The Book of Bon Bons

Flexagons.  For the past few years I have been taking delight in playing with these geometric puzzles.  You start with a flat piece of paper.  Add a little fold, a little glue, and voila! — three or four pictures where you thought there were only 2.  Well, actually, it’s a little deeper than that.  First discovered/invented by mathematician Arthur Stone, these little mysteries have fascinated children and adults alike.

I showed them to fellow residents at Blue Mountain Center last summer, and guest artist Beth Thielen encouraged me to make a book of them.  One of the best roads to creativity is curiosity, the other is play.

The Book of Bon Bons, artist book
The Book of Bon Bons
still from "The Book of Bon Bons" video
still from “The Book of Bon Bons” video

Here it is.  Only it is interactive.  It is art that is meant to be touched and played with.  Easy to see that it’s difficult to show in 2D, static time.

So I took to working with beginning Video Production students at Berkeley City College.  It was their first project. They came up with the story and shot the video.  It was amazing to see them organized – by their teacher, Rachel Simpson – and swarming on the project.   The Mysterious One made the music on his altered banjo;  I provided lunch on the day of the shoot, and then edited everything down to 2.5 minutes.  The pocket you see in the center of the book cover is for the DVD.

But, you can see this video online at either my Vimeo account https://vimeo.com/94102647, or at http://www.jandove.com/pages/bon-bon.html.  You will find more stills on the jandove site.

 

 

Visual Bon-Bon

Getting close to finishing an Idea which hatched during my residency at Blue Mountain Center, and that is a box of visual bon-bons.  In actuality they are geometric puzzles to which I added photographs, prints and drawings.  You can find these puzzles on the internet by searching for “flexagons”.

One fairly simple puzzle with an impossible flap grew into a little book named “Membranes”.

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Artist Book by Jan Dove
impossible flap puzzle grows into a book

“Membranes” is finished off with some batik cotton and coptic binding.

coptic binding

Next project: finish the box of bon-bons of which this book is one piece — I think.

Paul Farinacci, artist of social commentary

It has been a while since Oola and I traveled on any “plane”.  That foolishness dealt with, I would like you to meet — if you haven’t already — one of my fellow travelers at Blue Mountain Center.

Paul Farinacci is an artist with whom I spent a few whiles in pleasant discussion of the kinds of stuff Artists talk about.  Paul gave the suggestion — and the hand —  to light one of my book installations by candles (big citronella buckets, if you are into details).  But mostly he was bent on getting two pieces done for a show.  He worked longer into the beautiful Adirondack nights than I ever did.

Paul’s work is the kind that you might pass by if you are not the kind to take close, slow looks.  At first it reminded me of Grimm’s fairy tales. The more I looked, the more Daumier and Dorothea Lange and Mark Fiore came to mind.  It even made me wonder how Goya would deal with the social issues we are facing in our place/time.

During our residency Paul was working on 2 paper maché sculptures in his series about testing school children on their academic progress. Each work is covered in NY State testing pages.

Click on any image to see its enlargement.

“Death by #2” is another of my favorites.

deathby#2Paul makes sculptural buildings which are lighted inside, so that you can play the voyeur to see what is going on.

And another favorite:

assistedliving2
Assisted Living

Paul also makes huge drawings of which you can see representations at the New York Foundation for the Arts website: http://nyfamark.com/section/164643_Paul_Farinacci.html

If you are in New York, you can visit his work at the Lyceum Gallery, Suffolk Community College (Riverhead NY) until Oct 26.  www.artslant.com/ny/venues/show/41662-lyceumgallery

Well worth a second, third, and fourth look!

More Art from Blue Mountain Center Residency

The idea to pay homage to the water and the land here in the Adirondacks lead me to a second installation (in addition to the Waterbook in the last post).

Earth woman artist book
Earth woman

Here she is as installed in the woods outside my studio,,  She is an artist book of 16 panels with the image sections of Earth woman on one side and text on the other.

