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Will Elder has died

Will Elder passed away late last week, Born Wolf Eisenberg, he both had a unique personal style and the gift of perfect mimicry of other artists. His mimicry of advertising art was indistinguishable form the real thing, until you found the gotcha. I’ve heard it argued that he actually had multiple personal styles, his painted work considered from his line work. He was the origin of Mad’s gag art in the margin, although in his case it was additional gags he wrote and blended perfectly with the art for the (usually Kurtzman written) piece he was illustrating. This became known as Chicken Fat or Chotchkies. Along with Harvey Kurtzman and Wally Wood he was the backbone of the original Mad Magazine. For those of you that don’t know, Mad was the only EC comic book to survive the great Comic purge of the early 50’s, in which various clergy and a certain psychologist claimed that comic books were perverting the youth of Amerika. Elder was unique in his mastery of parody and satire, his become famous not for his pioneering work at Mad, but for Little Annie Fanny, and adult strip he and Kurtzman did for Playboy.

I grew up reading the old copies of Mad that littered the barbershop we frequented, and coveted the bound in copies that Mad put in their Specials in the early 70s, I bought all the mad paperbacks to get all the old work. Will Elder was one of the reasons I’ve used some variation of the ords parody and satire as my online nicknames for close to 30 years.

Wikipedia bio, and eulogy frfom his son in law.

Inside is Outside

Kim Grove reports: 

I have managed, in my own mind, a coup of sorts! Several of my photos have been selected for a group show called “Inside is Outside” as part of the Wicker Park/Bucktown Master Plan Open Houses. I am not a Wicker Park resident and my subjects cover the Maxwell Street area and the near West Loop, so I am honored that they chose to include my work and thought that some of you might be interested.The photos are being used as part of a project that the WPB Special Service Area is doing to promote awareness of neighborhood change and encourage participation and input from Wicker Park residents regarding development, etc. Many of you know that this is always a concern of mine, more so in Pilsen of course, but overall for Chicago as well. In fact, it may be inspirational for Pilsen, depending on the rate and form of development that we experience. Below is the information for the show–please stop in if you happen to be in the area!1275 North Milwaukee (next to the Radio Shack) Chicago, ILMarch 29, April 5, and April 12, 10 a.m. - 4 p.m.http://wickerparkbucktownssa.org/?p=242Okay, thanks for checking this out!

Introducing the Emoodicon Ring

But first, a message from Nostalgia…

Over 30 years ago I got my first digital watch. This was a big deal at the time, they were still relatively new, They were all the rage and everyone, nerd and commoner alike, had to have one, kind of like the iPhone or GPS in 2008.

Owning a digital watch lead to all sorts of day dreams ranging from two way wrist TVs ala Dick Tracey to wrist computers. But this being the 70s, and the peak of nutty Amerikan fads, I kept thinking about an LCD mood watch. My daydream watch would tell people in plain English how I felt, and would be readable in broad daylight. I never could figure out a goof proof mechanism to make it read my mood, since even now most bio sensors aren’t good enough to tell pissed off from horny (and PETs don’t fit into a watch case-yet-but they would let you read other peoples moods). So like most daydreams it faded.

Which brings us the the present. Internet time, and internet culture. The broken watch on my wrist has hands, most people wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a digital watch. And we have new ways to express our emotions, especially online: emoticons. They were invented to remove ambiguity in email text, and have since spread to IM, the Web and Twitter. They let readers know when your joking, playfull, angry or pissed off. We all know the basic emoticons, right :-)

Former Pilsen resident, international man of mystery and one time chewtoy of the gods, John Unger (and company) have produced something akin to my old day dream, but melded to contemporary style and culture. The Emoodicon ring. It’s an emoticon  mood ring. First off, it’s a nifty stainless steal ring with a removable bezel, instead of an impractical LCD screen. Secondly, you replace the Emoodicons by hand, removing the need for complex invasive biosensors and batteries. Fourthly, you choose the message you share with the world, so you can put a smiley face on it even if your crying inside, or vice versa if your Goth. Fifthly, it’s  cute: there are two sets of Emoodicons currently available, Kitteh and Bleep each a cute graphical interpretation of a emoticon with kitten or robot theme respectively. Finally, it’ll get you noticed by glitterati and technorati alike, and not in a “Who’s the nerd with all the wires hanging off his wrist” way. They’re even having a contest to design the next set of Emoodicons, and I believe plans are afoot for a blank set. It’s the 21st century, and it fits the post modern, post ironic lifestyle perfectly. Unless your an aging boomer nerd who wants a wrist mounted positron emission tomography unit to read your friends moods (and minds).  So go check it out.

Steve Gerber RIP

(updated)

I borrowed a machine to post this.

