Conversations with Jimi: Warhol edition

February 29, 2012

Conversations with Jimi: Warhol edition

The Cleveland Art Museum is closing its Contemporary Galleries this Monday. This will be done to make some repairs/expand/make more dynamic the design. The galleries will be closed for about 6 months (give or take.) and it of course has gotten press. The plain dealer had this about a week ago.

Part of the process will mean Wall Drawing No. 4 by conceptual artist Sol LeWitt will be destroyed. Why? It’s literally drawn onto a wall and that wall will be gone. The Museum has the license to recreate the work and will.

People who read all of this have been coming to the museum a lot lately. They want to see the contemporary stuff they’ll miss for at least 6 months. This is a valid reason. There are pieces that I’ll be sad to miss for so long.

(Andre Masson’s Don Quixote and the Chariot of Death)

Visitor who read only bits of the article (or that’s how it seems) have been asking about it. They’ve been asking:

What is closing?
When is it closing?
What painting was ruined by the leak? (None were)
Can they see the painting? (Yes.)
Why destroy it forever? (Clearly we aren’t!)

Then this happened:

Visitor: Are they really destroying a painting?
Me: Well…yes a drawing will be destroyed but it’ll be back—
Visitor: Which is it?
Me: Wall Drawing No 4.
Visitor: So weird. Where is it?
Me: Straight ahead. You see the giant painting there by L.K.?
Visitor: Yes.
Me: Okay good. On the otherside—
Visitor: OKAY!
Me: Wait. On the other side is the Warhol (I used this as a marker because on the other side of this wall is the drawing)—
Visitor: You guys are destroying a WARHOL????
Me (sigh): Yes. Yes we are.
Visitor: Why would you destroy a WARHOL?
Me: We’ve grown tired of it.
Visitor: I don’t like this at all. What kind of museum would destroy a WARHOL?
Me: …
Visitor: You weren’t being serious were you? You almost got me.

Almost got her? Right ALMOST.

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Conversations with Jimi Volume 10

July 29, 2011

A short and sweet new Conversations with Jimi. Pretty funny stuff if I may say so myself.

(and I may because this is my blog!)

1.

Guy: Yo I like dem glasses they real sporty. Where u headed looking fly?
Me: Art museum.
Guy: For real? We got 1 of them?
Me …

(We are waiting for the bus that essientially drives right past the Art Museum.)

2.

Me: Sometimes I feel bad for people who come to my blog searching certain questions.
Wifey: Such as?
Me: Like someone searched “how old is Scrooge McDuck?” So that poor guy would have to read my whole blog just to come to the end and find a picture of my head on Uncle Scrooge’s body.
Wifey: What REE looks that up?

3.

Me: Make me coffee it’s my day.
@kittenkaboom: You’re not a dad.
Me: Hey u don’t know I could have a ton of kids. My stuff is POTENT.
Her: …

4.

(Urinal flushes before I’m finished.)
Me: I’m a human being!
Guy: never let u finish either?
Me: oh I just say it cus I was a robot at first.
Guy: …

5.

Me: Just call me Henry David…cus I’m thorough.
Wife:…


The one that goes to eleven

July 28, 2011

So this week I started a new part time job. It doesn’t pay all that well—it’s part time—less than unemployment—so not really what I was hoping for. Let me stop you before what most people want to say here comes out. I KNOW it is better than nothing, and I’m thankful to have it. I’m a little down that it turned out to be the only option made available to me, but that happens. I’m discouraged and not happy about it. It will be tough on us right now but it is something. I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

(Well maybe just a peek. Come here Sarah Jessica Parker.)

The position is one of those low paying jobs that still make you wear fancy dress up clothes.

(Not a fan of that part even if I apparently look “adorable.”)

So after a pretty impressively bad start to my first day (a post to come later,) I returned home tired.

(Defeated actually.)

I slunk home with my lovely wifebot (thank Zeus for her!) desperate to just get into the apartment and onto the couch. I ditched my bag and my blazer—

(Yes I have to wear a blazer.)
(A navy blue one if you care to know.)
(You don’t.)

