Kris Vagner

2010-07-01T10:40:00.001-07:00

The Four Site exhibit at the Museum of Craft + Design near Union Square showcases four instllation pieces that are labor-intensive but light-handed.

2010-05-28T09:15:00.000-07:00

For Berkeley artist Brett Cook, public participaiton is art. Here's the scoop on his upcoming SF exhibit, "Supernatural."

2010-05-19T10:37:00.001-07:00

Misison murals get museum treatment
The deYoung hosts a series of talks and events on the Misison's murals and street art

2010-05-19T10:33:00.001-07:00

Here's the news about some intrepid teens presenting fire-breathing sculpture at Maker Faire.

2010-04-12T12:52:00.000-07:00

Last Gasp still breathing life into art

The beloved publisher of all things underground breaks uot teh birthday candles for the Big-4-0 at 111 Minna.

2010-04-12T12:50:00.001-07:00

A historical view of California photos
"The View From Here" at SFMOMA shows us how art photographers have helped frame the world's image of California.

2010-04-12T12:45:00.000-07:00

Urban gallery, rural program a perfect match
Triple Base in the Mission and the Lucid Arts Foundation's J.B. Blunk Residency program in Inverness and both "programs with a lot of soul." Now they're soul mates.

2010-04-12T12:41:00.000-07:00

Black cartoonists exhibit at the SF library. Curator Kheven Lagrone says using humor lets you get away with just abuot anything.

2010-03-11T09:03:00.000-08:00

Renee Green explores her own personal Internet

An encyclopedic video installation exhibit at YBCA

2010-02-27T11:50:00.001-08:00

Yaaay! The 2010 East Bay Express Insiders Guide is here!

I'll be your tour guide to Jack London Square and East of the Tunnel, where we have one of the best little music clubs anywhere, ever, Armando's.

2010-02-27T11:41:00.000-08:00

Fantastc plastic cameras at Rayko

Photographers (including Nevada's own Deon Reynolds) go lo-tech, plastic lenses, light leaks and all

2010-02-22T21:33:00.000-08:00

Handsewn pixel portraits by Ehren Reed

... at Paxton Gate

2010-02-22T20:41:00.000-08:00

Before text, there were textiles

The artifacts in the San Francisco Tribal & Textile Arts Show are loaded with cultural clues

2010-02-22T20:31:00.000-08:00

Spotlighting the eternal allure of orchids
Not-so-green thumb? Don't sweat it. You can still grow orchids. Learn how (or just get an eyeful) at 59th annual Pacific Orchid Exposition.

2010-02-04T13:01:00.000-08:00

From Timbuktu to here
In the latest fashions of Mail, the cut stays the same, but patterns and messages change as fast as waistlines and hemlines in the U.S. Here's my preview of an exhibit of Mali's textiles at the Museum of Craft and Folk Art in SF.

2010-01-29T07:47:00.000-08:00

Plunging into Healthier Living
What does swimming the San Francisco Bay have to do with improving life on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota? Find out in my preview of the film "From the Badlands to Alcatraz," in today's SF Examiner.

2009-09-01T13:02:00.000-07:00

Know your roots
LA sculptor Tuan Phan gets comfortable with life and death and explores the intersection between animal, vegetable and road map at the Nevada Museum of Art.

2009-09-01T12:47:00.000-07:00

For the 98% of Oaklanders, Berkeley-ites and San Franciscans who squirm when I say I live in Contra Costa County and I like it, here's my East-Of-The-Tunnel Insider's Guide from the East Bay Express: Suburbia Done Right.

2009-07-29T13:58:00.001-07:00

(Re)Making History with SFMOMA
A group of Oakland teens gets to remix its own
version of local history, courtesy of SFMOMA.

