Year: 2007

  • This Year's Hottest Gifts: Goats, Guinea Pigs, and Water Buffalo

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    At first, I thought it was a joke. Heifer International just sent me a holiday catalog offering me the opportunity to buy a water buffalo for $250 and ship it to Cambodia. I could also buy a share of a buffalo, for just $25. And this is serious.

    Heifer International is a private nonprofit agency that sends animals — chickens, pigs, rabbits, even llamas — to impoverished communities around the world. Their mission is to promote sustainable food production and end hunger, and they do this by donating both “edible” creatures (including guinea pigs — a major source of protein in Ecuador) and working animals, such as donkeys, camels and bees.

    I don’t know what the ecological cost is to mail a goat to Haiti, or an ox to Uganda, and this was the one question I couldn’t answer by visiting the Heifer site. But everything else this organization is doing seems spot-on.

    Heifer International:

    Provides farm materials and training in sustainable agriculture methods.
    Helps disaster victims rebuild their towns and agrarian communities.
    Encourages recipients to “pass on” the offspring their animals produce.

    Plus, they have a bunch of shiny, sexy people involved: Susan Sarandon, Ted Danson, and the mother from a television show called Malcolm in the Middle, whose name I didn’t recognize. The organization also has testimonials from Bill Clinton and Jane Goodall, which was far more convincing to me. Enough so I’m now signed up to sponsor a part of a Russian cow.

    “If an economically poor country is to conserve its wildlife heritage, this means additional hardships for the peasants, in many cases,” said Dr. Goodall. “Thus it is necessary to build conservation into a package — money for rural development programs, agroforestry, medical help, controlled tourism, etc. Heifer International fits absolutely right in with this overall plan.”

    But I’m afraid Heifer is going to have to reach for some new spokespeople if they want to entice the next generation. My 13-year-old daughter (the one who explained to me about Malcolm) paged through the catalog and said, “Wow, this is cool. If they got that guy from Las Vegas, I would TOTALLY buy a whole buffalo.”

    If you’d like more information about Heifer International, visit their website or call 1-800-422-0755.

  • Could Your Kid Paint That? An Interview with Director Amir Bar-Lev

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    Here’s a great night out: dinner, drinks perhaps, and then Amir Bar-Lev’s fascinating documentary My Kid Could Paint That (opening tomorrow at the Lagoon Cinema.) The story of four-year-old Marla Olmstead, the little girl who made abstract paintings that sold for nearly a half million dollars, My Kid will have you and your cohorts debating for hours afterward. Going into the film you might have opinions about whether or not this child’s parents are charlatans or saints, about the validity of modern art, about what we seek as patrons of said art. I guarantee that when you emerge you’ll be rethinking everything.

    Before watching the movie, my wife and I were pretty much at odds about Marla–I was convinced she didn’t create these paintings, my wife thought there was a good chance she was a prodigy. When it was over, our opinions were pretty much reversed.

    I had the great pleasure to interview My Kid Could Paint That director Amir Bar-Lev and ask him about the reaction to his film, what brought him to make it, and whether we’ll ever get to the bottom of this mystery.

    Rake: You’ve been to a number of showings that have involved post-screening Q & A’s. What’s been the general reaction?

    Bar-Lev: I’m happy to say that in straw polls we’ve taken after the shows we’ve found that 20% still think the parents are completely innocent. This gets at what I was trying to do with this film. I wanted to occupy a middle ground. The TV outlets encouraged both extremes: Marla’s either Mozart or a con.

    Rake: What brought you to this story?

    Bar-Lev: I read the article in The New York Times, which spoke to my own cynicism about modern art. You can assess a piano prodigy, for instance–they either play well or they don’t. But with modern art, there are questions of intentionality, and this four-year-old’s paintings challenged that. These questions are also important when judging the paintings she made on camera and off-camera. Who are we to say that one painting is more polished than another? Are there any standards?

    When I first met the Olmsteads I realized that this movie was going to be a family drama. At first, I really had no skepticism about the girl. The film happened in stages, and at first I didn’t actually see any of the things that later on made me question their story. That’s what this movie turned into–it’s story about stories, how we project what we want to onto Marla’s tale.

    When the “60 minutes” piece aired [that suggested the father coached and/or actually did the painting] I knew my documentary just got more interesting. I felt I desperately needed to get more footage to ease my nagging doubts.

    As time went on, making this film became very difficult. I didn’t sleep well for six months. There’s an interview in there that sums it up, when the mother’s telling me that she needs me to trust them, and I have to tell them I’m not sure. Going over that footage, it’s awful–when you hear your voice in an uncomfortable situation… well, I was barely capable of talking. I was sitting on documentary gold but it still didn’t feel right, having spent so much time with the family. You’re basically accusing them of lying, which is highly unpleasant especially when they trust you. But I had to hold to my own standards and get at the truth.

