Saturday, April 11, 2015

Don't Cry for Me, Technopolis!

They still have newsstands in Bueno Aires.
They still like comics, too.

I went to Buenos Aires on the invitation of Juan Manuel Dominguez, the smart and enthusiastic organizer of the comics section of “Encuentro de la Palabra”, an art, music, literature, and video extravaganza held outside of Buenos Aires in a sprawling complex called Technopolis.

Families come to Technopolis to let the kids run wild on all sorts of cool apparatuses. Hipsters come to Technopolis to dig art installations by their peers. I came to Technopolis to be completely confused about Technopolis.

Was it a theme park? A civic center? A playground? As far as I could tell, the “tech” part was low and the “opolis” part was the Buenos Aires skyline off in the distance.

Jesús Cossio from Peru, Matt Borrs and myself from the US, 
and Paul Gravett from the UK prepare to enter Technopolis.
After our escort took our photo, she asked us not to explain 
to her boss what her shirt meant in English.

Among the installations sprinkled around the extensive Technopolis grounds was a mini play gas station, a flashing neon-lit robot-looking thing, and a bunch of pavilions containing multimedia presentations. There is also an airplane for the family to clamber around in and play Flight Attendant and Disgruntled Passenger. Next to the parked airplane is a structure so large it could hold a fleet of such jets and have room left over for the Queen Mary. It is filled with art exhibits and cool things for kids to play on, and a huge concert hall.

Before my appearance on a comics panel, tucked away in the low-rent district of the plant, I wandered around trying to make sense of the incongruent elements at play:

Beach chairs dotting an enormous pile of sand facing a concrete wall onto which lapping waves were projected.

Sandbox filled with letter cubes for kids to form naughty words.

Some kind of Wheel of Fortune game with giddy contestants and a host with big teeth and a cranked-up microphone (I dared not get too close).


Exhibition of “real” artifacts from the time the aliens landed in downtown Buenos Aires. Sort of like Welle’s “War of the Worlds” broadcast, the gullible believe in the event, while most of the populace understand the exhibit  to be based on a popular comic strip from 1964.

A brief video that will shed no additional light onto the connective tissue that holds together Technopolis can be found here in the middle of the page:

http://www.diarioregistrado.com/cultura/116151-330-mil-personas-ya-participaron-del-encuentro-de-la-palabra.html

The government runs Technopolis and patriotic pride is an undercurrent theme. Everything is free of charge. Families flocked.

At one point I got carried away in a flow of families and rode downstream into a dim auditorium. Bleachers could just be discerned, but the stage was aglow with whirling neon spotlights jittering to the throbbing music. Hundreds of seats were filled in eager anticipation. I figured that it was going to be a concert by some teen idol. All the kids chimed in with the songs that were blasting on the speakers.

Far from a pop icon love-in, the show turned out, of course, to be a history of the Argentine fight for independence performed by dozens of dancers in oversized cartoon costumes against an animated backdrop. I was later told that the spectacle is based on a very popular TV show which explained the enthusiastic sing-along by the audience. At one point the actors portrayed soldiers valiantly struggling across the Andes in bitter wind. Suddenly the roving green spotlights began to swing through the audience much to the delight of the crowd as little bits of snow-like flakes descended from the catwalks. Wait…it was not snow-like…it was real snow! Viva la Republica! Viva Technopolis!
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When Americans need to store water in a city, they usually build big, ugly water towers. This magnificent structure is essentially hollow and once was an urban reservoir. Presently vacant, one proposal has been to turn it into a very large swimming pool.

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Look closely:  M......U......N
I......C......H

Back in the day, this was the Munich Beer Garden. Today it is a museum of comics…but you can still get a beer if you choose to. Their collection of 19th century and early 20th century original and printed comics pages is small but impressive. I liked their floors, too.







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Subsequently, we were given a tour of the Biblioteca Nacional's comics collection, which is relatively new, but wonderfully maintained by the knowledgeable and dedicated scholar, José-Maria Gutiérrez (I was told that “José-Maria” is not an uncommon naming strategy for parents trying to cover their bets. If it’s a girl, they just name her “Maria-José”). Through his collaborator, the affable Pablo Zweig, we saw a lot of originals and learned a lot about Argentinean comics.

Illustrator/Cartoonist/Translator, Pablo Zweig, in front of the library.

José-Maria Gutiérrez points to something small and
significant 
to comics scholar, Paul Gravett, and publications
maestro from the Louvre, Fabrice Douar.

When Juan Peron was ousted, the government razed the glorious presidential palace and spent decades replacing it with the enormous concrete Biblioteca Nacional. This, of course, only added to the deification of Juan…well, especially of Evita. A sculpture of the Perons now sits in a park where their own garden may have once been located. The paint on Evita’s face is badly worn away from many fans trying to rub into their fingertips a bit of her mojo.


The mojo of Evita’s body was considered so serious that her remains were circulated around the world for years in fear that rooting them into any ground might cause a seismic (and political) disruption. When her body was finally properly entombed, it was in a welded iron crate placed in the family crypt, which had been fortified to withstand bombing.

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Evita's family crypt.
Evita’s family tomb is modest compared to many of the other crypts in the famous Recoleta Cemetery. But it’s a swell place to take the family on a Saturday morning to pay your respects to the most beloved figure in the nation’s history. Flowers were being placed on the door when I snuck in with the crowd. A woman kissed the marble façade. An old man wiped away a tear. Evita died in 1952.

 Look closely at background to see life imitating death.