2009-07-15T14:54:00.000-07:00

The East Bay Express published Best of the East Bay 2009 today, including my write-ups on these cultural gems:

BEST BAR TO TAKE THE KIDS TO
Jupiter

BEST EAST BAY BOOK
Helping Me Help Myself: One Skeptic, Ten Self-Help Gurus, and a Year on the Brink of the Comfort Zone by Beth Lisick

BEST PLACE FOR FANS OF OUTMODED TRANSPORTATION TO ONE-UP SAN FRANCISCO
Ardenwood Historic Farm

BEST STAIRCASE UP A WATERFALL
The Cascades, Joaquin Miller Park

BEST PLACE TO LET KIDS BANG THINGS WITH A HAMMER
Adventure Playground

BEST REASON TO BORROW SOMEONE ELSE'S KID
Children's Fairyland

BEST BANG FOR YOUR BUCK AT A FARMERS' MARKET
Concord Farmers' Market

BEST ENCOUNTER WITH POLKA DANCERS IN THE FOREST
German Tourist Club (aka Oakland Nature Friends)

BEST FOSSIL HUNTING
Shell Ridge Open Space

2009-06-27T07:35:00.001-07:00

Tunnel Vision
Utah’s hinterlands provide a stark backdrop for environmental artists’ enduring earth-based installations

This is an updated version of a story that ran in the Salt Lake City Weekly on June 15, 2006. I'm republishing it here because the paper changed its web site and dropped the story from its archives. Another version was published in Neon in Oct., 2006.

In 1999, my friend Elaine Parks and I were grad students in art at California State University, Los Angeles. The ceramics club, of which Elaine was president, devoted most of its energy to camping trips, sometimes justified by artistic intent (pit-firing clay bowls in the Mojave Desert), sometimes justified by the simple desire to go play around in the landscape.

Though most of us were content to make manageably sized pieces of art that could fit in a gallery, we were inspired by artists who could think big enough to use the land as their canvas and produce monumental works. We were especially impressed by the British artist Richard Long, who, starting in the 1960s, eschewed gallery walls and “drew” lines through the deserts of Argentina, the Himalayas and just about everywhere else on the planet, either by arranging rocks or sticks, or simply by walking in a straight line, sometimes for days.

Long’s ephemeral artworks were intellectually stimulating to art students considering whether to join or oppose the gallery system, but mostly we were inspired by the fact that he got to go hiking for the sake of art.

Elaine and I both pursued standard art-career tracks. She teaches ceramics and art history at a community college in Elko, Nev. I own a fledgling photography gallery in Reno and write feature stories about Nevada arts and culture (yes, there is such a thing) for magazines and newspapers.

But our fascination for the generation of artists who’d moved mountains (some of them literally) to make monumental sculpture-in other words, our deep longing to go camping for the sake of art-never died.

Last month, it actually happened. We loaded a friends’ parents Suburban to capacity with tents and art history books and headed to Utah. We enlisted a team of research assistants: Casey Clark, 26, a potter and art student from Reno, Christina Hansford, 21, a jeweler and education major from Reno, my son, Nico, 2, and Elaine’s daughter, Aurora, 6.

The budget for gas and camp site fees was compliments of the good-humored Nevada Arts Council, who agreed that our mission sounded like “Professional Development,” based on the fact that we’d committed to returning with enough first-hand knowledge of Utah land art to develop a series of college art classes.

Beyond that, our mission was open-ended. We left prepared for surprise.

Follow the sun
The Sun Tunnels are four industrial concrete pipes, each about 18 feet long, arranged in an “X” configuration on a dry, windy plain in western Utah, where mountains are just blips on the horizon and only the heartiest of life forms-small spiders and low, scruffy succulents-exist.

The permanent land-art installation, by artist Nancy Holt, “picks up where Stonehenge left off,” according to one art critic. The pipes frame the sunrise on the summer and winter solstices, and each tunnel has a constellation-shaped group of neatly cored holes.

Nico and Aurora took no time to realize the tunnels were cool, dark refuges from a hot, treeless afternoon. Undaunted by whatever art-historical or theoretical weight the sculpture may represent, the kids ran through the tunnels for hours, stuffed teddy bears through the constellation holes to send them sliding down the pipes’ convex interiors, and tested the delightful sonic possibilities of sneakers stomping a concrete tube. Casey climbed to the top of the tunnels and scaled the interiors using the holes as handholds. I got my kicks by using the edges of the pipes as graphic elements in my camera’s viewfinder: perfect circles imposed on desert landscape photos.

A few shotgun shells and broken beer bottles weren’t the only evidence that others before us had also used the site as playground. All four tunnels are marked inside with diagonal, black arches overhead that look like impossible tire tracks.

Sarah Sweetwater, a sculptor and art professor from Elko, reports that they are, in fact, tire marks. The summer solstice tends to attract crowds, and on one occasion, a few years ago, she saw spirits rise high enough among a group of RVers that defying gravity with tiny motorbikes struck a few folks as a good idea.

