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Michael seeks to create works that reflect his struggles with the world he finds himself living in, and the commonalities that we all share in this. Desire, Defeat, Acceptance, Judgment, Love, Fear, Time, and Space. Michael's studio is downtown Los Angeles in the Spring Arts Tower. "Happiness is that funny little place halfway between fantasy and reality." -me

Monday, July 15, 2013

...and now we pause for Station Identification

Where are we anyway?
Last night I lay in the backyard, binoculars to eyes searching the heavens. I recently added this practice to my evening routine of sky-scanning before bed. It is quite peaceful. A beautiful way to finish my day, as it is perspective-facilitating. Not able to see many stars due to light pollution without this help, the binoculars bring forth many more lit objects. Opening up the skies to so much more. Satellites pass through the circular scope, making me seem enormous and the heavens singularly-celled-small, as it did when peering into a microscope in jr. high biology. This feeling of relationship-warping works for me, and reminds me of the deep connection to The All. I am made of the same stuff as I peek into, and am as deep and penetrable and full. Free of complete discovery, continually searching for more, looking out and looking within. And as satellites of my consciousness roam free within this: my infinite space, seeking refuge in hopes of communication back home, relaying data, I find my way slowly through the Field of Superconscious.
Some evenings I go up to the roof, above our patio. The musician Ben Lee (link) inspired me to create a mandala as he did, reaching out, searching to connect. And as we know this is really about reaching in. Sitting in the center of the mandala I am reminded of my place. Filled with love and hope, wonder and peace, I look out and in simultaneously.
My daughter and I laddered up to the roof last week. I made sure she sat back in the corner far from the edges, and from there she sang a song about spiders, making it up as she went along and watching as I worked out the shape using a measuring tape and the large plastic circular top from her turtle sandbox. Four hearts measure out the four directions edging the icon for the Earth, and icons for the other 8 planets (yes, I included Pluto) encompass this. The mandala is currently gestured quite simply in chalk, awaiting its acrylic finish. A symbol of infinity to the four directions sits in the center. It is a map, a road sign if you will of where we are in relationship to the whole for those visiting or just passing through.



Hello. 
Where am I?
Where are you?
I am looking for my way Home.
I am trying to find my way back Home.
And as I do I help others who may have lost their way.
Red Rover, Red Rover. Send all the Kids over.
We all get to go Home...we all get to go Home, one day.
Those who won, and those who lost...all go Home.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

...and recently,

I realized I have not shared anything for some time here. Like the song, "Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking..." and as we step each moment, "...into the future," what do we bring with us?

For a good period of time now I have been haunted by Robert Mapplethorpe. You know and I realize I have written much on this one man, and apparently I am not through with him, nor he with me, yet.
I revisited his opus, X Y Z, almost 25 years exactly from the first time I saw this on the opposite coast, in a show at LACMA on its final weekend. After, having to find a quiet corner where alone I could shield my face with sunglasses in an effort to hide the tears I could no more contain as they streamed down my cheeks, I wondered at the profound effect his work had on me. 
I still wonder on this. Unsure of the why of it, but happy and thankful in some odd way to have this experience. Searching for the meaning to my response and finding, what? 
1988. It was the beginning of my own life, a fledgling artist, and Robert was showing me his. 
2013. Midstream in my life, hopefully if averages apply, and I wonder at mine in comparison. Grateful to have the breadth of time and experience now as a mature artist so I can revisit this powerful series. Seeing my place in it and recognizing my own ideas and ideals...beauties magnificent and terrible to behold. Both equally wondrous. Like a storm containing all within itself.

In March I began work on a series, a series started a few years earlier in photographic images I created and filed away for the...future. A friend I met in 1988, and who as it happens satellites in and out of my orbit, reconnected with me asking if I would consider donating a painting to a charity he chaired. I was happy to be asked, and even more happy to be able to participate. So, the series I had on files would be executed, giving the first one to this charity. Silver 101, as it relates my image of Los Angeles in history and traffic. Silver being the screen, obviously Hollywood, land of endless illusion and where the past always meets the future presently... and the endless traffic, jammed together.




Silver 101 #1
Oil, Oil Stick on; Red Rabbit-Glue Gessoed, and Black Gessoed, Canvas
30" x 19"
2013
Michael Gardner

And then working in this silver, tearing up as the aluminum it contains burns my eyes, I realized that there was a previous file as yet un-executed too.
Robert Mapplethorpe's Auto-Portraits.
And so, Saint Robert I begin to execute. Analyzing his auto-portraits taken with polaroid, and painting them for him and also for me as I consider them self portraits as well. Producing the right shade of gold, noble and gesturing toward something from the past, became foundational to this work. 




