Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Comics, not Comics?

 (There are times when one finds oneself looking in the mirror and asking:"well..how did I get here?" This is one of those times.)
"korumbu! confesses" by geoff grogan; from pood #3.


















My wife often tells me that I don't make comics. "You do something else-but it isn't comics" She'll point to some book or another on my shelves-more likely than not something by Jack Kirby or Gilbert Hernandez or Seth or Chester Gould or,or, or.... -and very confidently state: "This is comics. Look at what you do. You don't do that."
Then she'll say-that "...if you want to make comics you should just make comics..."---implying that I should stop screwing around with this other stuff and get back to telling a story with boxes and word balloons. "A comics audience won't be interested in this work because its not comics. Its something else--like painting."
"secret romance" by geoff grogan; from pood #2.
I admit--in my most recent pages for pood--I'm not trying to construct a sequential narrative,  so much as undermine sequence and narrative--and still make comics. I do want these pages to hit you all at once-like a painting--but utilize something of the sequential imperative of comics via discrete "stops" (or stoppages--to borrow a term from Duchamp).
These "stops" in the composition--should move the reader around the page--but not necessarily in a defined-a to b to c -style sequence, but like painting---in more random fashion, determined by the viewer's eye- so that there's no real beginning-and no real end.
This isn't to imply the piece lacks "meaning"-but rather that meaning is elicited via the methods of visual art, suggestion and association, rather than in the more direct fashion of traditional narrative structures.

"See what I mean? not comics!" she says. "and you're not drawing either.  What's with the collage?"
"fandancer" by geoff grogan; page 26
sigh. well, yeah.  I'm doing comics with collage. Old photos, old comics, even old word balloons, cut and pasted rather than drawn.  I've done the traditional method, of course--but while working on fandancer, I made a conscious decision to work with the actual material of comics-so as to make explicit my interest in the language of the media, the conventions of genre and their workings as both sign and symbol.
 Collage introduces a level of conceptual distance and unpredictability--and works to undermine  traditional  narrative - opening the story up to a wide array of suggestions and ideas-many of which I never would have conceived of had I been writing in a traditional
way.  In fandancer, the "narrative" actually percolates beneath the surface incongruities and absurdities, providing subliminal continuity but allowing myriad interpretations and associations that move the piece in multiple directions at once.
Obviously, I'm not a big believer in rock-solid "do's and don'ts"-- in comics --or in art, for that matter. There are many roads to the destination--and even then, not everyone is interested in going to the same place.

"fandancer" by geoff grogan; page 27

"fandancer" by geoff grogan; page 28

Comics? Not comics?   It only matters in so far as it means someone will (or won't) pick up the book and take it home.




*(and despite periodically playing devil's advocate, my wife deb is actually the biggest, best supporter anyone could have--and the most likely to say"stick to your guns! you've gotta do what you've gotta do-otherwise, what's the point?"  hell, she's only stuck it out for 25 years! thanks, love!)

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Transformative Use











I'm not a Richard Prince fan. I lost patience with his dry appropriations of the Marlboro Man and other advertising images long ago. Argue what you will about these works; I find many of them obvious & banal at best, and an egregious display of PT Barnum style hucksterism at worst . Much of Prince's work reeks of privilege, indifference, entitlement and elitism --all of the worst cliches about contemporary artists and their milieu which tend to piss off those not mired in artspeak. 

 I'm sympathetic to Patrick Cariou, the photographer who sued Prince and his gallery for using his original images without permission. I'd have done the same thing if it had been 41 of my photos Prince had appropriated and then sold for $10 million a pop or whatever it was.  Shit, yeah--where's the money, pal?

But.... I'm a collage artist, appropriation is built into my post-modern bones, and while I sympathize with Mr. Cariou and his cause, I'm also somewhat troubled by the outcome of this case, and the possibility that the  thinking behind the decision may not be as nuanced as one in my field would hope it might be. Because among artists, there is appropriation--and then there is appropriation (other wise known as: how I learned the art of the steal for fun and profit.)

