Fogginess of surroundings and a sense that things are not real pervade the sensory up-take of those who have been severely harmed.

Somewhat explicitly sexual works are few and far between, cautiously stashed in corners. One wonders why, given that they exhibit the same dignity present in so many other strong pieces in this show. Whether they deal with ways to explore the malleability of the male gaze, as Amanda Nardone‘s Shatter (2017) does, or carefully tease the viewer’s obliviousness as to what the title could possibly imply, as does Walter Zimmermann‘s Pick of the Litter (2017), they make you think. My measure of success, as should be clear by now.

Works that focus on issues of gendered experience are also on display. What it means for women to break into the male dominated glass blowing world – I’ll spare you puns about glass ceilings – is beautifully captured in Kim Harty‘s To Signal to Summon (2016) which she describes as “ambiguous: A sparkling object trying to seduce or a reflective warning, signaling danger.”

Pink as in Revolution (2019) from The Wheel of Liberation Series by Sabrina Knowles and Jenny Pohlman is a circle of double-headed spears that evoke imagery of totem and power, of prayer wheels and meditation. Knowing that throughout their 25 year collaboration the two artists traveled wide and far, always searching for inspiration from women throughout time and civilizations, helps to trace the influences. As the artists explain:  “Regarding the symbology of our spears: to us they represent self-empowerment and freedom from oppression and were born from learning about the story of Nehanda during our 1997 Zimbabwe journey.”

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Washington State is often considered a LGTBQ+ friendly state. LGTBQ people are legally protected from discrimination; Washington enacted LGBTQ protections in 2006. Same-sex marriage has been legal since 2012, and same-sex couples are allowed to adopt. Conversion therapy on minors has also been illegal since 2018. The state has a new LGTBQ commission with Manny Santiago as executive director, the was created by the Legislature and signed into law by governor Jay Inslee in April 2019. The commission will identify the needs of and advocate for the lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer communities. The immediate goals are directed at assessing the laws that product this community, to establish a resource guide that can be easily accessed across the state, and to understand the needs of the various sub-segments of the population.

High on Santiago’s list is also education. The Museum of Glass’s current exhibition is certainly a step in that direction. Transparency teaches without ever sliding into didactic boredom.

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There is an ongoing discussion among producers, exhibitors and consumers of art regarding the role of identity politics. It is about more than “just” people of a particular race, ethnicity, gender, or religion forming alliances and organizing politically to defend their group’s interests. Hannah Arendt’s principle that one can resist only in terms of the identity under attack points to an important insight: people are not statistically, historically, or economically interchangeable. An economically secure White woman has a different existence from a poverty-stricken Black one. A CIS person is not exposed to the abuse and persecution that those labeled sexually deviant often were across history and cultures. Identity, when under threat, IS political. And the political space to explore the consequences of life as a minority and the implications of discrimination needs to be granted in public – even when it also invites ethnographic-nationalist identity politics that are currently sprouting like poisonous mushrooms on the fertile grounds of European and American right-wing movements.

To pinpoint a political identity that is under attack is a way to fight oppression, rather than a danger to inclusive, democratic values. Calls for a “shared humanity,” then, need to be heeded with caution, if they try to blot out what is the specific fate of a minority. On the other hand, demonstrations of what we all share can open the borders between groups, invite less defensive reflection and exploration. And this, I think, is what Transparency pulls off when it’s at its best.

For one, there is a focus on the human figure in gender-neutral or abstracting ways, whether we are looking at the work by Pearl Dick or Drew Mattei (I could not find a website, alas.)

For me, the most successful pairing was an installation of multiple abstracted figures, Transparent (2017), again by the perceptive team of Pohlman and Knowles, against a paint marker – mural by Natalie Hope McDonald The Line of Beauty (2019.) The figures, from the duo’s Hommage series, display fluent movements of necks, heads and shoulders, as if to turn to us or each other to form connections.

Connectedness is also the first impression you have when looking at the web of lines across the wall behind the installation. The intersections are sometimes in focus, sometimes partially obscured by the glass figures, and only eventually reveal the strong triangular elements that hold them together, a motif that is not only common in modern LGTBQ iconography, but was also used as identifier in Nazi persecution of members of this community.

The title of this piece by Niki Hildebrand, What affects one affects us all (2014) summarizes it perfectly: understanding, accepting and embracing connections allow us to act in solidarity with human beings whose identity was the source for persecution. MOG’s exhibit Transparency paves the way for such connection.

MUSEUM OF GLASS

1801 Dock Street, Tacoma, WA 98402

253.284.4750info@museumofglass.org

October 2019 – September 2020

I had let my membership at the Portland Art Museum lapse. Too much of the programming was, at best, not particularly interesting, at worst, block-buster annoying. I guess I’m not the kind who is fascinated by the history of luxury cars….

That said, there are always exceptions, some truly terrific exhibits slated, and I have always tried to report on those. Currently on show is an exhibit by 43-year old Brooklyn-based artist Hank Willis Thomas called All Things Being Equal…” I am happy to join the seemingly universal chorus of admirers singing the praises of this retrospective of profound work.

The reviews, for the most part, focus on much of what you expect about contemporary conceptual art dealing with issues of racism, sexism, violence and, yes, capitalistic oppression and exploitation. The New York Times tries to make it all about personal experience motivating art, the Guggenheim artist description focusses on “issues of identity, politics, popular culture, and mass media as they pertain to American race relations” which reappear in many evaluations of the current show, more or less verbatim (and with the word “intersection” frequently added…. ) Essays on art websites hone in on Thomas’ self description as a visual cultural archeologist. There is Cameron Hawkey’s assessment of the Portland show in our very own Portland Mercury, with enthusiasm that I share and with adjectives of tragic, intense, sincere, and slick, that I find overall fitting. Everyone agrees: the work is perceptive, incisive, historically relevant and innovative. What can one possibly add?

I have written about the general identity and politics focus in contemporary art by non-White artists for OregonArtsWatch when describing the Whitney Biennial (as it turns out, Rujeko Hockley who, together with Jane Panetta, curated the 2019 Whitney Biennial, is married to Willis Thomas.) So today I want to describe something different that struck me at the core of his work: the way he invites, if not forces, the viewer to interact with the art in ways that deepen an understanding of the issues at stake, or teach something about perspective, or lend a sense of agency that can be both, empowering and shaming. But first a (partial) outline of what is displayed.