Saint Robert #1
Oil, Oil Stick on Canvas
14" x 12"
2013
Michael Gardner

Both of these series, Saint Robert, and Silver 101 are in process, and will be seen in their entirety on my web-site when they are finished. Who knows when that will be? In the future.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Remembering The Gates



Thinking about a visit to my old home, New York City, from nearly ten years ago this winter to view The Gates, the monumental sculptural, site-specific work by Jeanne-Claude and Christo. It is an artistic reflection of beauty, endurance, community, and free form thinking and imagination...much like the city it was produced within. It is comprised namely of Central Park in NYC, in the winter of 2005, and the 7,503 structures that aligned pathways throughout this park. Connecting the space of the city park, and its inhabitants, with vibrant florid orange fabric drapes which were animated by the wind and yet seemed indifferent to any other elemental residue, as I was able to witness in the time I spent experiencing this monumental work all variety of weather; sun, overcast, daylight, night time, fog, rain, snow, and sleet. These ‘drapes,’ were singularly held aloft by steel and vinyl tubing structures in the shape of rectangular arches suited for pedestrian passage underneath. Lining the byways in the park like giant dominoes, yet incapable of falling one after the other, the drapery of the fabric billowed gently overhead and flowered the space enormously. Viewed up close they obscured the outstanding topographic scenery the park is known for, and from a distance exemplified the space with its gentle dotting of lines, illustrating the free flowing design each flaneur may stride as if on a 19th century derivee. But it isn’t the 19th century, and life in a modern and bustling 21st century city such as New York doesn’t provide the kind of time or psychic space one may have had when living in the times of one Charles Baudelaire. However, this public work, granted significantly with the aid of the city’s mayor Bloomberg, helped to recreate this mode of pedestrian ponder one was forced to reconcile while in the space, even if the work was disliked, as many voiced disdain for such a project.


Figure I The Gates, Central Park (Michael Gardner, 2005)

The magical difference of the past in memory and said habit resulting from this past, versus the inescapable force of the now via The Gates, is a major shift and result of ones experience with this public work. Living in a major and crowded city, our senses work toward a focus of attention and protection together, as we make our way through life in this environment of choice. “We work out when and where to look, which sounds to tune into, what we can ignore. This ability to filter one’s perceptions, however, is stretched by the sensory excess of urban environments,” indicates Fran Tonkiss in the article, Spatial Stories. This understanding is reframed and underlined by Georg Simmel in his article, The Metropolis and Mental Life. “Man is a creature whose existence is dependent on differences, i.e. his mind is stimulated by the difference between impressions and those which have preceded.” Now take this, “Man,” place him in an urban context of the park, a place he may route routinely in his day or week, and has for years and years. Redesign the surroundings of this park, which through history of repetition through this space is augmented by the sculptural work The Gates, and this psychically challenges him to reconfigure in his mind the event of the space, forever changed now, and re-establish within his bodily memory map, a new experience. “...mapping is a form of abstraction explicitly linked to spatial geometry - ‘a conceptual grid that enables every phenomenon to be compared, differentiated, and measured by the same yardstick,” illuminates Phil Hubbard in his article The Represented City. This route in this city park will never again be the same. The habit in his mind of the space he travels through has evolved. His recognition of the park space once protected by the city essentially from the city itself, is redrawn in a manner which challenges himself in the space, and as Simmel continues, “...pronounced differences within what is grasped at a single glance, and the unexpectedness of violent stimuli.” The very rhythm of this man’s life, in a city that changes and doesn’t change simultaneously to one who lives in the midst of such a bustle for years, is altered. If even for the two official weeks The Gates was up, and then forever after. This is truly the power of re-presenting the city to itself through public art, and a piercing reflection of such a city through the enormity of its design and implementation. More specifically, calculating in the pain and upheaval from the circumstance of 9-11 just a few short years prior, one could view a prism like refraction of renewed possibility and beauty within the once darkened and shadowed change the terror of that day challenged the city, and how community was re-established through this as it crossed all boundaries of difference, such as race and economy, to refresh the integrity of such a place and the possibility in inclusion urban life in a city provides for all.


Figure II The Gates, Central Park (Michael Gardner, 2005)

And just like that fateful day, the event of The Gates in totality and singularly of each individual, “gate,” marked through the artistry of sculpture, a passage of time. Walked under and through, each gate notates much like a clock; a tick, then tock, as each step touched upon the pavement, a moment in time. Recording the surroundings and experiences through the experiential demarkation The Gates imply and integrate into ones being, an aside if you will, to the permanent surroundings. Or evolutionary as nature in such a park would contain, but perhaps not to the eye as this kind of change happens so slowly one notices only in terms of memory to years past. Here is life for all of us right now, The Gates gently intone. Much as in the article, Writing the City, authored by Peter Preston and Paul Simpson-Housley, when they wrote, “The city’s air, too, may be blent, composed of the hopes, aspirations, disappointments and pain of those who live it; like Larkin’s church, it is a kind of vessel, filled with human experience.” I believe Jeanne-Claude and Christo understood this deeply. In their efforts to create a capillary system of pathways through a world famous park, they established a bloodline the en masse-human vessel contained, through The Gates. Enveloping the rich and poor alike under their guardianship.  As Preston and Simpson-Housley indicated in continuation in this article, “...the city is an active organism, which may prove to be a site of culture and inspiration, like Pushkin’s Odessa, but is more likely to be seen as oppressing its inhabitants and creating or exacerbating divisions within individuals.” The Gates understood this, and created a pathway through these oppressions. Uniting its inhabitants in play.