—before I even got in the car. I tossed them in the backseat and slumped into the front. It’s been over a year since I’ve had to be on my feet for 8 hours. Once at the apartment I made a beeline for the couch and my kitties.

I moped.
The wifebot readied herself/headed off to see Britney Spears.

(Flash forward!)

The next day she (the wife not Britney Spears) didn’t have to be to work till noon. As we drank coffee I grabbed my blazer and said:

“How come this doesn’t have real pockets?”

She was confused by this question. So I showed her you know by sticking my hands in the pockets that weren’t really pockets. The pockets wouldn’t open and as she took the blazer from me I couldn’t help but think “this miniature bread, I’ve been working with for about half an hour and can’t figure it out.”

(Hooray movie reference I hope at least one person gets!)

Gently as if realizing that she may have been better of marrying the guy from Life Goes On than me she explained they were sewn shut. As she did this I really could not keep the scene from “This is Spinal Tap” with Nigel’s confusion about the little bread from popping into my head fully.

I was that guy.
(Well not that guy but you know THAT GUY.)

What can I say I’m not use to dressing all fancy, well in dressy clothes that aren’t from the thrift store that is.

As a special treat my incredibly lame-o looking id photo:

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You’re welcome.


Pig man at the Summer Solstice Party

June 28, 2011

One of the first things I fell in love when I moved to Cleveland was the Art Museum. They have some great pieces, awesome lectures, and it’s free every single day. Here and here are a few posts on some of the lectures they’ve had. They also have probably my all time favorite “La Vie”.

Sometimes, when I didn’t have to be at work after school I’d get off the bus at University Circle and walk on over to the museum. I’d spend an hour or so in there and generally end up sitting in front of “La Vie.” I’d pull out my notebook and just write sitting there.

It had been a goal for a while to make it to their Summer Solstice Party. This is essentially a huge party in the museum. How awesome an idea is that? The set up is tiered. If you are (or know someone who is) Mr. Moneybags you can start the party at 6pm (Eventide) for the $175 ticket. This will get you in for the whole night and includes food and open bar. The ticket prices drop the later in the evening you show up. If you’re unemployed like me you can get 20 dollar tickets.

(15 for us cus we be members’ bitches!)

This gets you in at 10pm and includes a cash bar, which is fine because we had a pregame plan. What? Simple: Find a parking space and the drink absinthe out of plastic glasses before walking over to the event.

(Brilliant.)

Lindsay and Kat got all prettified and I wore my boring dress pants and shirt. Only Pig Man took over.

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Within two minutes I was followed and pulled aside by 2 girls. They were pretty drunk (or on the edge of it) and wanted to know why I was wearing the pig nose. The only thing was I hadn’t officially come up with the story yet.

(I wasn’t even calling myself pig man yet.)
(or talking in third person.)

Both of them pulled me off the escalator and each held an arm. They were really close to my face and played with pig man’s nose.

Girl1: I LOVEEE IT!
Girl2: Is there a reason you’re wearing it?
(Pig Man shrugs.)
Girl1: Is it a statement?
Girl2: Or just accessory.
Pig man: Just my nose so an accessory I guess.
Girl1: Oh mah gosh.
Girl2: Nooooo it has to mean something. Like performance art or something.
Girl2: Yeahhh.
Pig man: Like for Sugardale?
Girl2: YES, It has to be for SOME reason.
Girl1: I think it’s so cute.
(Pig man see’s his wife waiting/looking for him.)
Girl1: Byyeeeee
Girl2: Byeeeeee

For the rest of the evening pig man referred to himself in third person.

“Pig man’s so hot in here he’s gonna turn into bacon soon.”
“Pig man thanks you for your kind words.”
“Pig man appreciates you holding the door for him.”

At another point out in the huge dancing crowd a woman came up to pig man and stroked his snout.

Snout stroker: I love your nose!
Pig man: I’m sorry baby pig man’s already got a wife.

Later on pig man entered the bathroom. As he saddled up to the urinal another dude noticed him.

