Archive for November, 2010

thanksgiving_2133

We’re just about to set the table and raise our glasses. Wherever today finds you, and whatever is on your plate, have a warm and happy Thanksgiving!

snowday_2024

Three inches of snow fell today while I had my morning cuppa. Since the region has possibly the world’s tiniest fleet of snow plows (Seattle has just twenty-seven; you can imagine what a tiny handful Tacoma’s got), and none of them are out thus far—’round here, three inches is enough to cancel an entire city, let alone school.

snowday_2053

Despite the lure of white beaches and urban ski runs, I’m not crazy enough to try descending the hills today. Instead I’m spending my snow day close to home, so I can marvel at how strange the rhodies look under a sugar dusting.

snowday_2035

On our rare doses of “real” winter, it always looks like Nature made some sort of clerical error—like the mailman dropping someone else’s holiday cards into our mailbox.

snowday_2042

Instead of a blanket of white over a soft grey world, everything glows in blues, greens, yellows … and reds?

snowday_2043

Yes, that is an apple, still on the tree—nicely chilled and ready to serve for Thanksgiving.

Let it snow!

local-conditions_1_002

First of all, a whole lot of letterpress-printed, hand-bound thanks to everyone who came to my talk last week—your smiles went a long way toward erasing my stage fright. I only hope I didn’t say “Um…” too many times.

Second, I’ve been hemming and hawing about how best to share this thing with the rest of you—sorry for taking so long to show my face around here. Even with Sarah’s excellent photography, it’s just a lot more difficult to explain how it works when I can’t hold the book out into space and demonstrate in real time. It’s a problem with every artist book out there—an interactive sculpture, complete with moving parts, that also happens to tell a story is just dern hard to document.

So for now, I’m going to go through the mechanics of the thing, step by step, and go into the whys and wherefores in other posts. And for those of you who might not be familiar with the term “artist book,” you’re going to find out really quickly that this isn’t your basic hardcover book. The definition of “artist book” is way too broad to go into within this post, but I’m hoping that by the time you get to the bottom, you’ll have an idea of just how broad the term can be—and what crazy things can happily fall into the category.

local-conditions_2_008

Okay, let’s start with the box. When it’s all closed up, Local Conditions is almost a cube (a 10-inch cube that’s heavy enough to be hiding a sack or two of flour inside). On the topmost face of the box is the frontispiece, containing the title and a topographic map illustration of the summit of Mt. Rainier.

local-conditions_3_004

The north, south, east and west sides of the box are faced with illustrations of the corresponding faces of Rainier, each depicting the mountain from the same moment of the day: sunset.

local-conditions_4_010

(That’s the eastern face on the left, and the north face beside it.)

Now, those two little bone clasps hold the thing together, and when you flick them out of their loops,

local-conditions_5_012

the book opens up, revealing a chest of drawers. Keep pulling on the flap you just raised,

local-conditions_6_021

and you’ll find that you can take the whole outer wrapper off and read the colophon (see below) printed on the inside.

local-conditions_7_022

The other panels on the wrapper include detailed instructions on everything the book does—more on that in another post.

local-conditions_8_023

Next, let’s open the drawers—nested in the bottom one you’ll find a Viewing Box (yeah, I know … a box, within a box, within a box … sorry.) that consists of a window, a background panel, and two tabs that stick out from either side.

local-conditions_9_063

The tabs match up with the grooved unit at the top of the chest of drawers, and the Viewing Box slides into place.

local-conditions_10_040

So now the box is fully expanded, and the book is assembled for use. Now comes the fun part.

Take a closer look at the Viewing Box, and open the top two drawers.

local-conditions_11_046

Inside the drawers you’ll find a series of cut-out cards, each printed with a different image. These little image flats slide right into the slots of the Viewing Box,

local-conditions_12_048

and face out the window to form an instant picture—kind of like an old-fashioned stage set.

local-conditions_13_053

There are 120 flats to choose from, and by combining, layering and switching them in and out of the Viewing Box, you can create seemingly endless scenes of Mt Rainier. I came up with one hundred, and documented them as part of the book (again, I’ll elaborate later), but I’m more interested in how many you can dream up.

local-conditions_14_047

(Hint: a lot. Thousands. Millions. To be precise, 1.4 x 1015, or 1.4 quintillion, if you really wanted to push the envelope.)