Sweetwater, who’s taken groups of students to the Sun Tunnels and to other celestial view-holes all over the Earth, says “[The artist] wanted to align it with the earth’s movement.”

She finds the millennia-old idea of monumental sculptures marking time more powerful than the what she calls the “here-for-today, gone-for-tomorrow” nature of much contemporary artwork.

“Here we are on this earth; we’re such a speck of humanity. We’re just like a speck of dust,” she says.

A big piece of art in the scale-distorting Great Salt Lake Desert is an accurate reminder of that kind of relativity. When you’re approaching the Sun Tunnels over land, they first appear, from several miles away, as tiny black dots. From inside one, they seem large. Thinking of them as sculpture and considering the logistics of installing them in this location, they seem gargantuan.

The Sun Tunnels boldly occupy two ends of the “pubic art” spectrum: even though they’re hard to access in the geographical sense, they’re easily accessible as a piece of artwork once you’re out in the desert climbing on them. The tunnels measure time and scale by focusing our attention on the celestial. They remind us what something that size looks like in relation to ourselves, the Earth, and the art world as we know it.
If you go: On Bureau of Land Management land, where the Sun Tunnels are located, camping is permissible, but it’s not for the feint of heart. There are no facilities. Bring extra water, and be prepared to pack out waste. Weather conditions can be extreme. Dust storms are likely. Bring Visine. Directions: (Bring a compass.) From state route 30, follow signs to Lucin (population:0). Go right at the fork, cross the railroad tracks, go east on the road that runs parallel to the tracks for a few hundred feet, then follow the same road as it veers south. Proceed 1.8 miles. Turn left on the first road after you cross under the power lines. (An empty wooden post on the right is the only other landmark.) Proceed almost three miles. The Sun Tunnels will be visible on the right.

Circular logic
The Spiral Jetty is just what it sounds like: a 1500-foot-long swirl of man-made land that juts into the Great Salt Lake, for the sake of art rather than industry. It was created in 1970 by Robert Smithson, a seminal figure of the same mid-20th-century conceptual art scene as Nancy Holt. (The two were married.)

The piece is by far the most recognizable symbol of the land-art movement of that time period, and the volume of scholarship on it is as vast as the shallow body of water that surrounds it.

Some of the scholarship presents different interpretations of what appears to be, at first, a version of the classically ill-fated “man vs. nature” contest. (Though most accounts don’t declare a clear winner.)

Upon seeing the Spiral Jetty in person, the first contest that comes to mind is the “representation vs. actual experience” one. In photographs, the tons of jagged, porous basalt that make up the jetty are translated into a familiar, graphically pleasing symbol. In a short film Smithson made, also called Spiral Jetty, the spiral fills the frame as the artist circles above it in a helicopter. In the film, where the salt-crusted rocks are abstracted into a spiraled line “drawn” by the hand of an artist, the jetty looks poetic. It looks like art.

In person, the Spiral Jetty is in competition with its natural surroundings. There is no tower from which to gain the iconic bird’s-eye view that the piece is so well known by. There is no frame to edit out the rough, crumbly rocks, the relentless sun, or the murky, deep pink water, which emanates a distinct whiff of death.

Nico and Aurora, who rarely decline a chance to splash or climb, deemed this remote rock pile too sharp, too wet and too stinky. They spent most of their time eating sandwiches under a shade structure we’d pitched.

To be fair, the experience of getting a proper eyeful of the jetty is hindered by a couple feet of water. Elaine walked the entire length of the spiral, starting out in ankle-high water and ending up in thigh-high water among millions of tiny brine shrimp. In 1970, when the jetty was built, the ever-fluctuating water level was at an all-time low. Since then, it’s spent much of its lifespan submerged. At present, the tips of the larger basalt chunks stick out above the water, tracing the spiral’s edge.

There’s been a long-standing argument over whether the Spiral Jetty should be “preserved” by raising its surface above the water line, or whether the artist’s intention would be better served by letting the forces of nature prevail.

“There’s no real plan to tamper with the work,” says Irene Kopitov, public affairs associate for the DIA Center for the Arts in New York, an organization that aims to preserve site-specific 20th century artworks. (The DIA actually owns the Spiral Jetty.)