Earth woman text
Earth woman text

Here is a view of the text, which consists of definitions of land related words from which I highlight chosen words to create a kind of “found” poem.

If you were walking by this section of woods at  night with a flashlight, you might see this.

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Earth Woman at night.

Paul, a fellow resident, suggested I try candle light.  He helped me, and we got this.

Earth Woman by candle light
Earth Woman by candle light

Here is a small section from the poem on the back of this piece.

……………….

4

I held my

‘seat,’ by association

with trees:

for the trees fail to grasp

overattention to details.

Distance.

Plant a wooden structure

representing different

relationships.

A man.

A challenge.

Bony antlers.

……………………

This book started as a photo of a small statue that watches over those of us who simply MUST read our email, (and write our blog).  Through the miracle of Photoshop I took the Christian crosses off her dress and replaced them with the logos of some environmental organizations.  Foremost on the list to my mind is the ban fracking movement.  http://www.foodandwaterwatch.org.  If you haven’t heard what Obama and the BLM are up to right now, get info and submit your comments here. act.350.org/letter/public-lands-fracking/

This book will fold down to about 6″ x 17″ x 2″.  My next job is to create a book box for it.

Going home soon.

Work at Blue Mountain Center

Today was the day.  When I came to Blue Mountain Center three weeks ago,  I thought I would like to try to create two books, one that pays homage to the water here, and one that pays homage to the land.  The water book has been finished for a while, but rain has kept me from presenting it to the Lake.  This morning opened just a little cloudy, so I told Oola, Today is the Day.

All picts can be clicked on to get enlargements.

The photoshop file looks like this.

Waterbook
Waterbook

and it is divided into 28 panels, printed on clear film, and bound loosely into a folding book.  I attached little floaties and prints of waterlily leaves.  (The waterlilies here are beautiful and endangered from acid rain.)  (I had a remote encounter with a river otter, and a mink.)

Right after breakfast Mike – another of the residents and a fine writer – and I took the Water book down to the shallow part of the lake and launched it.  A little while later several other residents showed up.  Jen and Danica took these great pictures.

a corner of Waterbook
a corner of Waterbook
Waterbook floating
Waterbook floating

I bet a few of you were wondering where Oola has been.  Well, she’s been plenty busy, but she helped out with this art installation.

Oola and Waterbook
Oola and Waterbook and some real waterlily leaves

Soon it was time to take Waterbook out of the water, and start thinking about a suitable bound box for it.

Taking Waterbook out of the water
Taking Waterbook out of the water

Then it was time to start folding up Waterbook for the trip to the studio.

folding Waterbook
folding Waterbook
folding Waterbook
folding Waterbook
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once more

Here you can see some of the text.  It consists of water related definitions from which I highlighted selected words to create an I Ching sounding poem.  Here is part of it.

………………………

a house down by the lake

your story:
to breathe
under water,
flowing water,
an abundance.

dumbfounded
she swam on the surface.

he went for a swim
against) the tide.

……………………….

The second book, an homage to the land, is nearing completion.  Hopefully I can finish in the next 6 days.

More later.

Some of the Pleasures of Blue Mountain Center

The pleasures of Blue Mountain Center are many and some can be organized by water, land, the mind, and….drum roll….the kitchen.

All images can be clicked on for an enlargement.

lake

The lake is the place for exercise after those hours working on the manuscript OR a place for working on the manuscript.  Or it is just the place for cooling off.

dive

A few hardy souls swim the third of a mile across the lake — accompanied by a canoeist so as to be protected from the occasional motorboats.  A few days ago we held our collective breath for 3 of our aquabats when a speed-happy Mr. Toad of Toad Hall appeared at the far end of the lake.  Ann was in the canoe and acting mother duck, but we think it was Henri’s fluorescent pink swim cap that saved him.

There are plenty of opportunities to exert oneself on a path through the woods, or on a scramble up a mountain.  But my favorite part of the land is the BMC garden.