Local Conditions: One Hundred Views of Mt. Rainier (At Least)
Edition size: 26
Book size: 10 x 8 x 8 inches when closed
Viewing window: 3 x 5 inches
Price: $2600

Artist book consisting of viewing box and 120 image flats, illustrated and compiled from data collected in person, on location, over the course of two years. Housed in a set of drawers with nested stab-bound book and Japanese-style outer wrapper.

Colophon reads:

Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai (1759 – 1849) is perhaps best known for his seminal works, Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji and One Hundred Views of Mt. Fuji. The two series of woodblock prints, published from 1829 to circa 1847, depict the sacred peak within the context of landscapes and scenes of daily life. At the heart of the series is Hokusai’s own obsession with immortality, and his fascination with Fuji’s eternal presence.

Therein lies the rub: Fuji is anything but eternal. Beyond the usual, abstract geologic transience of eroding rock and drifting continents, Fuji is an active stratovolcano. Its days—and those of the lives and lands at its base—are numbered.

Here in Washington state, just forty miles southeast of my home, lies Fuji’s taller, more volatile, American twin. Variously named Tacobet, Tahoma and Ti’Swaq’, among others, by the region’s indigenous peoples,  or simply “The Mountain” by contemporary locals—its most arbitrary moniker, coined in 1792 by Captain George Vancouver, is the one that stuck: Mount Rainier.

It’s easy to forget Rainier’s impermanence. It has presided over thousands of years of indigenous culture, followed by the encroachment and permanent occupation of white settlers. It oversaw the construction of the Northern Pacific Railroad, the fever of the Klondike Gold Rush, the splendor of the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exposition. It stood in judgment while the American descendants of Hokusai’s countrymen were imprisoned beside the wooden-frame rollercoaster of the Western Washington Fairgrounds, at the internment center nicknamed Camp Harmony. And it has watched the rise and decline and rise again of Tacoma, the City of Destiny lovingly misnamed in its honor.

Yet all the while, Rainier has changed as much as the tableau at its feet. Its volcanic restlessness shifts its form, as our capricious Northwestern weather masks its appearance. It hides, or dominates, depending on the time of day or year. Even we have proved a catalyst, as our warming climate chases its alpine glaciers into retreat at the speed of industry.

And one day—whether tomorrow or in a million years, in an explosion of ash or by the erosion of time—Mount Rainier will disappear completely. I can’t begin to predict the future, but I can attempt to capture the present moment. One hundred present moments, to be exact. If nothing else, Local Conditions is a reminder of the lesson of this place: that here in the Ring of Fire, we never see the same Mountain twice.

* * *

Illustrated, designed, printed and bound by Chandler O’Leary, through freak snowstorms, record heat, and a thousand gentle rains in Tacoma, Washington. Each of the book’s 120 image flats is illustrated and compiled from sketches, photographs and data collected in person, on location, from September 2008 to October 2010. All text and images were letterpress printed in Hokusai’s indigo ink, down the street at Springtide Press. Images and topographic map patterns are hand-drawn and watercolored.

For making it possible to turn this crazy idea into an even crazier reality, many heartfelt thanks to [the Tailor*], Jessica Spring, [Zooey*], Sarah Christianson, the Tacoma Arts Commission, the University of Puget Sound Collins Memorial Library, and the Book Arts Guild. Thanks also to the weather, for always, despite a notorious reputation, seeming to hold just long enough for me to grab the camera and jump in the car.

Produced with the support of a Tacoma Artists Initiative Program grant from the City of Tacoma Arts Commission.

local-conditions_15_062

* Names changed, as per usual.

gethandy_full

Huh. Well, the sheep didn’t end up wandering in here after all, but the chickens sure did.

Maybe it’s the changing seasons. Or the fact that the farmers market runneth over with delicious autumn goodies. Or maybe we just wanted to talk about something that made us smile, for a change—because this time, for our tenth Dead Feminist broadside, Jessica and I have turned to a subject somewhat lighter of heart.

gethandy_thumbs_1

From the likes of urban homesteaders, artisans, D.I.Y.-ers, and hobbyists of all stripes, brilliant handiwork is all around us. We are in constant admiration of the power of one’s own two hands, and the good deeds they can do. And for the perfect symbol of a handmade life infused with joy and meaning, we’ve handed the microphone to Elizabeth Zimmermann:

One tends to give one’s fingers too little credit for their own good sense.

gethandy_hands

Now, as many of you probably know, Ms. Zimmermann was a knitter (that’s an understatement; I’d say more like All-Time Super-Queen Knitter of the Cosmos, Forever and Ever, Amen). But like every knitter, there is so, so much more to her than that. So rather than simply leaving it at yarn and wool, we discovered a cornucopia of the pursuits that fingers like to turn to when they’re not knitting. There are no idle hands here, to be sure.