    Rake: It’s interesting, because there’s that scene in the car where you’re expressing your concerns out loud. You put your own doubts in the movie itself, and made yourself part of the story.

    Bar-Lev: I didn’t intend for that scene to happen. One of my interns was recording it, and fortunately they didn’t stop the tape. My role was minimal, but it was difficult to edit and it took a long time. It was emotional, complicated.

    As I said, I discovered was that this film is about adults, about people projecting what they want onto Marla and her art. It’s like Chauncey Gardner in Being There. Her childlike simplicity brings out things in people.

    The film is also about how people control information. The parents so desperately wanted their name cleared. That’s what they wanted from me. As I said, My Kid Could Paint That is a story about stories, and less about greed. The parents want that control. But it’s a Faustian bargain. By deciding to remain in the light, they actually lose more control.

    Rake: You really wanted to get footage of Marla painting, but watching the film one gets the sense that you were never satisfied. At least I wasn’t.

    Bar-Lev: I did pick the best footage of Marla painting but it never truly answered the questions. Marla would never talk about her art. It was a puzzle–at first I thought she was being bashful. But when I look at the footage of “Ocean” [the first painting captured entirely on film, though not by Bar-Lev] it’s more bewildering. You do see her employ a variety of techniques, but is it as good as the others? Can we see the same squiggle over and over again, suggesting genius? And again, is it fair to make those comparisons?

    Rake: It’s fascinating to me how one can come into this movie thinking one thing, very strongly in fact, and emerge questioning those beliefs. I was convinced the father was a con, and while I still question his veracity, the closer you get to the supposed con, it doesn’t quite add up.

    Bar-Lev: I saw this as an existentialist story. There’s no ten commandments. While there’s certainly right or wrong, it’s not in terms of art. When you stop and think about the facts of this case, no scenario makes sense. You can tell yourself that there’s no way Marla’s doing the paintings, that the father painted them or really coached her. But then the mother clearly believed her daughter painted these, so how did the father hide his own involvement from her? How did he hide it from everyone? Sometimes I think the only way to explain it is that they really have nothing to hide.

    It’s like that Escher painting, with all the steps that go up and down and all lead into one another. There’s no end, no easy way out.

    Rake: What does the family think of My Kid Could Paint That?

    Bar-Lev: Marla’s mother actually said “It’s a great film, I just wish it wasn’t about us.” I’ve encouraged them to lend a dissenting voice, and even offered them an opportunity to do the DVD commentary. But they’re distancing themselves from it. They don’t want to publicize the film in any way.

    Rake: I did appreciate that you avoided pigeonholing certain people, like Anthony Brunelli, the art dealer, and Stuart Simpson, one of Marla’s earliest patrons. If you were to make this a more good vs. evil story, Brunelli could come off as a cad, and Simpson as perhaps a fool. But they’re good people who both who truly believe in Marla.

    Bar-Lev: Anthony’s a true believer. He’s a salesman in the best sense of the word. Because he’s one of those salesmen who truly believe in their product, and that it has meaning. The paintings get sold for as much as humanly possible because of his belief, and not because he’s trying to scam anyone. He’s earnest.

    Stuart Simpson follows this story closely, and will chime in on blogs and chatrooms defending Marla. He credits her with helping him follow his lifelong dream of becoming an art dealer.

    They’re all very civil when defending Marla.

    Rake: Do you think we’ll ever know the true story?

    Bar-Lev: I think we’ll know in ten years or so. Something will happen. When Marla gets older, she’ll tell us.

  • The Full Gamut

    STYLE
    Joynoelle

    1007joynoelle.jpgIf you enjoy local fashion, then surely you’ll be interested to know that local designer Joy Teiken (a.k.a. Joynoelle, see her creation at right) celebrates the opening of her Minneapolis-based boutique and atelier this eve. How very throwback of her, no? The reception lasts from five to eight p.m. The digs? You’ll find ’em at 42nd and Grand Ave. S. If you can’t make the party, don’t despair: From hereon out, the store will keep hours on Thursdays from two to eight p.m. and Saturdays from ten a.m. to four p.m. –Christy DeSmith

    ART & MUSIC
    Another Gallery Grooves Evening

    1007kramer.jpgDanish Teak Classics: A place where your visions of a stylish, modern living area can come into focus. The Rake’s promotions depot hosts another of its fabulous Gallery Grooves events there this eve. There, you can marinade your decorating ideas in a showroom full of vintage-modern chairs, desks, tables, and lighting fixtures — as well as Peter Kramer’s new series of prints, Birdwatching and The Samurai’s Houseboat, featuring drawings done in church, at concerts, and while driving. The event comes replete with fine wine, food, visual art, and jazz to boot. No vin rouge on the orange-wool lounge chair, please. –Christy DeSmith

    7 p.m., Danish Teak Classics, Northrup King Building, 1500 Jackson St. N.E., Suite 277, Minneapolis; 612-362-7870; free.