Not disputing that Cariou had the weight of rightness and morality on his side--I can only think that Prince's lawyers mounted a fairly shoddy defense, for there are myriad examples of appropriation as a venerable artistic strategy available in Modern Art History textbooks. From Duchamp to Warhol, Lichtenstein and Levine, artists have been lifting images from artists and using them as raw material for at least a century or so--and not only getting away with it, but establishing tradition,  selling paintings of Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Superman for zillions of dollars and filling museums all across the country.  To dismiss such activity on the basis of Prince's output would be overly zealous and simplistic, not to mention insensitive(...or downright oblivious...) to the cultural conditions of the world we inhabit. One might go so far as to say such blanket rejection might even be proof of a kind of paranoid schizophrenic personality, given this culture's rapturous embrace and celebration of Pop Art, Andy Warhol and anything remotely associated with his work and the like. *

But .....it's not for nothing that our appreciation of Pop and Warhol, Lichtenstein, et al.  is quite different than Prince's rude reception and final rejection. While Lichtenstein's appropriation of comics imagery may appear to be from the same kettle of fish as Prince's now infamous "Rasta" series, it's quite different. In Lichtenstein, the original material is transformed not only physically; comic book to canvas, print to paint, one part of a larger sequence to single image; but conceptually. And it is in the nature of the conceptual change we find the most significance.

Warhol & Lichtenstein lifted images from "low" art-( at a time when such distinctions were thought to be crucial)-brought them into  a different context, the context of high art --thus "elevating" the low & debunking the pretensions of the "high" -bringing street into the rarified world of the gallery and museum--and establishing a kind of parity between them. The gesture, an arrow aimed in the direction of high culture, had political implications--about class, social status, about capitalism-about consumption, art and commerce.
Warhol took Clement Greenberg's ideas about kitsch as a tool of oppression and stood them on their head ("....What’s great about this country...  You can be watching TV and see Coca-Cola, and you know that the President drinks Coke, Liz Taylor drinks Coke, and just think, you can drink Coke, too...." )

Prince argued that Cariou's work was genre photography-and thus by implication, anonymous "low" art -as comic books and other articles of mass production were assumed to be in the 50's and '60's-- and therefore fair game for elevation to "high" art status.  But in the 21st century such distinctions are dubious at best-- and with Cariou, who is a well known photographer whose work is already accorded "art" status, Prince's appropriation was devoid of the sly, subversive quality of a Warhol or Duchamp.
( although-to point out the art-world's continued perpetuation of class stratification, Cariou's work is accorded a lower class of "art" status-i.e. that of the coffee-table book with a kind of "boutique-art" glow-- something Prince's series overcomes via sheer audacity--and the power and context of the Gagosian gallery. Never-mind that Prince's own work is probably a Taschen coffee table book by now. But-- you know--it's of a different order of coffee table book.-- and on and on and on it goes.... yawn.  One lesson--if there is even the slightest hint of an opportunity in which to manifest and perpetuate hierarchy, inequality and class distinction--we will find it and market it. And that's how you sell a reprint of Marlboro ad for 10 million bucks. aura, baby, aura. )

 Rather than subversive --Prince's act was a kind of cultural imperialism, an example of the powerful and mighty appropriating resources from those they perceive as lower on the evolutionary scale(so to speak)-- because they can, and because the machine that is the source of their power demands it. From the sound of it, Prince and Gagosian (his dealer) displayed incredulity at the suggestion that the photographer was an artist in his own right.

That the judge in this case perceived the distinctions in intent, or is in sympathy with Warhol, Lichtenstein and Duchamp's subversions,  I'm in doubt. According to the report I read, the decision hinged on the word "transformative"-as stipulated in the fair use clause of the copyright act of 1976. Accordingly, the judge determined that Prince's appropriations were not "transformative"and so failed the test of "fair use".
But what then, is "transformative"? Does it
depend upon a quantitative distinction? Was there  not "enough" transformation in Prince's appropriations? Did he need to add more paint? Some text? Cut and paste? Must transformation be physical? Or is the judge making a blanket statement against all forms of appropriation? Or just really bad appropriations? Or was it that, in using 41 images from one single source(!) Prince's appropriation was so blatant?  These questions are left unanswered.