There are some 90 pieces of his art on view at PAM. When you enter the sculpture hall at entrance level you are facing a circular arrangement of 16 28-foot -long ceiling-to-floor banners with appliquéd stars. Titled 14,719 and resembling the American flag (minus the stripes) each of these stars represents someone killed by gun violence. In 2018, mind you, a single year. You wouldn’t know that, of course, save for reading some statement in small print, or having gathered info about the exhibit beforehand. I assure you, most visitors don’t.

And yet, there is something so imposing, almost majestic about these banners that few people enter into the chapel-like interior. I waited patiently upstairs to get a shot, and finally asked painter Henk Pander who was my companion during this visit, to go downstairs and go inside after long minutes of observation with no one entering. Reverence is elicited even without knowledge of honoring the dead – is it reverence, then, for our national symbol?

Here is Thomas talking about his intentions: (the work was previously exhibited at FRIEZE 2018.)

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On the second floor, there are displays of photographs of African Americans that originated in professional advertisement; the images are cleaned of any text revealing what was up for sale, and the titles are changed in ways that use irony to direct the viewer to question what the true intentions and manipulations could have possibly been in that glitzy stock collection serving up cigarettes or the like. The series of digital prints elicits both a sense of familiarity (Oh, I remember those Virginia Slim ads!) and a double take when the new title opens a different perspective. The series called Unbranded: Reflections in Black of Corporate America 1968-2008)

A similar series, Unbranded: A Century of White Women 1915 – 2015 this time tackling the role of white women in advertisement, had less of a impact on me. Same set-up, original photos appropriated, text removed, titles invented. Perhaps it moved me less because there was a huge emphasis on preoccupation with beauty, which made these women seem equally victim to their own vanity as well as society’s sexist or misogynistic norms. Images that stressed white supremacy also assigned these women both victim and perpetrator status, when you were still reeling with what you had seen in terms of racist stereotyping and clear power differential in the first section. Here is the artist talking about his approach of reframing the images.

And yet, here I was thinking about branding for women, when I later encountered the gold-framed Feminist tote bag (for over $30 no less…) in the gift shop.

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Indeed much of what is on display seems at first glance reminiscent of commercial work to those of us exposed to ubiquitous advertisement throughout our life times. Branded, as the series is called, draws us into something utterly familiar and then upends the notions we carry into viewing the work. For example, there are numerous resin-enclosed credit cards – only closer inspection reveals them to be sarcastic riffs on the banking slogans, now switched to historic names, places and dates that link economic enrichment to exploitation of slaves and peoples of origin. In the artist’s own words:

“Increasingly in our society you need a credit card even if you don’t use it, and you get billed for it, so I started thinking about credit as a form of indentured servitude, because of the way we’re conditioned to buy into this and to carry around all this debt. And so one of my friends, Ryan Alexiev, who is a graphic designer, and I started thinking about credit cards, and we made the Afro-American Express thinking it would be an interesting way to speak about this form of indentured servitude, using imagery from the abolition movement.”

Further in, huge photographic boards at first glance seem to depict the type of black athlete who many of us root for. On closer inspection there are multiple manipulations linking these images to symbols of slavery – branding into the skin, demands for physical capabilities to the point of exhaustion and injury, ownership of your talents, and the preempting of (other)potential with the false promise of a professional sports career (which is achieved only by a minuscule number of athletes.)

The most jarring image is one of a basketball player hanging from his hand with a noose above, titled Strange Fruit, in reference to Abel Meeropol’s poem about lynching. The invisible link between black bodies from the past and present ones, both under threat to their existence in literal or figurative ways is powerfully suggested.

Sports as a war-like activity was also captured in a quilt loosely designed after Picasso’s Guernica, made out of sports jerseys from different professional teams.

The use of advertisement-like enactments was most shocking in a piece that was prohibited to be photographed. Thomas photographed his relatives at the funeral of his cousin, 2 decades ago, who had been murdered as a bystander in a robbery over a $400 gold chain. The funeral image was overlaid with the typical structure of a MasterCard ad. Socks: x$$, new shoes y$$, and eventual: selecting a casket for your son: priceless! When this image was projected on the exterior walls of the museum in Birmingham, who had acquired the work, it led to huge controversy. People mistook it for the real thing and thought it was insanely disparaging of African Americans.

Something similar happened when the artist put up political billboards across the nation in 2016, part of the For Freedom initiative that he founded together with other artists. “Make America Great Again!” superimposed on an image from Bloody Sunday’s civil rights march in Selma was a huge billboard erected in Mississippi. It was enough to have both the political right and left go ballistic.

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Which brings me back to the point of interaction with the viewer. His works are not introducing something radically new or ephemeral enough that you need an art history background to decipher it, instead his projections capitalize on our familiarity with a medium which is then reframed in ways that hit us over the head. Clearly this artist is not shy to elicit confusion, to involve us almost as confederates – I know, a dangerous term in this context – in our familiarity with cultural archetypes that are then promptly stood on their heads. He goes beyond where it really starts to hurt in revealing the manipulation we subject ourselves to, by those who want to sell us something and by him, who wants us to wake up.

He is able to drive home the point that our perspective is malleable – nowhere better than in some of his lenticular pieces that reveal different vistas depending on where you stand, physically, and your point of view when you take action to activate some of the display. (The link describes the process of how this is technically accomplished.) One minute you see a portrait that is crystal clear, yet as you move around it, the image becomes increasingly blurred, what’s black or white ends up as: gray.

The Portland Art Museum is sensitive to this point of desired dialogue: many of the written comments next to each art work are from a diverse set of viewers, young audience members included, and not the typical curatorial didactics.

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Willis Thomas is committed to exchange: here is a short clip of another project recently enacted in Brooklyn that actively invites dialogue. And today he will introduce new work at the Gordon Parks Foundation, Exoduster, about the framing of historic events and the power of story telling, in this case the story of escaped slaves and those trying to help them to freedom captured in Park’s seminal film The Learning Tree. It is a dialogue of a different kind, a response to a revered artist of whom but his work lives on.