    MUSIC
    Two Legends Take the Stage

    0710legends.jpgDave Mason and John Mayall have a lot in common: both are ridiculously talented guitarists. Both are native Brits. Both have played with (and, unfortunately, been overshadowed by) some of blues and rock music’s greats — Mayall with Eric Clapton and John Lee Hooker, Mason with Fleetwood Mac and Jimi Hendrix (to name just a few). Both are prolific — each with over 50 CDs to his name. And tonight they are playing what is definitely the hottest show in town. –Danielle Kurtzleben

    9 p.m. (doors at 8 p.m.), Cabooze, 917 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; $25… way worth it to see two legends take the stage.

    Golden Goldberg Variations

    0710Dinnerstein.jpgLore dictates that Bach wrote his Goldberg Variations to ease the sleepless nights of a Russian count wasting away his nights without the comfort of a Tivo backlog. Perhaps this is why the 30-variation, nine-cannon work is so well suited for a performance of excerpts — proof of an innate human desire for highlight reels, particularly when only the sublime is adequate compensation for dreams. Wonderkind Glenn Gould’s name dominated recordings of the Goldberg Variations for more than 50 years. Earlier this year, Simone Dinnerstein made her name and signed her first recording contract by challenging those monolithic recordings. Dinnerstein will bring her guts and technical prowess to the Landmark Center Cortile this afternoon. Bring your lunch, and The Schubert Club will provide the coffee. –Danielle Cabot

    12 p.m., Landmark Center Cortile, 75 West 5th St., St. Paul; 651-292-3233; free.

    THEATER & PERFORMANCE
    The Clean House

    0710CleanHouse.jpgThis is the first time a Sarah Ruhl play has been produced in the Twin Cities since the thirty-something hotshot’s Eurydice became the hit of Off-Broadway this summer. The Clean House is an earlier product of Ruhl’s fantastical imagination, and one with an important distinction from Eurydice: Even though it was a Pulitzer finalist in 2005, it drew divided criticism. The New York Times raved raved, but The New Yorker’s theater critic smelled a stereotype in the play’s heroine, Matilde, a depressive Brazilian maid who loves wisecracking but doesn’t particularly relish housework. What follows, no matter what your thoughts on the Latina character, is a robust satire on labor relations: Matilde’s employer, a successful American doctor named Lane, goes so far as to feed her servant antidepressants. But Matilde despairs whenever distracted from her quest to form the perfect joke. –Christy DeSmith

    7:30 p.m., Mixed Blood Theater, 1501 S. Fourth St., Minneapolis; 612-338-6131; $10 tonight ($28).

    BOOKS
    Cheating at Canasta: Stories

    0710trevor.jpgCheating at Canasta is a marvelous, enviable title, and William Trevor is an astonishing, and astonishingly reliable, writer. Along with Alice Munro, he is also one of the living masters of the short story. That sort of thing usually sounds like so much hogwash, but in this instance it’s nothing but the plain truth. Even as he approaches eighty, Trevor continues to produce carefully crafted marvels that often whipsaw between deviance and devotion, or dereliction and disappointment, from one story to the next. His best tales are compact and powerful moral symphonies, and are so full of startling and often catastrophic disruptions and moments of exhausted grace that they seem as utterly believable as life. –Brad Zellar

    Available today at bookstores near you.

  • A cigar, a long tunnel, and King Triton's castle. . . .

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    Now this. My good friend and loyal reader, Schneider, sent the photo above in response to my October 11 Jug O’ Wine entry about unexpected bottle shapes.

    Hmmmmmmm.

    Now, maybe I’ve just taken too many film theory classes (Am I, by the way, the only person in America who believes Die Hard was a romance between Bruce Willis and Reginald VelJohnson that climaxed — so to speak — when their hands met in front of a towering skyscraper that rose to pierce the clouds?), but it seems to me the Voga Italia bottle may have been designed to be. . . .um. . . .multi-purpose.

    I haven’t tried the Pinot Grigio. To tell the truth, I don’t want to — I prefer a more traditional, less organic shape in my wine containers. But you can read Schneider’s far less Freudian analysis here.

  • Count Down From 100 With The Movies

    The Guardian Unlimited film blogs are hailing this as the greatest YouTube clip of all time. I don’t know about that, but it is fecking cool: counting down from 100 using classic movie clips. How many can you name?

  • Art Market: Green by All Means

    How many ways do artists have of being green? Lots of ways, from viridian paint to recycled materials to evoking in us a love for the natural world. Here are just a few of the green arts growing on mnartists.org; head to the website for many more.

    Terry Genesen-Becker, Dream, Couch, Interior; Watercolor; 23" x 33".