There's no one better than Duchamp and Warhol to illuminate the ambiguities of this matter.
Both the Warhol "Electric Chair" and the Duchamp "L.H.O.O.Q." are appropriations of pre-existing imagery. Neither one is visually or physically modified  much more than Prince's "Rasta" works. 
But...there are absolutely crucial differences in intent-(some of which I've outlined above)
and the resulting conceptual transformations have proven to be exceedingly potent in their ability to challenge--our ideas about art, about media, about history, context,  originality, creativity, on and on and on. As one critic once said--"they're little thought-bombs"---and their power to initiate lies in the gesture, more than in the physical.
And the power of collage, mixed-media, and much of contemporary art --to challenge entrenched patterns of thought,--to "wake us up to the lives we are leading"-- lies in its abilities to reconfigure knowns and unknowns, to bring a thing from one place into another, so that we might see it--and ourselves--afresh.  Its a transformation of ideas.




















* By the way, I bristle every time I see a Curt Swan "Superman" attributed to Andy Warhol. Intellectually I understand and sympathize with the methodology, but dammit--it'll always be Curt Swan to me. Yes, I admit to being conflicted.

***my info & understanding of the Prince case comes from this article.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Pood no.3 video preview

As I told ya' last week, we've been working hard on the new issue of pood--coming out in April, just in time for MoCCA--and I've been working all day on the Pood no.3 video to give everyone a taste of what's in store for you when you cough up your $4.50 at the local comic shop! It's a treat, I'm tellin' ya! I think it's our best issue yet--so don't miss it! Order yours from your local comics retailer today. Just call 'em up and give em the order code--
FEB110807--and they can put you down for your copy of pood no.3!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

the cafe Oop Zoo















SINCE- Kevin Mutch, Alex Rader and I are in the throes of putting the new issue of pood--the BIGGEST newspaper comics anthology in existence!--together--, I thought I'd post my strip from pood #1  for those who hadn't seen it--and which, as far as I know--has never been available online before. So--it's almost like NEW COMICS! Oh BOY!
This little ditty is inspired and derived from a wee little segment of Modern Art history---the birth of the Dada movement at Hugo Ball's Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich, Switzerland in 1916. It's long been known that Vladimir Lenin was hiding out in Zurich at the same time as Hugo Ball's little project was getting off the ground, and according to some reports, Lenin lived just down the block and may have hung out at the Cabaret once or twice.
 #$%&!!!!!!!!!! $%&^!!!!! Holy Red Menace, Batman!

If Vladimir Lenin watching Hugo Ball and Tristan Tzara spout nonsense verse onstage doesn't sound like potential for great comedy to you, then either I'm no astronaut or your not into grilled cheese. Cause it sure sounds ridiculous to me.  So--the idea of  turning  Lenin and Trotsky into the Katzenjammer Kids was  just too appealing.  (and no, Trotsky wasn't there--but who could resist drawing that head of hair? and--before anyone goes there-- don't get on me about historical accuracy, for gosh sakes!--are you kidding? this is the Cafe OopZoo!)
My intention was to go for straight-ahead cartooning--which, if you know my work--is relatively rare for me.  It was a helluva a lotta fun.(and some anguish--I spilled gallons of Dr. Martin's dyes all over the piece at several different steps in the process!!!)- I've been thinking about playing around with the characters again sometime--who knows?  Lenin and Trotsky as Hans and Fritz ? Well--watch for it here!
(But don't expect to see them in pood #3--I've got other things in store for that one.) speaking of which:
News Flash: POOD #3 will be in stores in April --and should be(we hope!!!) together in time for MOCCA! So-look for the Blurred Vision table!

Here are some of the preliminary sketches for the Cafe OopZoo, from my sketchbook, Enjoy!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

28 covers, 28 days

 Today-a recap! A sample of some of my favorite cover versions included in the past month's marathon. All freehand, no pencil and using prismacolor markers, both color and the premier line of black pens. ( early on I used a Uniroyal ball point--which encouraged a much looser approach---the "Kamandi" was done with that one.)
This project has been a lot of fun, a great exercise, like going back to school in a way. Originally I'd wanted to a mindless endeavor, as I was bogged down at work, but once I was into it, mindless it was not! As time went on, some of them I interpreted more freely than others, some of them I felt a need to be more faithful to. (Well--when you're putting yourself up against Neal Adams I think the challenge is just in trying to stay in the ring for the first couple of rounds!) So look 'em over---and if you're enjoying them check out the full  cover versions album !
 (or if you're on facebook you can check it out this album)








IF you'd like to see the entire run of 28 covers--check out the cover versions album !
 (or if you're on facebook check it out this album)

Sunday, February 27, 2011

February Finale! The wedding of Reed & Sue!