Thomas’ twitter handle says: Artist at Large. Man on the street. Strikes me as half coy, half extraordinarily true: he is interested in walking among us, forcing reaction. In that, he succeeded.

https://www.publicartfund.org/exhibitions/view/hank-willis-thomas-the-truth-is-i-see-you/

“It is in collectivities that we find reservoirs of hope and optimism.” –Angela Y. Davis, Freedom is a Constant Struggle – Ferguson, Palestine and the Foundations of Movements.

The first time I set foot into an American jail happened in New York City in 1978, while accompanying lawyers from the Center for Constitutional Rights during a visit to a city jail with their clients. My familiarity with the German prison system had not prepared me for what I encountered on US soil in that and later visits, starting with the physical factors of overcrowding and horrid sanitary conditions alone and amplified by reports of continual violence both among those who were incarcerated and from those who guarded them. The memory was triggered, for one, by the fact that the New York City Council voted this week to close the abominable Rikers Island Jail complex, and secondly by a visit inside a prison, this time in Oregon, but for all intents and purposes on a different planet from Rikers.

Bureaucratic hurdles to enter the Northeast Portland minimum-security prison were surprisingly few; my pre-approved camera was checked both at entry and upon leaving, and the dress code requirements (no blues allowed, lest you couldn’t be differentiated) were minimal. For this one-time visit I did not have to undergo volunteer training, thus being spared the instruction not to be open to manipulation from prisoners, an aspect that always struck me as sowing suspiciousness and bound to instill an us vs them attitude right from the start.

What brought me to the Columbia River Correctional Institution (CRCI) was an invitation to attend the premiere of a video of The Inside Show, a variety show that was created, performed and filmed this summer by the men serving time at CRCI. The project was the brainchild of a gifted young woman, (Salty) Xi Jie Ng, a recent graduate of PSU’s Art and Social Practice Program, who directed, edited and co-produced (with Jacob Diepenbrock and Spencer Byrne-Seres) The Inside Show. The PSU program has been involved with bringing art and artists to prison through Columbia River Creative Initiatives, a series of artist run programs and classes held at this minimum security prison in Northeast Portland, Oregon.

I cannot think of a better example of collectivity, defined as the experience or feeling of sharing responsibilities, experiences and activities, than the one provided in this collaborative effort between those imprisoned, those who come in from the outside to volunteer, those who deliver material support from the outside (the media arts center Open Signal and PICA, the Portland Institute for Contemporary Art, among others) and an inside administration that sees the value of creative engagement and makes it possible. The notions of hope and optimism derived from collectivity were surely echoed in the conversations I had with those on the inside as well as with one man who is currently on a re-entry path on the outside who agreed to be interviewed after a second showing of The Inside Show, this time at PICA.

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“The chronicle of a man, the account of his life, his historiography, written as he lived out his life formed part of the rituals of his power. The disciplinary methods reversed this relation, lowered the threshold of describable individuality and made of this description a means of control and a method of domination.” 
― Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison

The mess hall was filled with a big crowd, consisting both of those who had participated in the project and their friends, and those who were curious. There were certainly nowhere close to the 600 men currently serving time at CRCI (usually the last 4 years of a sentence,) but I cannot tell if for lack of interest or some administrative safety rules given limited space in the mess hall. Once the video was introduced by the hosts Christian (Scotty) Freeman, David (Ohio) Phipps and director Xi Jie Ng, the mood that seemed relaxed to begin with became truly upbeat. The hall was filled with loud laughter, mine included, since many of the skits were truly funny.

The variety show consists of five episodes that will be published via You Tube across the span of the next months. Central is a repeated segment, Microwave Magic, that deals with recipes that can be prepared with available ingredients from the commissary. It’s pretty ingenious with what talented cooks come up with under such restrictions; it is more poignant when you consider that food is one of the few “legal” sensory experiences available to those in prison, food that is not exactly meeting anything other than nutritional needs when delivered from institutional kitchens.

A sketch about carrots, Pocket carrots, also poked fun at the availability, or lack thereof, of food when you crave it.

Aspects of prison life are frequently targeted in those skits, in ways that make you wonder should you laugh or cry. Guest star Fred Armisen, who you might remember from SNL or Portlandia, for example, participates in a fashion show that drives home the point of prison dress code which eliminates all possibilities of individual expression.

There are musical interludes with pieces written and performed by the men,

interviews between buddies about the effects of military deployment in war zones and PTSD,

funny sports roundtables, stand-up routines with robots, and explanation and performance of Native-American drumming circles.

During the braiding demo – different styles of braids are preferred by different individuals – the barber made a point that was echoed by several men who talked to me about the art project: “I meet all kinds of people who I would otherwise have no contact with: Native Americans, African Americans, Latinos, Asians, they all come to get their hair done.”

Even though segregation among different prisoner populations is much less pronounced at CRCI than, say, the Oregon State Penitentiary, the maximum security prison in Salem, OR, it still exists. Sign-up for participation in the production of The Inside Show crossed those self-selective barriers. That kind of collective integration was perhaps not the main goal, but surely counts as a positive side effect.

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Mark Arnold is a man so filled with ideas running at hypersonic speed in his head that he practically vibrates. Recently re-established outside prison walls, facing severe restrictions still for the next 4 months, he nervously paces before his Q&A performance at PICA, wondering how it would go in front of a live audience. His explanations of his creative process, the way the project came together, the impact it had on those involved turn out to be fluent, persuasive, emotionally touching.

Born and raised in Portland, he has by his reports filled many roles in life, as a sergeant in the National Guard, a general manager at McDonalds, a welder, a participant in radio broadcasts at KVAN in Vancouver, WA, and more. He was one of the main writers for The Inside Show, ideas flowing and put into form that were then meticulously rehearsed. The pure volume of output is matched by astute observation.

The day after the show’s outside launch, his stress now dissipated, Arnold returns over and over during a long phone conversation to what he considers the most important point. “There are many programs at CRCI helping to pass time, or encouraging you to do this or that with a particular rehabilitation goal in mind. THIS project allowed you to be creative in a way that expresses yourself, the way you are, and being seen for who you are. Having your humor or ideas acknowledged by others boosts your self-esteem. That matters, particularly when you are fighting life-long addiction.”

