Showing posts with label Matthew Naftzger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matthew Naftzger. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Art Fair Revisted (So Many Links, I Can Barely Lift It!)

I'm hoping against hope that I'll still be able to do significant fair wandering this week, but it's difficult to say.

This is also just around when I began my blog last year, so I thought I'd revisit some old posts and see which artists are returning. If you care to read any old posts -- super cool -- if not, swing by the booths of a few good artists. And have a gyro and some funnel cake or wander a few blocks over from the crowds, to Babos and get a glass of wine and a cheese plate (they're awfully nice over there).


Michael Paul Cole (photography) and Shandor Madjar (jewelry)

Have they returned?

Cole: Pssssssh. Doesn’t look like it. Go visit him in Minnesota and Idaho in August…

Madjar: Yes! Booth… On E. Liberty St/ South Division.

Cody Miller

Has he returned?

Miller: Doesn’t look like it.
Drunken Men: Yes, most assuredly.

Chris Roberts-Antieau, John Whipple, Lynn Whipple.

Have they returned?

Roberts-Antieau: Sho nuff. Booth # A252
Whipples, Whipples, Where are the Whipples? Hiding somewhere, I expect.

Joachim Knill and Matthew Naftzger

Have they returned?
‘Fraid so. In cahoots and causing trouble at #A379 (Knill) and at # A377 (Naftzger)

Bill Skrips

Has he returned?
Skrips: Sadly noooooooo, he has flown the coop for nicer climes. Good luck to him, but booooooooo.

I wrote about approximately one tenth of the artists I wanted to focus on last year and I expect to be even worse this year, being ONE WEEK AWAY from using my passport for the FIRST TIME EVER, so um, here are a few snaps from last year:

The sweetness of Floridian Kana Handel. Holding one of her "Things on My Head" watercolors. She just makes me happy.

Brilliant booth display from Joan Rasmussen (will she be here? Look her up.)
It invited audience chalk participation, though most of us were too timid
I am blanking on this ceramicist's name, but she was in the Yourist Gallery, I believe
She's also really sweet and has written a children's picture book. Picture book people are the best!
Peewee repetitions. Recycle, Haha!
I just like it. No parking, but so much shining.
And here we have the creation of one of my favorites, Rebecca Bashara (and husband Scottt MacDonald)

The jeweler herself. Though she sure doesn't want to be photographed.
One of my absolute favorite rings (tied with one from Shandor Madjar) is from Ms. Bashara. The year I bought it, her husband patiently wrapped some wire around the band to tighten it up for me. Nice, talented people. I skulked around her their booth last year and talked to her mother; she told me three anecdotes, all of which were variants of running into an unknown woman, wearing her daughter's jewelry and asking said woman about the piece in question. "You KNOW who MADE that??? That's my DAUGHTER!!" The woman was amazed and so she'd get to repeat it. A very proud Mama. FAN.TAST.IC.
See, now doesn't he look sad? Almost as if he knew his maker, Bill Scripps would not be coming back this year.
 Other awesome:

Nick Wroblewski, printmaker from Viroqua, WI
I usually moon about his booth until I get embarassed and leave.
Feel free to embarrass yourself at Booth A247.

Eric Silva, metalworker, jeweler. Loves to play with natural elements, but render it gritty. If he could use antlers for your necklace, he would. But nooooo, he's more refined than that.  Booth A216.

Brigitte Lang, ceramicist. I just love her. Ann Arbor, MI   Booth A300.

I'll stop there, though there are obviously SOOOOOO many artists worth your time and attention!

Wow. LAZIEST BLOG POST EVER. In any case, I hope everyone who cares to goes out and explores! You never know when you'll find something inspiring...

More armchair art fairing:

Original Art Fair Artist List:

South University Artist List

The Guild of Artists and Artisans (Main, Liberty, State)

Monday, July 25, 2011

Something Strange Is Afoot in Hannibal, Missouri

Something in the water? A certain frequency transmitted from their cellphone towers? Could be something to do with Mark Twain relics...I really can't say. I have never ventured to this town, whose population was logged at 17,606 residents in 2010.

But consider the work of Joachim Knill and Matthew Naftzger, two Hannibalites at the Ann Arbor Art Fair this year. They're both transplants, which complicates matters.

I have several bad photos of Knill's fascinating offering, which is ostensibly a shipping crate. It is filled with oil paintings of toy stuffed animals. The paintings are ominous and mysterious rather than cute; claustrophobia elbows fun to the side within the viewing area/crate.

From the artist's statement, we learn that some of the dis-ease can be attributed to past events:

"'National Treasure' is a shipping crate containing a
portrait room from Anilife, a place inhabited by stuffed
toy animals. The room has been forcefully taken in a
regional dispute, acquired by a kingdom, seized in a
revolution, captured by a military authority, and now
dropped onto the streets of cities to be shared, viewed,
and consumed by humans unfamiliar with this foreign
cultural artifact."

Knill has been racking up Best in Show prizes for this installation (see more details here), including from the Cherry Creek Arts Festival (CO) and Bucktown Arts Fest (Chicago, IL). Before this, Knill created a series of 20" x30" polaroids (you read those dimensions right), from a kerazzzzy large camera of HIS OWN MAKING. The photos were of surrealistic landscapes he also created .

Does he realize some people just take pictures of (naturally grown) flowers and call it a day? This guy is really showing the rest of us up. I bet Knill's someone who forgets to eat. You know, food growing colder by the minute, and he's wondering, "How, HOW can I fit 50 large plastic baby heads in a freezer compartment? THERE MUST BE A WAY." (Disclaimer: Ahem. I respect your work.)

Maybe they don't sleep in Hannibal. That could be it, they have discovered a way to forego the daily respite. I mean, dangerous, certainly. Everyone knows that. A friend from college thought she had escaped the sleep blindness/craziness, while working in Alaska, until she saw 50' geese. This didn't actually tip her off; see also: sleep deprivation. But luckily she muttered to her friend in the passenger seat,"FUCK. THOSE are going to be hard to drive around." To which her friend replied: "PULL OVER."

So, the geese bring us to Matthew Naftzger (Works of Man). While he is a long-time jeweler, this year his booth was focused on several intricate, so-called "Ridiculous Vessels," all moveable and made out of titanium (yes, DJ Saint, you want ALL of these). They immediately call Tim Burton and the steam-punk movement to mind; and are simultaneously impressive and really, really fun. And really, how many artists remove things from their glass cases, so you can play with them? Answer: very, very few.

While Naftzger initially balked at being in a photo, only a few moments had passed between the balking and him arranging vessels on his head.
According to his web site,"Works of Man creations are a mash-up of space traveling circus acts, post-apocalyptic sideshows, Fabergé eggs,
 rocket-building Cro-Magnon men, wonderfully terrible “B” sci-fi movies, 
future explorations, societal comment, and naval gazing."
While IN his booth, however, there were NO mentions of Faberge, Cro-Magnon men or the like.
Ridiculous vessel Phineas knows how to make Naftzger laugh. 

He also looks a bit sleep deprived, non? Though that could simply be the Ann Arbor Art Fair and not mysterious conditions in Hannibal. It's likely that both artists will return next year -- they both had shiny award badges adorning their signs.

I have the day off and should be gallavanting outside in the sunshine. But before I go, here's a photo from yesterday's print-pulling session. A wee Cakeasaurus design, destined for cards-- in advance of the larger, complete design:

So that brings us full-circle back to stuffed animals, I guess. Good luck trying to get the bunny away from him.