 28 days! 28 covers! Wow! Never thought I'd actually get to this point--but here it is and I just made it--just barely, that is! Up till the last minute I was coloring away with my prismacolors, oblivious to just about everything else going on in the house (or the world)--snow, rain, ice-for me, the weekend was all about "imperial violet" or "parma violet"? "rose pink" or "process red"? What? You said there's a glacier on the roof about to cause a cave in? I'll get to it in a minute, dear-- after I finish coloring in Dr. Doom.
So--- how to wind up my month-long blog-a-thon ? I wanted something special to mark the occasion--and well, what's better than a wedding? And what wedding--in all of history--in all the known and unknown galaxies-- could compare to that of Reed and Sue?
We all know the answer to that one true believers!
And what a cover it is! Practically every known super-goodie or super-baddie in the Marvel universe circa 1965 shows up for the happy couple's big day! Kirby went to town on this sucker and delivered the goods baby! It's just a damn shame Stan Lee put Jack's interior pages in the hands of Vince Colletta.  It looks like Colletta used just one tiny size rapidograph for the entire issue.  Practically ruins the entire event. But not that cover, boy! No sirree! I'm guessing Joe Sinnott inked the cover for FF King Size #3!--and the difference shows.

 Drawing this one was a much about mapping as drawing, really. Talk about an exercise in frustration! Because the proportions between my sketchbook and the original comic are different--there's a good deal of futzing that goes on in the attempt to replicate that space and all those characters.
The attraction of the original is in part owing to the color choice--the simplicity of the white ground against the myriad of colored do-gooders and do-baddies, coupled with the deep purple and bright red logo, makes for a compelling package. I thought it'd be silly to recreate that color-it'd just be filling in the figures, really. So, why not go somewhere else with it? And so I made the ground more active--and simplified the figures. Defeats the purpose, really--given that the guest stars are the selling point--and you want to emphasize them--not suppress them. But--I'm not selling anything, so what the hell?
Anyway-while we've reached the conclusion of this project, the endeavor goes on--so I'll be back with something new soon. What might that be, exactly? I have no idea. There are a lot of comic book covers out there--and a bunch of my own I didn't get to--so maybe I'll be back with one or two every now and again. Or maybe something entirely different. Check back and see!

culture shock: MAD

















I'm ten years too young for the original Mad, but these comics were still around, in one form or another, throughout my childhood in the 1960's. I think my first exposure to the original Mad was via those great paperback collections somebody's older brother had. They got passed around the neighborhood
--the way most comics did in those days. Somebody had a comic book, it was community property. Passing comics around was a way in which we educated each other--and developed a shared sensibility. We didn't want to keep them to ourselves.
Matter of fact, I think my first exposure to a lot of Mad--and other comics too; Peanuts, B.C., Fantastic Four and a lot of other Marvel stuff- was in those b&w paperback collections floating around the neighborhood.   I know for a fact that's where I first learned who Jack Kirby was--and then who Chic Stone was.(I could've cared less about Stan Lee.--but Chic Stone was tops!)
 Even in the '60's, when Mad magazine was in its heyday, -and my friends and I sat on each others stoops going over every single gag in every single issue--these original Mads were special. They seemed like relics from a different, somehow more subversive, era--a little less predictable than the Mad we knew; wilder, not quite as formulaic.  They had super-heroes! "Super-duper Man" and "Melvin of the Apes". And the art was just great, stuffed to the brim with little jokes and funny goings-on in the background. We'd look at them for hours because we kept finding some new joke in there that we hadn't seen before. Astounding images--drawn by some guy named "Wood"--and boy did he draw great looking women("Lois -Hah!-Pain!") and great shadows and great everything! And man--they were so funny, funnier than Mad magazine, funnier than anything we knew. A kind of manic funny--wise-ass in a way the magazine of the '60's was not. Reading those original Mads, you got the feeling the people behind those comics had spent a lot of time in after-school detention, they shot spit-wads in Sunday school and had absolutely no use for authority figures, and as adults they were probably just this far from giving some bureaucrat at the DMV a hotfoot.

*This one was a good deal trickier to draw than it looks!