Agency, accountability, and the politics of responsibility come up a lot in my conversation with Arnold, and also in the short comments made by CRCI residents during the show’s premiere. The idea that people chose to commit crimes for which they will be locked up, and can learn to make better decisions to avoid recidivism in the future, puts the stress on individual behavior. What it omits is that structural obstacles interfere with the best of intentions, not to say justice. I, as an educated, older white woman, am less likely to be imprisoned than a young, poor person of color for the same crime. More importantly, if conditions at post-release do not provide necessary access to regular employment, safe housing, medical care that includes continued addiction prevention and/or treatment and re-integration into a community that is itself healthy at its core, re-offending is a statistically likely outcome for people with few means. To paraphrase Michelle Alexander from her book The New Jim Crow, the criminal justice system will be primarily concerned with the management and control of the dispossessed.

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Art as a vehicle to regain individuality and establish personhood lost in the eyes of a society that stares at the crime, but not the person behind it, is a focus not just of the incarcerated men, but also of those bringing art to prison in the first place. Harrell Fletcher, MFA Art & Social Practice Program director and Ausplund Tooze Family Professor of Art and Social Practice at PSU, is instrumental for the Columbia River Creative Initiatives. He’s been involved with numerous projects at the prison in the last few years, bringing his students into the process, starting comedy classes, and advising Answers without Words, a year-long collaboration between artists at CRCI and photographers around the world, initiated by German artist Anke Schüttler. In addition, The Inside Show co-producer Spencer Byrne-Seres has led a collaboration with Outerspace Gallery and Erickson Gallery to program group exhibitions and projects from artists both inside Columbia River and outside of the prison (the program is supported by the Regional Arts and Culture Council).

Fletcher is part of a skit trying to introduce conceptual art, quickly followed by one of the funniest bits of the evening, “art teacher” Ohio introducing a version of painting by numbers of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. With his self-deprecating wit and warmth, and quick retorts always at the ready, that man could hold his own at any given SNL performance.

The driving, powerhouse force behind it all is Xi Jie Ng. Salty, as she is known, was born and educated in Singapore, to parents who valued rationality, tradition and caution – not necessarily in that order. The current detente between them and their daughter, an artist and rebel since childhood, is quite a remarkable achievement, with love extended from both sides. Salty applied to the PSU program three years ago after simply having googled art programs in the USA. Her accomplishments as a communications major and photojournalist assured acceptance into the program, which takes only about five students per year. As I write this she is on her way to an invited artist residency at UMass at Dartmouth, having graduated from PSU this year with an MFA in Art and Social Practice.

As director of the variety show, she had to be able to connect to the performers but also to call the shots in an environment that was often full of tension. As editor of the videos, she had to deal with a huge amount of material and cull it into something that was representative: not too sleek, but also providing evidence of the capabilities of those on the inside. The crediting process, listing all of the varying roles that contributed to the show’s success, will hopefully enhance the CVs of those soon to be looking for employment. In her words: “By pretending we were a functioning production team, we soon became one.”

I am always drawn to people who exhibit unusual combinations of traits. Salty scores high on that assessment scale. A tendency toward deep self-reflection is counterbalanced by a steely determination to guide her projects to success, unearthing and pursuing every resource possible, with promotional skills that equal her artistic creativity. Without a smidgen of savior syndrome or do-gooder mentality, she possesses a passion for working with populations who have reached the bottom rung of society’s normative scaffold. A serious, self-contained demeanor alternates with giddy bouts of participation in some of the show’s funnier skits. If she doesn’t burn out with her candle lit at both ends, she will go far. Can’t wait to see what she does next.

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“I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!” 
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

Caught in my very own stereotyping, I am surprised to hear Nathaniel Hawthorne referenced by a prison administrator when I try to get some answers to my questions. To use CRCI’s rehabilitation manager James Hanley’s own words:

“I think about Hester Prynne and Nathaniel Hawthorne. She was required to wear a scarlet “A” for the rest of her life in Hawthorne’s A Scarlet Letter. In his novel the “A” stood for adulteress. Our society places a scarlet “F” on felons. It’s hard for someone to rebuild themselves and their relationships with such a stigma.”  

A writer and poet himself, Hanley is convinced that the arts help people learn to navigate the world. He associates the opportunity to express oneself through art, music, poetry, comedy, and film with people’s ability to stay in touch with who they are, or in most cases, to find themselves. His own experience with art as a source of power and purpose is something he hopes the incarcerated men will come to share. The institution itself, with new leadership under Superintendent Nichole Brown, tries to provide community connections through a variety of programs that often depend on volunteers, including Arts in Prison, Living Yoga, Music Studio, Liberation Literacy, SAGA (Sexuality and Gender Awareness), Men’s Circle, AA & NA meetings, and Inside/Out classes.

The Inside Show was a core program – and the connectedness between Hanley (who is credited as executive producer) and the men he manages was palpable. They freely gave respect and gratitude to him, not just in public but also in the non-public conversations I had with them. This image among the performers describes it well.

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Countless films and TV shows are re-enacting prison experiences. Autobiographies by former residents of prisons tell their stories. I know of at least one  film made in prison, Madeleine Sackler’s O.G.., using those serving time as actors, narrating a story that describes familiar experiences in a penitentiary.

There is writing from poets who were sentenced to life without parole at age 16, like Oregon’s own Sterling Cuneo, who is a 2019-2020 PEN America Writing For Justice Fellow, a 2019 Oregon Literary Arts Fellow and a two-time PEN America Prison Writing Award winner for his essay Going Forward with Gus (2018); he is also co-author of the play The Bucket (2018.)

There are podcasts, like Earhustle, that describe daily realities of life inside prison by those living it, as well as stories from the outside, post-incarceration in St. Quentin.

The Inside Show differs in the sense that it communicates visually between actors and viewers, expressing ideas coming directly from the performers, not a film script written by someone on the outside.

Seeing and hearing a real person who resides on the inside while we are on the outside creates a relationship, however fleeting. It might challenge our stereotypes, reframe our perceptions and perhaps ease a path to engagement or a willingness to use our political clout to help change and improve society’s post-release conditions. This kind of communal involvement is expressed in the words of the American activist Eugene Debs:

While there is a lower class, I am in it, while there is a criminal element, I am of it, and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

Just remember: Some of us can walk out of there. Others can’t.

Let’s face it: when I visit a museum showing contemporary art these days I might be challenged, made to think, dumb-founded, or roll my eyes – but uplifted I ain’t.