Bathroom talker: Oh man you’re the guy wearing the pig nose they were talking about!
Pig man: This is pig man’s real nose Pig Man ain’t wearing no nose.
Bathroom talker: Awesome man!

I didn’t bring the camera because I didn’t want us carrying it around all drunk and etc. We did hit up their photo booth.

(A photo booth! How awesome is that?)

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The whole night women (some drunk and some not) just had to touch my nose. Some grabbed it, some tapped it. So what did we learn? We have definitive proof that chick’s dig a guy in a pig nose.

Pig Man don’t mind one bit.


The one where Egyptian stuff is cool

August 11, 2010

As I mentally prepared myself for the next lecture at Cleveland Museum of Art I have to (decided to despite being horrible at it) chronicle I realized that I never reviewed the last one. I know (I know) the uproar was crazy but fear not because here it is.

There was something different about this lecture. We got there with about 10 minutes (or so) to wait. The room was pretty filled (more than the other lectures) and people kept coming in. It was louder in there as people chatted and laughed. There were the few regulars, which I suppose include the wife and me. There was the old guy with the crazy hair, the slow question asker and the “doesn’t know how to give a compliment” guy. This time we weren’t the youngest in the crowd because there appeared to be some students and a few children. There was a buzz in the crowd—though mostly the sound of chatter you get with a bigger crowd. The bigger crowd could only mean two things.

1. Egyptian shit is cool

Or

2. Lauren is way popular.

Yes the rizza was in attendance. I believe the conversation that lead to the three of us attending went like this:

Rizza: What is the next lecture about?
Me: The Egyptian Collection in 2010: New discoveries, new perspectives.
Rizza: OMG. Putting it in my calendar now.

As we waited for it to begin I prepared for it by asking myself several important questions. Such as:

Does he/she resemble someone in a movie?
Does he/she make me think of random unrelated movie scenes?
Does he/she have an accent?
Do I look good in that picture (the lovely Alicia snapped a pic with her phone)?

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Not too bad—the wifey looks way cute.

The first obstacle to get over was the fact that he did not resemble anyone from any movies. Even worse
there were no movie scenes coming to mind. Oh well steady the ship and just follow your notes. The man giving the lecture was Lawrence M. Berman, consulting curator of Egyptian Art. He has quite the long title (That’s what she said!) He left us for Boston.

Boo! Hiss! Get out of here with your Chowdah! Just get in that Cah of yours and leave.

Oh wait he’s a curator and not a baseball, basketball or football player. Never mind then. These were all literal notes I wrote down. I think I was about to do a little drawing of a bean when he said:

“It amazes me to think” and then paused. This was written with a chuckle in my notebook with a “Yes!” next to it. Another difference between this one was he was the only speaker to drink.

And slur.
Heyooooooooo!

That’s not true he didn’t slur. Seriously though he wasn’t drunk and was very good. I’m sure it was just water in there. I for some reason did chronicle the sips he took for some reason.

He brought up his first slide (2nd sip.) I didn’t make any notes on this slide—why would I? Afterlife was in the back row of 4 objects and I’ve seen the afterlife be shown in the background of more than few pieces. Did I make a note of this? Not really instead I noted: “I wonder if the afterlife gets to 2nd base often back there.”

Then there was the Striding statue of Minnifer (1936).

The 3rd sip brought us a comment about Indiana Jones. The slide brought this note: “I love that scene when the dude does the whole flashy routine with the scimitar only to be shot by Indy.” Followed by “Indy hates snakes yo!” and no there were no snakes on the slide.

Fourth sip in.

This note is not necessarily in order of the lecture: there was also a slide of grave sites that made me note “Looks like a giant peanut butter cookie.” I’m not quite sure why. It was more of an aerial view if I remember correctly. Then he read from a diary (possibly Anne Frank’s? Not likely but I don’t really know any other famous diaries) I know I know that was horrible. It was actually the diary of the people doing the dig/archiving and what not.