     

     

     

    Nancy MacKenzie, Caliente; recycled plastic vegetable bags, baling twine, and netting; $1,200. MacKenzie’s work is on view in Nothing New: Fiber Art from Recycled Materials, through August 4 at the Textile Center, 3000 University Ave. S.E., Minneapolis.

     

     

     

     

    Franconia Sculpture Park and Art Center
    The connection between the arts and sustainable technology is part of the new Franconia Arts Center in Chisago County. Celebrate its new home and the 2007 sculpture installations with a day of music, dance, puppetry, and great food. Saturday, September 16; 651-257-6668.

     

     

     

    Jeff Burger, Birch Soprano Ukulele Birch; maple neck; bindings are curly koa with roped purfling; fretboard, Madagascar rosewood; purpleheart pegheads; $800.

     

     

     

    Peter Bernardy, Hot Peppers, Variation #1; photographs of various sizes; $30-$90.

     

     

     

    Jennifer Davis, Cover; acrylic/graphite; 12" x 14.5"; 2007; $500.

     

     

    Ross Stangler, Green Beetle Table; Baltic birch, aluminum, screenprint; 18" x 14" x 18"; 2005; $300.

     

  • Art Market: Buying Futures

    Graduates from the Minneapolis College of Art and Design
    have been changing the world you see since 1886. Names from its lengthy roster
    of notable alums include Wanda Gag, the brilliant children’s book illustrator
    who graduated in 1917, when the institution was known as the Minneapolis School
    of Fine Arts; the New York School painter George Morrison (class of 1943); Rob
    Roy Kelly (1952), who designed the Guthrie logo; Rob Fischer (1993), currently
    showing at prestigious New York venues like PS 1 and the Whitney
    Museum of American Art; and Ben Conrad and Alexei Tylevich (1994 and 1996,
    respectively), whose studio, Logan, designs ads for the iPod Shuffle. And, of
    course, the school is currently incubating talent you haven’t heard of-yet.

    But you can buy work from tomorrow’s stars at the MCAD
    Annual Art Sale. With many pieces under $100 and nothing more than a thousand,
    the price is certainly right. And if you trust your good eye, you might acquire
    something whose maker is on a fast track to fame. November 30 and December 1 at
    MCAD, 2501 Stevens Avenue South, Minneapolis; (612) 874-3700. For more images and info, see here.

  • After Watching Carlos Saura’s Film of Lorca’s “Blood Wedding”

     

    Your wife had left you post-diagnosis

    yet here you were this night stumbling on fire

    with dance and blood,

    a retired high school Spanish teacher,

    now learning the new syntax

    of multiple sclerosis.

    It burned from your hands and feet,

    the castanets, the dark mole

    on the flamenco dancer’s cheek,

    All the broken stomping, clapping,

    duende of dark.

     

    We stumbled into the lighted lobby

    where you grabbed my friend and me,

    said we must all go now,

    tonight, for roja, for wine,

    for the dance and the darkness.

     

    But we sad women demurred

    to the rain in our hearts,

    afraid of the blood call.

    We scurried like mice into hoods, coats,

    another night we promised.

    But it would not come again.

    I knew then that I had

    been called, chosen,

    and all these years have remembered only

    what it was like not to go.

     

    Note from the poet: I hope wherever Lew is, he will remember
    that night and accept my regretful apology. Lorca writes: “duende is a power
    and not a behavior, it is a struggle and not a concept.” These are the moments
    we live for.

     

    For more poetry, see mnartists’ “What Light.”

     

  • Zoom In: Richard C. Johnson

    Richard Johnson’s photos of weathered storefronts,
    thrift-store castoffs, and tattered religious iconography in northern Minnesota
    serve as an astute chronicle of the erosion of small Midwestern towns. He grew up in Cloquet, which he
    describes as “an OK place,” one with “a slightly higher-than-average number of
    churches as well as per-capita consumption of distilled spirits, and the distinction
    of lending its name to a big forest fire.” After developing a severe allergy to
    chemicals used in processing film, for years Johnson turned to collage instead.
    (Happily, digital photography eventually allowed him a chemical-free way to
    return to the craft.) “I was an inveterate collector of ephemera anyway,” he
    explains. “I haunted flea markets and rummage sales for old books, magazines,
    marbled papers, objets de junk, and assorted crap.”

    Not one to merely dabble, he dove into the medium, producing
    a large collection of gorgeous, offbeat assemblages. “I used so bloody much
    rubber cement that I began experiencing peripheral nerve damage. I kid you not,
    the tips of my fingers developed a constant tingle. God only knows what it did
    to my brain.”

    The stuff certainly didn’t detract from Johnson’s eye for
    imagery. His work, whether in collage or photography, packs a visceral punch,
    one that reflects the artist’s wry humor and keen insight.

    Originally appeared in issue 20.1 of access+ENGAGE.