So it is all the more noteworthy when I stumble into an exhibit that elicits unadulterated joy. And this I did last week when visiting the Provincetown Art Association and Museum (PAAM.) Located in a building that is itself a calming environment full of light, and architecturally clever in providing small spaces without seeming small, I saw Color Beyond Description – the Watercolors of Charles Hawthorne, Hans Hofman and Paul Resika.

The title might contain the word color but really the impression was one of all light. And lightness. The watercolors floated on more than the paper, they emanated a joy about connection to the landscape they depicted – or so it seemed to this mind, itself primed by the beauty of the Cape Cod surrounds.

Hawthorne and Hofman both were part of the early Provincetown Art Colony, with Hofman teaching at his own school from 1935 to 1958 when he summered at the Cape. Landscape and nature-inspired abstraction were a main focus for him (and later his student Resika, a painter of the New York School. Here is an enlightening review of the latter’s contemporary work.)

Use of light, and even more so of abstraction, changes how we are able or encouraged to perceive the familiar in new fashion. Keyword here, though, is familiar: I think work that is descriptive of or alluding to something we know resonates in special ways. Instead of working on deciphering we can give ourselves to the joy of recognition, placing a bit of ourselves into the percept, forging a relation.

And play with light is particularly possible for those who KNOW the landscape, intimately and across time and season. I have been thinking about the concept of “the local” recently, spurned both by travel and by input from other domains: A recent reading at OJMCHE by Judith Arcana from her biography of Grace Paley revealed the latter to be determined to cling to the local: as a community organizer, an anti-war activist, and, eventually, a story teller. That decision made her effective in these various compartments of her life, even though it meant national recognition as an artist was late in coming.

The focus on the local cannot be defined too narrowly – both Hofman and Resika were living in multiple locales, and Hofmann’s European background surely influenced his explorations. It is more that familiarity with a given subject leads to expertise in this subject and thus fluidity in describing it, reflecting the changes it can undergo. Well, I am speculating. For an in-depth, knowledgeable and incisive review, you best go here. Clement Greenberg rules!

I am back in the landscape familiar to me, noticing the changes brought on by the season. I am working through the tension how I can always get so excited about all the new I experience, hear and see during my travels, and be equally thrilled when I encounter the familiar, be it of landscapes I frequently visit, or my very own at home. I guess, in the end, a sense of belonging trumps all. But excitement is next best!

And here is a special shout-out to the curator of PAAM who worked a miracle in creating a clever and actually coherent display of completely disparate art slated to be auctioned off for fundraising in early October. The museum deserves support.

Music today by Charles Ives, The Unanswered Question. About covers me and reviewing art…..

Sometimes I wonder if I am actually visiting the same exhibits that I have read about in the mainstream reviews. Take the Whitney Biennial, for example. Introduced by the Museum’s founder Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney in 1932, the Biennial is the longest-running exhibition in the country to chart the latest developments in American art. This year’s exhibit was reviewed as Young Art Cross-Stitched with Politics by Holland Cotter in the New York Times, explained by ArtNet’s Ben Davis as The 2019 Whitney Biennial Shows America’s Artists Turning Toward Coded Languages in Turbulent Times and featured by the Wall Street Journal’s Peter Plagens as Still Protesting, but to What End? (with an entry paragraph that describes the exhibition as filled with work expressing political and social grievances, but feels like it may be preaching to the converted.)

I won’t waste energy on debating if the time for protests is over or on wondering where you possibly find circles of “converts” at the WSJ.

I will also mention only in passing that the NYT review’s title sets a condescending tone that is utterly misplaced. Young art implies, however subtly, that maturation is yet to come, and cross-stitch is a stab at a predominantly female activity that amounts more to craft than art (with apologies to the embroiderers of the Bayeux Tapestries…) If he meant interwoven, a far more neutral term, he might have just said so.

I do want to give reviewers’ claim of “(artists) turning to coded language or deliberate obscuring,” some closer inspection, though. Code has always been part of visual language, as anyone having taken Art History 101 or graduate seminars on Renaissance Painters, the old Dutch Masters or Expressionist Woodcuts – you name it – can tell you. What is obscuring code for one, however, is a potent signifier for another: it all depends on knowing the language immanent to the “code.”

And this is where the power of the exhibition kicks in: demonstrating the brutal division between those of us who are clueless about what many of the artworks imply, and those who get it the blink of an eye, being familiar with the expressed contents via the reality of one’s daily existence. We might share the same space, in world and museum alike, but we surely do not share a language or the experiences eventually captured by that language when it relates to race, gender, disability, and access.

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These attributes are not randomly chosen: Rujecko Hockley, who brilliantly co-curated the exhibit with Jane Panetta, described them in her catalogue essay as those, when made central, were the most relevant works found across the country. What the curators, in turn, made central in this first exhibit organized completely during the Trump-era, are women of Afro-Diasporic heritage, the majority of artists on display. They include Alexandra Bell, Janiva Ellis, Steffani Jemison, Tomashi Jackson, Autumn Knight, Simone Leigh, Jenn Nkiru, Las Nietas de Nonó, Tiona Nekkia McClodden, Wangechi Mutu, Jennifer Packer and Martine Syms, among others. Smaller numbers of African-American and Hispanic men are also included, as are artists from the LGTBQ community or those living with disabilities, and the occasional white person, who convinced with equally intense and allusive works (Nicole Eisenman stands out in this regard, with a gargantuan, ebullient, scatological installation that I will try to decipher at another time.)

The exhibit is dominated, then, by work from artists whose daily experience is incomparable to that of us average well-to-do white folks visiting this show. The work alludes to the aggressive assaults on minority existence, both by individuals and state-sponsored power, in no uncertain terms. Nowhere could I detect “a retreat from clarity (… one of the hallmarks of the show,”) or “an emphasis on interior life rather than performing for an audience,” as stated by previous reviews.

Quite the opposite: all falls into place once you read the work in the context of its connection to or reflection of each respective community. Public exposition of dissent, not interior life, marks what is on display, once you put the work in the context of current expressions of resistance by groups of people who up until now did not show up in the halls of the elite art institutions, or only as token individuals.