Like the Sun Tunnels, the Spiral Jetty brings relativity to mind, only here it feels more personal than celestial. It’s like a perpetual game of rock, paper, scissors, with the players changed to artist, earth and entropy. One may gain advantage over the other with each contest; eventually, it all averages out to a draw.

If you go: Various accounts describe the Spiral Jetty as “easy to get to.” There are signs pointing to the Jetty all the way from the Golden Spike National Monument’s visitor’s center, so staying on course through the rolling ranch land is no problem, but in a four-wheel-drive vehicle with high clearance, the cruising speed on the last few miles of the rutted dirt road is about 3 m.p.h. Bring waterproof, rock-proof shoes if you care to explore the jetty close-up. Bring your own shade.

Give me a CLUI
The Center for Land Use Interpretation calls itself a “research organization involved in exploring, examining, and understanding land and landscape issues.” (Locally, for example: salt extraction, hazardous waste incineration and rocket construction.)

We were enticed to visit by the fact that the center has an artist-in-residence program, which sponsors the type of projects you’d expect from a research organization: essays and documentary photography, for example. Visiting artist have also produced blogs, experimental architecture, a “Railbike” for exploring abandoned train tracks, and the resin-and-sand tiles that hang in an austere grid on the exhibition hall’s gallery walls. (The CLUI is seriously keeping up with the Joneses. These are exactly the type of undertakings one might expect from an organization whose Culver City, Calif., headquarters is right next door to the confounding Museum of Jurassic Technology, where fake natural history dioramas are indistinguishable from “real” ones.)

These pristine, professionally-lit walls are retrofitted onto parts of a fenced complex of barracks on the edge of economically challenged East Wendover. The buildings, flaking and crumbling in the sun since the U.S. Army abandoned them in 1977, have accumulated decades worth of “character” and “history” of the type that inspires artists to say things like, “you could do something with this place.”

What, exactly, the CLUI is doing with it is not fully obvious upon arrival. Even with a map and accurate directions, we kept asking each other, “Is this really it?”

Easy-to-overlook signage points to “Exhibition Hall 1,” a long, wooden structure, one of the few with a door. To enter, all you need to do is call the Southern California office on a cell phone, and ask a friendly staffer for the secret code that unlocks the door.

“I feel like a detective,” Christina announced. After roaming the decrepit barracks for about an hour, we had just begun to get our bearings. But we did keep stumbling upon exhibit spaces, and we’re fairly sure we saw most of what the place has to offer visitors.

Christina and Elaine disappeared for about 15 minutes and came back saying they’d interrupted a German-accented, San-Francisco-based artist from her yoga routine. She’d graciously invited them to the stay for tea.

Meanwhile, in Exhibit Hall 2, where sunshine leaks through the roof boards and new walls display photographs and lightboxes, Nico and Aurora were rapt with a large yellow contraption, shaped like an old-school video game. The contraption’s monitor cycled through a database of photos and sounds of industry in and near Wendover.

Even though the art was intriguing (to kids and adults both; gold star for the curator, if there is one), the context was far more so. Seeing contemporary, academically based artwork in an empty facility on the edge of a town that’s in such dire straights it wants to defect to Nevada was strangely satisfying. The absence of a gate, guards, staff, admission fees or any trace of the canned experiences that have become the mainstays of American vacationing put the Center for Land Use Interpretation, in the estimation of our research team, right up there with Disneyland.

If you go: Check out the CLUI’s web site (www.clui.org), an excellent repository of photographs and information on surrounding areas, including the Sun Tunnels and the Spiral Jetty, to which the CLUI offers guided tours. Directions: From Wendover, exit I-80 south to Wendover. At the Shell Station, turn south onto First Street. Cross the railroad tracks, turn right into gated complex, then follow CLUI signs to the east side of the old airbase. Be sure your cell phone batteries are charged so you can call headquarters, (310) 839-5722, for the entry code.

2009-06-27T06:34:00.000-07:00

From the RNR's Artown preview guide:
Dance dance revelation
Aspen Santa Fe Ballet is the un-Swan Lake

... Think shaker hymns or hip-hop, video projections lighting dancers’ bodies, and muscle-revealing spandex gym shorts. ...

2009-06-08T11:17:00.000-07:00

Cartographic Diaries

I wrote this essay to accompany Val Britton's "Constellations." Val's work is part of "The Echo Fields," a two-person exhibit at Johansson Projects Gallery in Oakland.