Figure III The Gates, Central Park (Michael Gardner, 2005)

The journal article, Thinking Art Sociologically, by David Inglis, discussed many of the social and political encompasses art, in connection with a city, contain. Noting that there are, “...a great many issues connected with artistic matters...that we should not take the word ‘art’ at face value and accept it uncritically...the sociological view tends to see ‘art’ as always thoroughly bound up with politics [sic], the latter term is meant in its widest sense, where it refers to conflicts and struggles between different social groups.” Despite these assertions, The Gates succeeded in eliminating real or imaginary boundaries, and established a collective of interested parties from all social strata. Many of whom were not invested toward any considerations of ‘art,’ but in terms of allied constituents from the city to which they all belong. Participating in something unique and transient. Volunteers rising at dawn together helped deploy structures hard hatted engineers and constructions crews set out along paths. Uniting inhabitants side by side, city neighbor’s new and old together assembled each gate. Upon completion and ready for releasing the drapery making up the most visible and elemental feature of each gate, the New York Times article ‘The Gates’ Unfurling to High Hopes, by Randy Kennedy, February 12, 2005, quoted Mayor Bloomberg as announcing, “I can’t promise...particularly since this is New York, that every single person will love ‘The Gates,’ but I guarantee that they will all talk about it.” And photograph it, and explore it, and garner the attention of all the world’s cities. Quite an accomplishment a city notorious for so many reasons was accoladed, and an accomplishment for public works in every city worldwide. It may be site-specific and temporary, but ultimately temporal and historical for all time to follow. Temporaneous features prominently in a city, as people move in searching for dreams accomplishment, or desiring to anew a life dissolved of hope in a previous locale. The Gates is much like any new and also important traveller, who may or may not establish permanence in residence within any city’s estate. Like the ever changing face of architecture New York endows itself with, The Gates impermanence attests to this idea. Building’s may stay, or may be re-built, and much like the nature of New York specifically which re-new’s itself routinely as it’s space is small and unchanging (the borough of Manhattan, where all of this article features representation is obviously an island, and as such can only rebuild through new design; buildings, roadways, infrastructure. Tearing down and re-building back up again. It cannot spread out like pancake batter spilled onto the untouched outer limits as other cities can do), except through re-feature of aesthetic focus in architecture and the like. Phil Hubbard’s article The Represented City, again helps to understand these ideas. In citing Baudelaire whose prose understood this evolutionary attitude a city can possess when as he reflected on Paris:

Old Paris is no more (a town, alas
Changes more quickly than man’s heart may change);
Yet in my mind I still can see the booths;
The heaps of brick and rough-hewn capitals;
The grass; the stones all over-green with moss;
The debris, and the square-set heaps of tiles.
...Paris may change; my melancholy is fixed.
New palaces, and scaffoldings, and blocks,
And suburbs old, are symbols all to me
Whose memories are as heavy as stone...

The “perceptual innuendo,’ as coined by Lyn Lofland is ultimately the basis and spine line for the monumental accomplishment The Gates gave us. The unexpectedness of such a visual intrusion upon such a famed space, as noted in movies, plays, music, and historical accounts of Central Park, is the focal point from which Lyn’s assertions would begin. This public work illustrates the whimsy of a magical and facile imagination, incorporating the history of the initial design for prominent gates, as was included in the first blueprints for the park, and from which initial inspirations for the project arose in the minds of Jeanne-Claude and Christo. The crowding and spectacle of the park’s natural and man made formations, flourished with the sculpture, and the spectacle of the people who inhabit the city as they make their way through the park; seeing and being seen. Part and parcel of the juxtaposition Lyn informs us of. As journaled in The 3Cities Project: New York Essays, by Richard Ings, “In Lofland’s analysis, the pleasures of the public realm are aesthetic as much as interactional. As well as the theatre of people watching and being watched, there is ‘the experience of enjoyment occasioned by certain (mostly visual) qualities of the built environment.” The Gates would prove to be a third party in this cultural, sociological, and artistic exercise, and as such I imagine will endure in the memory of the inhabitants who experienced it, the psychic essence of the park itself, and in stories and photographs shared.


Figure IIII The Gates, Central Park (Michael Gardner, 2005)




Works Cited
Hubbard, Phil (2006). The Represented City. London; Routledge.
Simmel, Georg. The Metropolis and Mental Life. 
Tonkiss, Fran. Spatial Stories. Subjectivity in the City.
Preston and Simpson-Hously. Introduction. Writing the City.
Inglis, Donald. Thinking Art Sociologically. 
Ings, Richard. The 3Cities Project: New York Essays. http://www.nottingham.ac.uk/3cities/ings.htm
Kennedy, Randy (2005) 'The Gates' Unfurling to High Hopes. The New York Times. Feb. 12, 2005.