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Let me make my point clear by juxtaposing some of the art I either particularly liked or found representative of racial discrimination in the show, with communal artistic expressions that I photographed during the 48 hours before and after visiting the Biennial, on the streets of Harlem and Bushwick, the East Village and Williamsburg, respectively, during my short visit to NYC. The call and response between art in the museum and community context outside of it will hopefully convey what I’m after.

Here is a Biennial sculpture by Simone Leigh, who has had a meteoric rise as an artist across the last years, with her sculptures and installations exhibited and collected by major institutions, including a major commission for the Highline. Leigh exposes and reframes assumptions about Black female experience, undermining the stereotypes at the same time as she describes them. (She also integrates her artistic practice with real-life engagement, having opened self-care centers targeted at minorities to counteract the health threats faced by women of color.)

The ceramic sculpture has the proportions and solidity of a tank which stands in tension with the transience of alluded housing materials reminiscent of the makeshift shantytowns of poor African or Caribbean countries, corrugated metal and thatched roofs. The face, as is often the case in Leigh’s work, lacks eyes. Another woman who perhaps does not want to see the world, which, to begin with, does not see her or gazes at her with racist or male contempt. The power emanating from the squatness of the Gestalt comes across as a summons to those of its likeness: strength exists, and it exist in you. The refusal to look hints at the possibility of choice: it is up to you to not grant eye contact to a world that has forever kept you from power and choices. The reference to poverty warns of the obstacles in the way.

The real-world counterpart, the daily experience of young women of color, is spelled out in a public display at W 125th St and Malcom X Boulevard. The power to choose, in this case softness, is impeded by various oppressive factors in the social realm, poverty included. Each female portrait has text on the reverse side, listing the impediments to a freely elected state of being. Inside and outside the museum, then, we are called on to acknowledge the obstacles for women of color that are not usually shared by their white counterparts. This is not about interior life, but about external constraints, and non-random constraints at that. Scientific studies by Georgetown Law’s Center on Poverty and Inequality support this point. Read them and weep – maybe your eyes will be washed away, too.

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Then there is Tomashi Jackson’s work which focusses on NYC’s ways of taking away housing and buildings from African-American and Hispanic property owners in manners possibly illegal and assuredly immoral, throughout the history of the city – as early as 1853 when Seneca Village was dislodged to make room for Central Park to 2019 when whole suites of buildings were snatched to make way for gentrification in Brooklyn.

A detailed description of the artist’s approach and artistic decisions can be found here. Jackson encountered an investigative series in Kings County Politics describing the contemporary scandals around property theft and linked them to similar events more than 150 years ago. We are not talking about redlining, or similarly Jim Crow-inspired tactics, but actual confiscation of property through trickery.

The work is collage-like, merging time periods and representative faces into each other seamlessly, with gradations of color-induced abstraction to concrete representational photographs, buttons or other three- dimensional objects. In form it reminded me of the street collages you find in so many of New York’s doorways, layers upon layers of images and text merging into meaning; in content it is reminiscent of murals that depict ethnic connections to certain neighborhoods. Echoes of the core issue, housing scarcity and discrimination in exclusionary societies, can be found whenever you open a newspaper – if the topic still seems obscure, read this!

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The link to artistic preoccupations out in the community is perhaps best exemplified by a painter who started out as a graffiti artist, Pat Phillips. Born in England in 1987, he grew up in Louisiana with a father who was a corrections officer. His work focusses, often with a wickedly satirical bent, on Black experience through the lens of the history of racism and violence tied to or emerging from cultural divisions. His contributions to the Biennial consists of three works, one rather large, that connect the dots between slavery, imprisonment and the resurgence of symbols that originated with the Revolutionary War: the Gadsden flag. As symbols go, this one has seen many interpretations, but is generally embraced by Tea Party members, Second Amendment defenders—and even Libertarians who are perpetually worried about government overreach.

Phillips’ large painting, Untitled (Don’t Tread on Me) depicts someone’s hands nailing a snake skin with the first words of the flag slogan, with part of a weapon and a holster visible and a tear gas canister lettered Riot Control all stashed away behind a fence.

It hangs opposite to a painting called The Farm (the nickname for one of Louisiana’s most notorious prisons, the State Penitentiary named Angola) that contains references to agricultural slave labor seamlessly morphing into contemporary prison labor, field-bound as well. The third painting in the group, Mandingo (DON’T TREAD ON ME), combines the snake, prison uniforms, and a headless body trying to cut off the head of the snake, in the saturated yellows and blacks that we also find so often in large graffiti.

The paintings perfectly embody current developments resulting from anti-immigrant policies and a resurgence in racist practices: “Under lucrative arrangements, states are increasingly leasing prisoners to private corporations to harvest food for American consumers.” If you find this message obscure, may I suggest you crawl out from under your rock. Or better still, stay there and read Solitary: Unbroken by Four Decades in Solitary Confinement. My Story of Transformation and Hope by former Angola inmate Albert Woodfox.

Opportunistic violence is part of both worlds, within the incarceration culture, and outside of it, both in the world of rightwing zealots and that of gangs or rivals in environments that foster toxic masculinity.

My community match was found in Bushwick, depicting hands, prominent in Phillips’ art, holding on to some type of tool or weapon,

and a large mural of Biggie (the notorious B.I.G.,) a.k.a Christopher Wallace, a pathbreaking Brooklyn rapper, who had seen prison multiple times from the inside, was heavily involved in the growing East Coast–West Coast hip hop feud, and was murdered in a drive-by shooting in 1997.

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Current events, like the suffering and death brought upon Puerto Rico by 2017 hurricane Maria are evoked by Daniel Lind-Ramos‘, Maria-Maria (2019). A stylized Virgin Mary, clad in the traditional blue veil made from disaster relief tarps, coconuts, tubing and other materials, might be a spiritual beacon but seems, bent in grief, no good for practical relief. The lack of government intervention on any reasonable scale left humanitarian assistance to non-profits like Mercy Corps, who list the harrowing consequences of the hurricane now, 2 years later, here.

Puerto Rico, and echoes of spiritual longings, are remembered in the streets as well. Take this mural by the Italian duo Rosk&Loste which depicts a Hispanic young child surrounded by a halo filled with tropical ferns, holding what is perhaps a crisp but might as well be a communion wafer. The false promises of the Ray-Ban advertisement (more Magdalena than Mary) above it only enhances the sense of innocence and fragility of the young one.