The tangled route-lines and fictitious continents in Val Britton’s collaged drawings are based on the graphical vocabulary of maps, but instead of charting a course from one point to another, they trace her journeys through the blurry terrain of memory and imagination.

Val began drawing imaginary routes as a way to connect with her father, a long-haul truck driver who died in 1994 when she was 16.

At first, her images were based on maps of the United States. Later, when Val was a graduate student in painting, drawing, and printmaking, the search for her father merged into her efforts to try to process a series of realizations, both artistic and personal, that defied articulation.
Her aesthetic evolved to reflect the transformation of her thinking. Her marks and lines became more abstract, alluding to the fluid territory between the known and the unknowable. Val says, “I think about tracing and retracing paths. And how doing that makes them known and familiar. I think about how things layer and get all tangled up.”

Her process evolved too; the daily practice of drawing, painting, cutting and collaging became a meditative exercise in developing her intuition, as both an artist and a person coming to terms with loss and confusion.

In Val’s recent works on paper, layers of organic and geometric shapes are restrained to an almost black and white palette, punctuated by bursts of somber, cool hues. The resulting effect - a sandwich of emotional tension and visual harmony - signifies the ongoing interplay between abandon and restraint, echoing Val’s continual search to organize her thoughts about life and death while accepting a certain amount of chaos and uncertainty.

While Val’s lines are made with a cartographer’s precision and a dreamer’s sense of abandon, her drawings are constructed with a printmaker’s sense of pictorial space. “I love unique, soft marks,” she says, “and I build images from back to front.” Her subtle depth of field suggests landscapes defined more by groundlessness than by physical space.

Val’s working methods are similar those of a digital artist, even though she uses physical media instead of a computer. “I’m taking a group of elements and remixing them endlessly,” she explains. She adds, subtracts, and combines, filling the paper with pencil marks, ink blotches, cut-out shapes, tape, and graphite until she reaches the precise balancing point between “less is more” and “too much is not enough.”

“My works on paper help me piece together the past and make up the parts I cannot know,” she says. “Mapping serves as a metaphor for searching, an implication of the unknown in wide, open spaces, and a record of how we see where we've been.”

2009-05-28T13:13:00.000-07:00

Unmentionables worth mentioning
Here's a story I wrote a while back for The Oakbook, a guide to the most expressive undergarments in town.

2009-05-27T21:09:00.000-07:00

Swap Locally
Can you say "makeover"? The Bay Area's most dedicated swapaholic can help you go from packrat to best-dressed eco-conscious philanthropist in half an hour. ... Here's my story on Diva Eve, a swank, community-minded clothing-swap organization, for the East Bay Express' recession issue.

2008-10-16T10:19:00.000-07:00

Oh, the horror vacuii
Double Down, Two Visions of Vegas at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

It's like the tense, empty feeling tourists might experience if they sober up long enough to realize, despite their genuine feelings of fascination and adoration for Las Vegas, nothing is really happening on this monumentally expensive trip to a disorienting Strip of blinking lights.

Read more in Las Vegas CityLife

2008-09-11T10:03:00.000-07:00

When you're an LA-bred artist in a remote Nevada town of 13 people, nature and culture can converge in an interesting way. Read my profile on my friend Elaine Parks' ceramic sculptures from the Sept. Ceramics Monthly.

2008-06-01T15:53:00.000-07:00

I wrote about parkour for the SF Weekly's Best of SF 2008

In the unofficial sport of parkour, there are no teams or regulations, just acrobatically inclined individuals traveling a short distance in a straight line — the more wall-scaling and rooftop leaping, the better. ... more

Here's the video about this fun, rengade sport that first caught my attention.

2008-05-28T08:17:00.000-07:00

Check out my Bay-Area debut, from the East Bay Express Summer Guide

Burn, Baby, Burn -- Should I bring the kids to Burning Man?

2008-04-22T09:57:00.001-07:00

I wrote about hiking in Reno, under-the-wire arts organizations, and birdwatching near Fallon for the current Nevada Magazine. Pick up a copy to see all three, or click here to read about my favorite Reno hikes:

Where the pavement meets the path

2008-02-23T23:52:00.000-08:00

Welcome to my new and improved blog. Look to your right for links to published stories on all your favorite topics.