This is not your low rent neighborhood cemetery, like the one in Montparnasse, Paris where every homeboy and his tante are dumped, but an upscale affair where families actively try to out-do each other in ostentatiousness. Some of the crypts are plain, some are memorial wedding cakes. Some are well maintained, some have imploded by age and vandals. Every one is worth contemplation…but there are hundreds of the things and after two hours I became numb to their virtues.






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During my brief visit did I cover the essentials? Did I eat the legendary Argentinean steak? Yes, I did. Did I see a tango performance? Yes, I did. Did I get my  photo taken with statues of two famously ribald and questionably funny comedians?


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Monday, March 02, 2015

How To Draw Attention to my Graphic Novel Workshops


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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

CAB 2014 Report

CAB 2014 Report

Comic Arts Brooklyn was held last October, 2014 in Williamsburg, Brooklyn (of all places!) where up until about ten years ago, Williamsburg was named after Colonel John Williams, a land surveyor from 1800. Present-day Williamsburg is named after Williams-Sanoma.

The affair was split into two days this year with the half devoted to commerce taking place on Saturday at the Mt. Carmel Church gymnasium and the half devoted to programming on Sunday at the Hotel. We call it “programming” in the hopes that the talks succeed in programming the audience to go out and buy comic books, and also because it sounds classier than “cartoonists gassing-off”.




Olivier Schrauwen’s new book, “Arsène Schrauwen”, is so good that I wanted to punch him, but he has the lightning-fast reactions of a cartoonist and deftly deflected the blow.

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The most successful of my former students do not get jobs at DC, Marvel, or the gaming industry, but make nice and nasty, somewhat obscene, ratty-line self-published stuff. I am so proud of them!
With Andy Pratt and K.J. Martinet.
...and with Tom Toye and Heather Benjamin.
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I owe these fellow teachers, cartoonists, and dapper gents, R. Kikuo Johnson and R. Sikoryak my thanks for being the only guys nice enough to straighten my collar situation.

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David Mazzucchelli went to CAB incognito. He dressed as his mom by wearing (I am not making this up) her old ski hat from the 60’s. Chip Kidd was jealous so I had to keep them apart....

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The green room was brick red. I got to sit between Al Jaffee and Michael Kupperman for a few minutes prior to Michael’s remarkable comprehensive overview of Al Jaffee’s career. It was one of the best of this kind of presentation I have ever seen and I hope that if I get to be 93, like Al Jaffee, that Kupperman will make a career retrospective of my work. If you like comics that are actually comic, do yourself a favor and get a copy of Kupperman’s books, "Tales Designed to Thrizzle". And Al Jaffee? I thought that if you are an icon it automatically disqualifies you from being a mensch. That Al! Never plays by the rules!

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Karen Green is a librarian at Columbia University where she holds down the Ancient, Medieval, and, naturally, the Comics collections. Here she holds down a discussion with Benjamin Marra, Jim Rugg, and Tim Lane about stuff they like: wise guys and tough-talkin’ broads.



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Here Art Spiegelman and I are absorbing Roz Chast’s proclamation that humanity is “just a bucket of guts."

Roz Chast titled this photo: "Roz and Art worship at Paul's temple."
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New York Times Op-Ed Art Director, Alexandra Zsigmond, moderated a panel with three cartoonists, Aisha Franz (Earthling), Lisa Hanawalt (My Dumb Dirty Eyes), and Jillian Tamaki (This One Summer). For pure visual fun, the slides these artists shared were probably the hit of the day. Boy, do these cartoonists work hard!


Lisa, Aisha, Jillian...and Shemp Howard.

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Many “Best of the Year” lists were topped with Richard McGuire’s “Here”, a project begun waaay back as an assignment in a comics class that I co-taught with Mark Newgarden. The seminal black and white strip version appeared in RAW and now, years later, Richard has magnificently turned it into a book and soon an interactive digital experience thingy of some sort.

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For the final presentation of the day, cartoonist Josh Bayer tried, without much success, to get a coherent train of thought out of the lips of Raymond Pettibon, who employs comics imagery in his profitable gallery work. Pettibon’s spontaneous ramblings enthralled fans and mystified non-fans.

Pettibon hit the ground dissing the many cartoonists and comics fans in the room by explaining that he could have been a cartoonist if he had wanted but, "I'm making more money than they are so they can suck on this."

Pettibon concluded with a demonstration of his ink technique by copying a Steve Ditko (I think?) drawing of Spiderman that morphed into a guy shooting up and sporting an enormous penis. Decidedly anti-censorship, he readily agreed on the spot to donate the profits from the sale of this original to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund.




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Saturday, January 03, 2015

Gag Deconstrucation

A few months ago, New Yorker cartoon editor, Robert Mankoff, ran a piece of mine on his blog deconstructing a Peter Arno cartoon:


I have written a follow-up piece giving Charles Addams the same diagrammatic treatment appearing in The New Yorker "Cartoons of the Year".

...and no need to remind me that E.B. White once said: "Analyzing humor is like dissecting a frog. Few people are interested and the frog dies of it."



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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Graphic interview with Jules Feiffer

From the Vineyard Gazette 29 August 2014

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Saturday, July 05, 2014

Outdoors with Nelson Bryant

A new Graphic Report published in the Vineyard Gazette, July 4, 2104.



Nelson and Jeffrey Bryant fishing at sunset:

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Friday, June 06, 2014

Graphic Novel Workshop this August in Vermont


Know any aspiring cartoonists (young or old) looking for some time, space, and guidance to work on that graphic novel project they having be musing about? Here's their big chance!

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