If we open our eyes in the communities around us, we’ll be able to gather all necessary vocabulary to take back to the museum.

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Guggenheim fellow and National Book Award winner Ibram X. Kendi has a new book out – How to be an Anti-Racist – that invites contemplation of what anyone can do to move forward beyond discrimination and hate. The son of Kendi’s formidable literary agent, Ayesha Pande, told her and me over dinner how he and his classmates on their way up-town in the subway would always stand in front of a seated white person, knowing with certitude that the last ones would get up and leave by 96th street, freeing a seat for the rest of the ride into West Harlem. But a decade and a half ago, the worlds were strictly divided, known to a child. That might be different today with ever creeping gentrification, but little has changed in principle. Exhibits like the 2019 Whitney Biennial bring home the fact that race and class perpetuate separated space, with sets of knowledge confined to each community, and shared language still a missing link. We have to believe that it can be changed. Reading Kendi might be a first step. Learning to decode in front of marvelous, gut wrenching art might be another small move in that direction.

The Whitney Museum of American Art. 99 Gansevoort St. New York, NY 10014. The exhibit closes September 22nd, 2019.

Wouldn’t you know it. One of the kindest, least vain and most talented of my photographer friends is having a show opening at a time when I am not in Portland. I figured, absent my attendance which would allow me to write about his work, I’ll just introduce it here early, so at least some other people can show up and tell me about it later. All photographs today are from his series Mood Lighting – breaking my own rule to show only what I have photographed since I can!

I met Philip Bowser some years ago when I was a complete newcomer to the PDX photo scene. He warmly invited me in, despite the fact that I was doing work then radically different from the photography of most other people who met under his tutelage in various photo critique groups.

I was drawn to his work, and in fact bought or bartered for some of it, because it has the same quality as the man who produced it: the substance is not on a showy surface, but lies underneath, to be found at second and third look. The imagery is taken from quotidian observation, the corners of life you and I pass every day as well; he sees the beauty in snippets of it, where we rush along, practically blind.

There is a quietude and often inklings of happiness in the photographs that matches the man as well. Nothing showy, but nothing missed either by this sharp eye.

The photographs for the show feature qualities of light that set a mood or induce feelings, which minimizes the importance of the object illuminated. The series was recently seen in the Portland Photographers Forum Community Drawer in the Park blocks, and portions of the series have been on display at the ASmith gallery in Johnson City, Texas, the Black Box gallery in Portland, and the Lakewood Arts Festival in Lake Oswego.

An opening reception at Cafe Eleven will be held from 1~3pm on 9/7/2019 at the cafe on 435 NE Rosa Parks Way, Portland, OR 97211. (It’s about a block East of the intersection of Rosa Parks and 99E.) The work will be up during the month of September, 2019. So at least I’ll get a chance to catch it when I am back!

Phil is also trying to finish an augmented reality project that will make additional background info about each image appear in a floating banner. If not ready for the reception, it will occur later in the month.

Give it all a look!

And here is the music best mirroring the flow of light in these images:

“Truth-telling is often very unpleasant when it contradicts the opinion of the majority. Telling the truth can easily lead to a minority position and exposes the truth-teller to the pressure of the majority. To resist this pressure demands courage. Therefore, courage is not only the virtue of political action par excellence, but also quite evidently the virtue of truth-telling. To tell an inconvenient truth is not only a statement, but also an action.”

From: When Telling the Truth demands Courage Volume 1 of HA: The Journal of the Hannah Arendt Center for Politics and the Humanities at Bard College. (2018)

Courage was visible all around me during my recent visit to the Columbia Gorge Veterans Museum in The Dalles, OR, right next to American Legion Post 19. It was documented in displays about those who have served our country, both on active duty and back home supporting the soldiers during the many wars in recent history, displays that recalled stories of loyalty and sacrifice.

There was the courage of museum director Lisa Commander, recently and unexpectedly widowed, to establish and run a small museum (it opened but two years ago) in times as economically precarious as these.

The idea for the museum had been under discussion with Jean Maxwell from the Advisory Board of the non-profit Mid-Columbia Veteran Memorial Committee and folks from Legion Post 19 who had space. It took form when Commander, who holds an MA in International Policy Studies from the Monterey Institute for International Studies (now part of Middlebury,) inherited a large collection of military memorabilia from her uncle Tony Commander, a highly decorated Air Force veteran. During 2 tours in Vietnam he sustained multiple cancers as a pilot flying directly behind the Agent Orange dispense units.

There was the courage of a community committed to making this work; they included Oliver’s Floor Covering, which donated new flooring; The Dalles/Wasco County Library, which provided bookshelves; J.C. Penney’s provision of several mannequins, now dressed in military uniforms; Stratton Insurance with several file cabinets; and Northern Wasco County Public Utility District for $15,000 to pay for renovations such as sheet rock, lighting, new air conditioning, and construction of a conference room.

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And then there was the courage of the truth-teller. I met artist, papermaker and printmaker Drew Cameron in my perpetual quest to interview all the artists involved in the Exquisite Gorge project by Maryhill Museum, literally three days before the scheduled printing day of 10 wood blocks that depict assorted sections of the Columbia River Gorge.

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THE EXQUISITE GORGE PROJECT

“…a collaborative printmaking project featuring 11 artists working with communities along a 220-mile stretch of the Columbia River from the Willamette River confluence to the Snake River confluence to create a massive 66-foot steamrolled print. The unique project takes inspiration from the Surrealist art practice known as exquisite corpse. In the most well-known exquisite corpse drawing game, participants took turns creating sections of a body on a piece of paper folded to hide each successive contribution. When unfolded, the whole body is revealed. In the case of The Exquisite Gorge Project, the Columbia River will become the ‘body’ that unifies the collaboration between artists and communities, revealing a flowing 66-foot work that tells 10 conceptual stories of the Columbia River and its people.”

– Louise Palermo, Curator of Education at Maryhill Museum

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Drew Cameron was born on a military base in New Hampshire into a military family. He enlisted at age 18, fresh out of High School, where recruiters had found easy pickings, given that many of the kids were familiar enough with military culture that they did not find it alien or scary. He was on active duty during 9/11, preparing for Field Artillery at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. Fort Sill was established as an observation camp in Indian Territory and later served as an internment camp for the Native American nations displaced from their land. It is now an elite training facility.