Notes on this include: Boring—who writes these things? They thought they were so cool with their facts and figures and drawings. Not one person died or betrayed someone in the diary.

5th sip. He said huge, enormous, bigger, and large a lot. Ladies you know who you want to party with. They always say once you go curator…

….you get your ass educated.

What the hell?

Oh oh a Google maps joke! See Egyptian artifacts can be topical. And it’s about this point where he appears to remind me of Woody Allen. (Don’t ask)

There were relics from the Tomb of Nyankhnesut. Some slides of plowing and flute playing but not in the sexual way. (It was important to note in my notes that it was not sexually) Things really picked up with A 3300 year old tomb being rediscovered at Saqqara. It went 125 years (if I’m reading the chicken scratch I wrote correctly, because I’m too lazy to search to find out) since it’s discovery.

Vizier Mereruka, who was married to the King´s eldest daughter. In time, Mereruka became the high priest of Teti´s mortuary cult. Then in an hour long special on ESPN the tomb announced itself and will soon be playing for the Miami Heat.

Oh that joke hurts so good.

During this part he was much more excited (that’s what she said) than the other speakers. You can feel his passio—

Oh oh he said “star gate” he’s going to get sued!

That was literally how my note looked. It came (twss) in the middle of the previous sentence.

6th sip He went on to “Shipwrecked Sailor” slides. The story is of a sailor that gets shipwrecked (who would have guessed?) on an Island and is soon visited by a serpent. Basically picture Tom Hanks minus the volley ball and dancing. The serpent gets this note: Cobra Commander with a beard.

I was interested in the “Paint Box of Vizier Amenemope”

Dude was like the Chief Justice of a supreme court if he was stapled to Voltron. I believe the explanation of this was the fact that he had several “jobs” or “roles” rolled into one thing? I really dug this slide and had just recently spent time looking at in the actually gallery.

My doodle:

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Real one (from the wonderful CMA site. Visit them!):

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Colors: red (desher), green (wadj), blue (khesbedj and irtiu), and 2 blacks.

Notes in section include: Master of secrets. Overseer of city and Even Kings have paint boxes. A lot of Ooh and ohhs being murmured: See previous note about partying with curators.

Went on to some slides of Model Cheetah Skins. They were 8 ½ inches long with painted spots. Statues often wore cloaks—you know like in Mannequin? Much was discussed about Ra—the Sun God. Way back up there one was a High Priestess of Ra.

Okay let’s try to bring this home as gently as possible because the last notes go like this:

Ah in this slide 2 baboons sing Rage Against the Machine to the Sun God. This should be a story of creation. Oh it ended with about 8 sips in case you cared. The lecture was very interesting and I don’t do it just—good lord if you thought I was trying then all hope is lost!

Some notes not used:

Should conclude his lecture with a naked finger biting child or naked finger biting god/boy.
Howard Carter (finder of artifacts) related to Gary Carter? (HOF Catcher)
Made of metal—Like a smaller Decipticon.
Priest of Ra—Wu Tang Clan bitches!
Mr. Toomy—(Langolier joke needs to be thought up)

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The one where I get wood.

July 16, 2010

Hey, eyes up here people. Keep your mind out of the gutter. This past Wednesday the wifey and I went to the Cleveland Museum of Art once again. It has become a ritual. It is part of CMA’s wonderful series of lectures called—well I wrote it down but can’t find it—so we’re gonna just use the title: “CMA gets all curatory and stuff.” The lectures are done by the curators and afterwards you can chat with them by the actual exhibits. That is pretty cool in my book.

This week’s lecture was “She’s just Jenny from the block”*

Actually it was on The Color Woodcuts of Mabel Hewit and the craft of woodcuts and print making in general. Hewit was a little known Cleveland artist. The lecture was given by the Curator of Prints Jane Glaubinger, or as she’s known to her friends Janey from the block. (I can’t actually prove they call her that) You still with me Charlie Brown? Ah ha! You see what I did there? You know because Lucy would call him block head?*

Nothing?

Anyway she (Hewit not Lucy) created exuberantly colored, modernist woodcuts depicting diverse subjects.