gethandy_jars

Just in time for the fall harvest and in cozy preparation for the winter months ahead (or for our friends in the southern hemisphere, looking forward to a fruitful summer), Get Handy overflows with simple pleasures and home comforts. Elizabeth drafts a cable pattern and whips up a Fair Isle yoke. A little slow food takes root in the garden. Honeybees guard a new crop of candles. Fresh home-canned treats stock the shelves. Chickens scratch along a fence of golden (darning) eggs. Over a cup of tea, puzzles piece together and checkers crown kings. And when they’ve put down the yarn and scissors, the hands spell it out for you in American Sign Language.

Oh, and the Tailor’s blueberries and Jessica’s dilly beans make a cameo appearance. Yum.

gethandy_credit

A portion of the proceeds from Get Handy will be donated to the amazing healing hands of Médecins Sans Frontières / Doctors Without Borders, via Tricoteuses Sans Frontières / Knitters Without Borders, which organizes knitters to raise funds for MSF/DWB. MSF, winner of the 1999 Nobel Peace Prize, is a medical relief organization dedicated to assisting people in distress around the world.

gethandy_eggs

Get Handy: No. 10 in the (Dead) Feminist Broadside series
Edition size: 158
Poster size: 10 x 18 inches

Printed on an antique Vandercook Universal One press, on archival, 100% rag paper. Each piece is hand-colored and signed by both artists.

Colophon reads:
Elizabeth Lloyd-Jones Zimmermann (1861 – 1955) was a British-born master knitter. EZ (as she was known by legions of knitters) moved to the United States and founded Schoolhouse Press in the 1950s, teaching a new approach to knitting through original designs, newsletters, books and a television series. Her no-nonsense approach was laced with humor and readily applied to life beyond knitting, from encouragement in experimentation to trusting one’s own instincts. Americans were reintroduced to the easier, faster German or Continental style of knitting, which had fallen out of favor during WWII, while EZ encouraged students to think on their own using EPS (Elizabeth’s Percentage System) to easily size garments. EZ’s daughter Meg had continued her knitting legacy, most likely inspired by her mother’s motto: “Knit on with confidence and hope, through all crises.”

Price: $35

Available now in the shop!

gethandy_signlanguage

We’re down to three copies of End of the Line, so grab yours while you can. The Curie Cure, Just Desserts and On a Mission are also still available, as are reproduction postcards of the first nine broadsides.

(The next Dead Feminist Broadside will be released in February 2011, at the Codex International Bookfair in Berkeley, CA.)

gethandy_thumbs_2

Now that was a blog break. Holy cow, I didn’t think I’d be trapped below the surface for so long—thank you to all the rescuers (especially you, Sarah) who dived in after me! We had a huge turnout at the Local Conditions opening, and an even huger showing at Studio Tour this weekend. So to the two-hundred-some generous people who came to either or both, thank you for the enormous display of support and good karma. For you friends afar, we’re finally ready to get this show on the road—starting with the new broadside tomorrow!

dayofjubilation_capitol_1804

I woke up this morning after the first full night’s sleep in over a month, and celebrated by breaking the recent routine of studio-studio-studio entirely. I ignored the computer, bundled up, and headed to beloved Oly for a once-in-a-century party.

dayofjubilation_1659

One hundred years ago today, the state of Washington approved an amendment to the state constitution granting women the right to vote. To celebrate the occasion, the state capitol played host to the Centennial Day of Jubilation. Forget collaborating on Jell-o recipes; I think even May and Emma would have agreed on how cool an idea this was.

dayofjubilation_1793

Everyone in the Rotunda got in on the action. The Lieutenant Governor’s office, here, was transformed into a picket line,

dayofjubilation_1772

while reenactors turned the foyer into a debate chamber.

dayofjubilation_1700

And upstairs, in the Reception Room, a feisty demonstrator channeled May’s spirit—

dayofjubilation_1706

and did her best to drag the audience into the past with her.

dayofjubilation_1685

It’s too bad I don’t own any Edwardian clothing—I felt a bit underdressed for the occasion.

dayofjubilation_button_1871

Even in my twenty-first century overcoat, though, I found a way to wear a little pride. Thanks, May, Emma, Coraand all of the Washington suffragists. We couldn’t celebrate without you.