New Hampshire’s motto of “Live free or Die” was engraved on a Zippo Lighter given to him by his brother when he was deployed to Iraq, for years his most cherished possession. When he left the service after the war, as did the majority of soldiers with only a few seeking longterm careers in the military, he earned degrees in forestry and ecology at the University of Vermont. His interests turned to paper making, and he co-founded Combat Paper, a collaborative project by veterans where paper is hand made from donated old military uniforms. His prints, portfolios and books are housed in over 40 public collections, including the Library of Congress in Washington, DC. He travels around the country for workshops and special projects. His most recent exhibition was in Chicago in the context of the National Veterans Art Museum’s Triennial this summer.

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The name of that exhibit was Conflict Exchange (CX). It was intended to facilitate exchange and interaction between (former) soldiers and civilians to help understand the unresolved issues of post-conflict eras. Cameron had a platform designed like a small store, where he made paper on site and sold the hand-made books to raise funds going towards the restoration of the destroyed College of Fine Arts Library at the post-conflict University of Baghdad.

Communicating with the public about the implications of war is of utmost importance to Cameron. In direct conversation or through his art, the focus is on meaning and the use of symbolism to shape meaning in ways that often obscure the underlying factual truth. So much of veteran art has been interpreted as acts of healing, of working through trauma, of offering a subjective truth. This completely ignores, according to the artist, that these traumas are also a political phenomenon, often aggravated by the fact that service(wo)men feel that their war engagement is not justified, but unalterable given their devotion to being a professional soldier. Anti-war activism in all its form is only possible once you have left the military.

Iraq, for example was popularly referred to in the Army as “the Wild West,” with a tacit understanding that that did not only imply the violent ways of interaction associated with the original Wild West, but also the causes for the engagement, then and now: killing people for land or the resources buried in that land. The artist wants to bear witness and have us, too, look at the reality of war rather than look away. Paper made from uniforms reminds of the dual role experienced by our soldiers clad in those now recycled fatigues: victim and perpetrator, the ones who are maimed or maim others. Paper is fragile, just like the physical and psychological health of so many veterans, just like those uncountable lives lost in wars, on all sides.

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The woodblock (Section 9, covering roughly the area from Roosevelt/Arlington to Hat Rock) that I saw emerge under Cameron’s carving knife bears witness indeed. It hints at what we find once we remove the flag, represented by stars on lifted folds: the physical bodies of those buried underneath. The river is symbolically reflecting parts of humanity – namely hands belonging to members of The Dalles’ community of veterans. The design reminds us of the physical existence of bodies that war threatens. The board is thus at once local, referencing the sacrifice made by so many in these areas, and also universal, asking us to look under the surface for the implications of what humans are doing to each other. Representing the river through human features also points to the urgent notion that we are part of it – tending to it means protecting ourselves.

Cameron quoted Howard Zinn’s famous dictum about the flag: “There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.”  It’s from Zinn’s 1986 essay, “Terrorism Over Tripoli,” and is even more powerful when you look up the whole thing:[Those] who defend this, tried to wrap their moral nakedness in the American flag.  But it dishonors the flag to wave it proudly over the killing of a college student, or a child sleeping in a crib. There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people for a purpose which is unattainable.” Honor and dishonor, use and abuse can all be linked to the flag. Veterans who have become anti-war activists know this better than the rest of us, but that does not excuse the rest of us from not trying to understand the issues.

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“Who says what is…always tells a story, and in this story the particular facts lose their contingency and acquire some humanly comprehensible meaning.” This was written by Hannah Arendt in her essay “Truth and Politics” from her Denktagebuch (Diary of Thoughts) 1950–1973.

The Columbia Gorge Veterans Museum is telling a story of what is and was: a story of service. Over 10 000 veterans live in the combined counties of Wasco, Sherman, Hood River and, across the Columbia River, in Clickitat and Skamania. They are over-proportionally decorated for their courage. Whether they desired to enlist or did for lack of better options, there is meaning to what they did. Whether we agree with the decision to go to war or not, their suffering deserves our unequivocal support.

Cameron’s work as an artist, wood block carving, paper making and all, tells a story. There is courage in the fact that the story deviates from the institutionalized narratives around war, soldiering and glory. His narrative provides meaning centered on the economically and politically driven causes of war, the reach of war’s consequences beyond the veterans themselves, into their families and networks, and across time, with decades needed to recover from destruction both on a personal and a public level.

My children have several cousins who were on active duty in the US Army until 2 years ago. I am the grand-daughter of a man who fought in WW I, the daughter and daughter-in-law of men who fought in WW II (on opposite sides, no less). The story of war was smothered in alcohol and silence by one, and remembered in eagerly anticipated reunions of his US Navy-crew by the other. War is formative. War is futile. War is horror. These diverse narratives provide insight to those of us who live once-removed from the experience.

During our conversation I was repeatedly thinking of a book by Berthold Brecht, Die Kriegs Fibel (War ABC) published in 1955, in which he juxtaposed photographs from the fascist reign with short poems while in exile in Denmark. Hans Eissler later set it to music – here is a link that has an English translation of the German songs and the photographs. One enhanced the other in ways that are hard to describe. I found this also to be true for watching the visual carving patterns emerge while listening to the thoughts behind it.

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I should have known. It happened again. Every time I left after visiting an artist – 10 times in all – I thought: “It can’t get more interesting than that.” Wrong, every time. I am not talking about the quality of the carvings, being uniquely unqualified to judge those. I am not talking about the beauty of the boards – I found them all appealing and creative in their own ways.

I am talking about the window into the thought processes of these diverse printmakers, the way their art is shaped by their beliefs, their experiences, their hopes, their fears. They all share a deep commitment to protecting our world from destruction and exploitation, being stewards to the land however removed and however tangential the approach. Some are lyrical, some are didactic. Some spread happy optimism or excited curiosity, others stand by their worries, bordering on despair. All of their stories convey what IS – and thus create humanly comprehensible meanings.

And print day will get even MORE interesting that that!

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I left The Dalles in pouring rain, dark skies, barely able to see the road even with the windshield wipers on high. Jefferson Starship’s If only you believed in miracles blared on Spotify. Maybe the art, I thought, once consolidated into one long print representing our beloved, endangered river, will produce a miracle: a successful call to action heard and followed by us all.