*As I tried to form this post Jennifer Lopez ‘Jenny from the Block’ and Charlie Brown ‘Blockhead’ jokes kept trying to pop up and I resisted. I resisted until Carissa told me I had to use them. So blame her for that bad joke and other bad jokes that happen in the future.

Anyplacingtheblame it was a very interesting lecture (just like the last one) and of course I took copious amounts of notes. I scribbled about 3 pages of notes. Not one of them was serious—but hey did you really expect anything else?

The first thing I think we must deal with was the fact that she didn’t look like anyone other than you know her own self. That was an actual word for word note in my notebook. It was the very first one actually. Along with “man she’s not giving me anything to work with here” which I suppose meant I could not make witty jokes about some character she looks like.

I love you Jonasz! (see link to first lecture)

I did seriously find Hewit to be very interesting and in the end wish the lecture spent more time on her (That’s what she said!) The history and story of the prints and woodcuts was cool and Jane (I can call her Jane because you know I sat in a dark room with her) explored the story and all its turns. You will not get that here. Oh I can’t refuse you when you give me those eyes:

Woodblock printing is a technique for printing text, images or patterns used widely throughout East Asia and originating in China in antiquity as a method of printing on textiles and later paper. As a method of printing on cloth, the earliest surviving examples from China date to before 220, and from Egypt to the 4th century.
Ukiyo-e is the best known type of Japanese woodblock art print. Most European uses of the technique on paper are covered by the art term woodcut, except for the block-books produced mainly in the fifteenth century. I better stop there or you’ll want to learn shit every post. Go watch sesame street if you want that. I’d like to take this opportunity to address the horrible situation that occurred early in the lecture. You may recall the last lecture there was a leopard stool? Well he showed up a few minutes into her talk and was not happy. I think he was drunk. This happened:

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Just in case it isn’t clear (we know it isn’t that is a horribly painful “drawing”):

There is the Leopard stool (bottom left)
Screen with prints (middle)
Janey from the block at podium (Right)
She is saying “very Japanese” when the Leopard stool busts in and drunkenly yells “Bitch better not be tryin’ ta take my spot!”

It was very sad and kind of scary. It also may or not have happened. Anylamedrawing after composing herself (and Leopardy was pulled out) she explained how Japanamania hit Europe. From what I gather this was a lot like Hulkamania. People discovered prints from Japan (often used to wrap things being sent) and you know went wild. They ripped their shirts off and said “brother” a lot. Some may or may not have said their prayers and taken their vitamins. It was crazy brother!

A whole bunch of artists wrote letters to other people waxing poetic about the Japanese style and begging them to come to where they were to see it. Some artists started to incorporate the style and actual pieces into their art.

Van Gogh wrote letters praising them and in one he claimed they amused him. Uh that seems kind of douche baggy but I dig Vinnie so I’ll let it slide. I can call him Vinnie cus I was in a dark room when someone mentioned him. So this “being amused” by it can lead us to four conclusions.

1. He’s very easily amused.
2. Drug addict.
3. Or you know a great artist
4. All of the above.

Chime in if you like. They began using the style. There were close-ups, flat shapes with no shadow incorporated into the art of the time. A lot of the Japanese prints used what were essentially prostitutes in their prints.

Some of the same style was used but then the women went from prostitutes to elegant French woman. Which can only mean one thing: all French women are prostitutes. The craze took shape and eventually hit America. This was similar to Beatlemania minus the British accents and delusions of grandeur.
Dude I mean even Whistler (he’s cool cus his name is James) got into it. He was all ripping his bright yellow shirt off and slamming Andre the Giant. Oh damn I think I just mixed my metaphors. Whatever brother! He dug it too and well she went into a little bit about his time with it.
I gathered from this portion that Whistler in modern times would be one of the celebrities who make those Proactiv acne treatment commercials. He’d be the one like Katy Perry. You know where they’d make him call himself a “free spirit” and then talk into his shoe like it was a phone to prove it.
Part of the popularity of these woodcuts and prints was that they were small.