The deer are not afraid of humans.  Mike said he bumped a deer with the kitchen door this morning.  The deer stayed in place and kept munching on a tasty tree.

deer

FOOD!  Not only food to remember, but food as an art of the highest order.  Fresh, original, health-minded fare — each meal a surprise to the palette. Allen is the amazing full-time cook, but the love of one’s heart goes to Sis and Diane in the morning. They ease you into the day, always with good cheer and sometimes with motherly promptings.

Diane, morning cook
Diane, of the famous duo, SisandDiane

Twice a week the dinner meal is prepared by the staff and volunteer residents.  Last night we made pizza — six different kinds of pizza, some gluten free, some vegetarian, some with outstanding salami and not-your-run-of-the-mill olives.  I counted 4 varieties of cheese on the chopping table — nary a Cheddar or a Jack in sight.  Homemade pizza dough.  I am getting so spoiled!

Huzzah! For Colette and Hannah, the staff members who lead the team.  And to Ben, BMC co-director, who skillfully scrubbed the kitchen dishes.

Delivered on time and (presumably) on budget, this meal impressed me because it was prepared by very competent amateurs for 26 people.  BMC had extra guests last night, including writer Oliver Sacks, the author of The Man Who Mistook his Wife for a Hat, Musicophelia, and more.

Oliver Sacks
Oliver Sacks. photo from Oliver Sacks website.

Dr. Sacks has been a resident at BMC many times over the years and said that he has done much of his writing here.  After the meal he gave a reading of his recent essay about turning 80 and facing death.  He was wearing a tee shirt displaying the emblem for Mercury, the number for which is 80 on the periodic table of the elements.  His reading was spoken in a gentle, honest, direct, and uncomplicated voice.  It is an essay for the ears as well as for the eyes. It was published recently in the NY Times.  You can read it here.  Such a joy and unexpected privilege to hear him!

BMC is a place filled to the brim and overflowing with the pleasures of Learning.  The house is full of books and art.  The residents volunteer to give readings or demonstrations about their work.  (After each event I come away feeling both awe-struck and as though I have a new sibling.)

And Ashley just might teach you how to sail.

Learning to sail on Blue Mountain Lake
Learning to sail on Blue Mountain Lake

The problem is that there is so much to see and do here that one might never get any WORK done!

Artist’s Studio at Blue Mountain

To make art you need time and a place.  I have been given the gift of a month of unobstructed time by Blue Mountain Center.  Staff here bends over backward to make my time here as productive as I want to make it.

As for a place, that could be a prison cell, a dining room table, a classroom, or as Virginia Woolf so famously phrased it, “A room of one’s own”.  Well I thought you might like to see my studio at Blue Mountain for the month.

You can click on any image on this page to see an enlargement.

The only problem is that it is too pretty.  I have not had enough time to really make it look like my space — messy.

I have finished an artist book I was working on before I came here.

"And the Mother Said", cover
“And the Mother Said”, cover
Artist book, And the Mother Said
“And the Mother Said”, fully opened

The images were mostly recycled scraps of prints.  I just didn’t know what they meant in their new context.

I was having a problem with discovering the text.  So Oola and I went to the screened-in thinking room shown above and we mentally grunted,

The text came out like this:

***

And the Mother Said

Enter your studio
Someone is there waiting for you.
Someone is waiting to be born.

Tell your Father
I have saved a place for him.
Tell him in the language of the crows.
Tell him in the woodland crowned with crows.

Tell him in beauty; tell him in your grief.
Tell him by the waters; cover him with salt.

Weave for him a blanket of grasses.
Sew for him a cloak of night feathers,
your anger’s lullaby.

Fly with him through slipping winds.
Fly with him to me.

***

When we were sitting down to dinner that evening Oola blurted out, “I wrote a poem today.  It was like squeezing a boil”.

Be Well
More Later