AH HA! See ladies small is good!

Yes anysize moving along. The prints often depicted mundane activity from their culture that here wow’d the people. They were relatively cheap to make and many of the artists (In the US) did all the work themselves. Artist took care of the stamping, rubbing and printing in a press. Cus we Americans Get r done!

What?

We ended the lecture with a very special moment:

Janey from the block: It’s very Japanese”
Conky the Robot: “That’s the secret word”
Crowd: “AHHHHHHHHHHHH”

You see when showing us works inspired by the Japanese style she often noted “this is very Japanese” and I couldn’t resist the joke.

I do urge you to get down to CMA and see the Mabel Hewit collection if you can. It is some neat stuff. This is my favorite one (I got this from the CMA website—please don’t sue me!):

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It is a color woodcut; 27.7 × 30.3 cm. Her title is Sun Bathing. In my notebook I have this note for it: “Boy look at that BOOTY”

Some notes that were made but didn’t make it into the post:

Make a Matthew Perry—Friends Joke.
Oh she said Commodore Perry. Yay Great Lakes Beer!
Keep picturing the ghost in the courtroom scene in Ghostbusters II
Damn you Jonasz!
People who bought this stuff: Sir Money Bottom, Miss Gold Filled Purse and Mister Bag O’Money.
Sort of like a VCR.
They used a harmonious blend of light and dark—like a black and white cookie.
Did she just defame Whistler?

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The one where I get leopardy or

July 1, 2010

You know learn about art.

A brief disclaimer before we begin. I went into this hoping to write a neat little write up of it. I did.
No seriously. Look:

Dear awesome chick I know who works at the Art Museum,

“hey is it cool to bring my camera to the lecture? I thought I’d blog about it so like to snap a few shots.”

See. Ms. Jackson my intentions were good and if I could go back in time to write a more serious one I probably still wouldn’t. What can I say I am who I am? I do want to state for the record no matter what you read below this point (if you read) I thoroughly enjoyed the lecture. It was very interesting and well done. Constantine Petridis, curator of African Art, gave the lecture and I mean no disrespect at all.
I mean no disrespect because the first note I have on the actual lecture was this:

He really reminds me of the character from Ghost Busters II. You know Dr. Janosz Poha? Janosz is the guy who gets possessed by the spirit of Vigo the Carpathian. This guy:

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Of course because I kept seeing him as Janosz lead to two continual thoughts running through my head.

1. I can’t possibly include it in my write up. 2. I wonder if I can get him to say “Soon, the city will be mine and Vigo’s… mainly Vigo’s.” after the lecture.

I almost convinced myself to do it too. Think he would have punched me? Anysequel he spoke very eloquently about the piece and was very thoughtful. He added some bits (and attempts) at humor but that really just enforced the thoughts from above. I did also have this other note written:

“he says ‘unit’ a lot. Tee hee.”

Yes tee hee was actually part of the note.On that note let us really dive on in. Ready kiddies?

It of course was held at the amazing Cleveland Museum of Art. Check them out at that link and or follow them on twitter here. It has been under construction for what seems like forever but there are new galleries open and they look awesome. We get a lot of crap from places but I will say this: Our Art Museum is still free so suck on it bitches.

We arrived at about 6:40 and entered the building. Now I knew the lecture but not where it was being given. The wifey asked the gaggle of security people—do you use gaggle for security people?—she asked them where it was. Bear in mind they were old. It went mostly like this (note anything in parenthesis may not have actually happened):

Securityoldie1: Whaa? LECTURE? (In my day a lecture meant you were in trouble!) You know of a LECTURE? (You know lass in my day we walked 100 miles in the snow and broken glass to get to lectures and on time)
Securityoldie2: No I don’t know anything about lectures.
Securityoldie3: I’m not sure. (If I should be hanging out with these fellas) Ask the desk.
Securityoldie1: Oh yes it is in the African Exhibits. (Damn kids)
Securityoldie1-3: (Get off our lawns!)

We ran from them without are baseball because they told us one more time and it was theirs. Maybe our friend can borrow his dad’s Babe Ruth Baseball.

Bam! Dropping a Sandlot reference on you right there. I just cracked a huge knowledge egg on you bitches.

So we go down (yeah baby) and then through the back halls and up the escalator and around the corners. After we left grandma’s house (and back through the woods) we went to the African exhibits. Where there was nobody. We walked around. Found Morgan Freeman posing as a CMA security guy and he said he didn’t know of it. Pointed us back to the African Art section and there we stood perplexed as the clocked ticked on to 7.

[Insert Benny Hill chase scene here.] Incidentally that note in my book made me download the Benny Hill theme as my ringtone. I’m impressionable.

AnyYaketySax as we stood there near the Stool (bahahah) we realized that the dude giving the lecture was up there too. How did we know? Well he told someone he’s from “The upper vest side” that he knew that they weren’t late because he was the one giving the lecture and that it was downstairs in the lecture hall. Wow a lecture in a lecture hall—who would have thunk? We’re smart!

[Cue Benny Hill chase again]

So the lecture was on African art and specifically: King Kamga’s Leopard Stool.

I’ll pause while you giggle because you just read stool. Oh is that just me? Fine. This is the actual description of the stool (haha I know at least Carissa is laughing with me. High five Carissa!) from their site:

In its homeland in the Cameroon Grassfields this leopard stool is a symbol of high rank and once belonged to the royal treasure. Imported glass beads from Venice and Bohemia were the exclusive property of the king and his retinue, while leopard imagery was reserved for the prestige arts at the royal court. After it was photographed at the feet of its last African owner, King Kamga II of Bandjoun, this stool was brought back by Father Frank Christol to France where it remained hidden in a private collection for more than half a century.

I could use the camera but the room was way too dark without the flash so I made these for you:

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Shown: Seats (Bottom) Screen (left) King Kamga’s Stool (bahaha) (in screen) Janosz and Podium (right)

And this:

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Shown: Screen w/ Cameroon Grassland Map (Left) and Crazy guy (will make an appearance later and his crazy hair (bottom Right)

It was all very interesting. I found it fascinating. He talked about how some of the stuff (such as the Leopard stool) was not originally as highly valued. Apparently the collectors felt the wooden stuff was more expressive than art that was made with beads and etc. I think they are all amazing and very much expressive. The stools made wonderful use of wood, textile and beads.

This one was a traveling stool (though still very large and heavy.) The Leopard was used metaphorically and figuratively (yay redundancy!) The King’s had dual roles both religious and Royal (law). The Leopard represented leadership. The stools were seen as protective as much as useful. The defender would morph into/under the guise of a leopard seeking out trouble and evil doers. Sort of like Darkwing Duck but you not a duck, and nothing like that at all.

Anyletsgetdangerous he kept it short but very informative. He was friendly and answered questions from the audience. The audience wasn’t as big as I had hoped it would be and the questions were mostly lame. This leads me to the crazy hair guy. He was interested in the part where Janosz had mentioned that beaded artifacts weren’t as valuable. He wanted to know if he (the speaker) felt that he (and the CMA) were pioneers in the showing of these artifacts. What he asked was:

“do you feel that because it’s sort of under the radar that you come in like a thief and get the good stuff”

What??

Anyawkwardness he didn’t know how to respond and then went on to explain some of the process of how things get shown and what not. That was interesting too. There are more lectures in the series. If interested check here. I know we’ll be back.

Things in my notes but not mentioned used here:

How it pre dates Christianity (like Joan Rivers)
Boobies! (A slide had a woman with her boobs exposed!)
How a headdress was like the Decepticon Soundwave.
Here is that note: The headdress can be folded in to protect the feathers while not performing. Awesome the headdress is sort of like a Transformer. Yeah like Soundwave except not a robot, no gun and doesn’t turn into a sweet boom box.
The early beads were pretty plain. Just red white and blue.
America Fuck Yeah!

I’ll leave you with some pictures of King Kamga’s Stool:

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And then me plotting:

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