Obits are almost impossible for me to write. So this will suck. The more the person affected my life, the harder. And then there were people like Steve Gerber. He wrote comic books. I didn’t collect comic books. I tried, but collecting comes hard to me. I read comic books. I tried to read everything he wrote in the 70s. I owned most of it. I had every one of the first issues in the links. And I wasn’t a collector, they weren’t in sleeves, they were dogeared and worn.

Yes, Virginia, it was a simpler world. Comics weren’t art, they were ephemera (hell, we didn’t even know that word back then). I had to hide them from my parents till I moved out, then I had to hide them from my room mates (they lived inside back issues of Interface Age and KiloBaud). Comic books were for kids.

By the time they were art, it was mostly because of people like Steve Gerber, in part because of his writing, in part because of the lawsuit mentioned in the links. The lawsuit was one of the first times intellectual property popped into the pop consciousness.

I really liked Howard the Duck. I even read the newspaper version. I wish I’d cut those out. I liked his run on The Defenders, and The Guardians of The Galaxy (even though I kinda hated the premise). His work on Man-Thing gave us Howard the Duck, and in my mind set up the success Alan Moore would have with Swamp Thing in DC (I’m among the people that argue that Gerber was the first to “deconstruct” the super hero in general, and his work leads to Moore’s brilliant Watchmen). And yes, I even had the first issue of Omega the Unknown. I didn’t like the series as much, but I thought I could see where it was going and had great fun rewriting it in my head.

Steve created Howard the Duck, Steve sued Marvel over ownership of Howard. We all sided with Steve. I quit reading comics for years, and missed the real golden age (Jerry says they call it the Platinum Age, whatever). But I didn’t want to put money in the pocket of the Man who was putting Steve down. Yeah, it was a much simpler world. (and it took me a few years to catch back up ;-) )

Yup, it was a much simpler world and there was a cigar smoking duck in Cleveland, with a hot human girl friend. A duck who would run for President as head of the All-Night Party. A duck who made more sense then anything else going on. A duck who was Trapped In A World He Never Made…

Goodbye Steve.

Mark Evanier’s obit. Mark has taken over Steve’s blog, more obit links over there.

The Comic’s Reporter obit.

(Thanks to The Reel Jeff over at Hell’s Donut House for the pointer.)

Opening February 1st!

Visions of Discord

A multimedia conflict art show at the Co-Prosperity Sphere

With art by Usama Alshaibi, Umberto Giangrandi, Jed McBride Meidam, Luis Fernando Rodriguez, Eddie Sato and Martin Schmidt

Friday February 1st
Time: 7-11pm

Gallery hours: 5-7pm Sunday through Thursday the 7th
3219 S Morgan Chicago, IL 60608

In a culture where the mediated spectacle of war is so commonplace it escapes consideration, this show presents artifacts of immediate experience. Indifferent to variations in historical time and geographical space, all political judgments suspended, only veterans, refugees and victims of humankind’s eternal horror are here brought together under one roof. They are your neighbors, for the most part, sharing personal perspectives on experiences no outsider could ever fully comprehend. Journalism and entertainment tell stories; these artworks challenge an exercise in empathy

Early Warning: Art Opening

From Mariapaz:

Visions of Discord

A multimedia conflict art show at the Co-Prosperity Sphere

With art by Usama Alshaibi, Umberto Giangrandi, Jed McBride Meidam, Luis Fernando Rodriguez, Eddie Sato and Martin Schmidt

Friday February 1st
Time: 7-11pm

Gallery hours: 5-7pm Sunday through Thursday the 7th
3219 S Morgan Chicago, IL 60608

In a culture where the mediated spectacle of war is so commonplace it escapes consideration, this show presents artifacts of immediate experience. Indifferent to variations in historical time and geographical space, all political judgments suspended, only veterans, refugees and victims of humankind’s eternal horror are here brought together under one roof. They are your neighbors, for the most part, sharing personal perspectives on experiences no outsider could ever fully comprehend. Journalism and entertainment tell stories; these artworks challenge an exercise in empathy

John Unger at work

artist John Unger happily applies a plasma cutter to a propane tank to form a firebowl

Click for larger image. John Unger at work fashioning firebowls with a plasma cutter. Amazing what you can do with a properly wound wire filament and some electricity. My memory says Kurt Vonnegut’s brother had a hand in the creation of plasma cutters, and one was featured prominently in the movie Thief (a must see for any one moving to Chicago, along with some version of The Front Page and The Blues Brothers).

october

If you were wondering why I was cleaning the  photos off my cellphone and on to the blog it’s because
October is  Artists month in Chicago,

So I thought I should act like one for a few hours.

Little VIllage Arts Festival

See previous week’s posting for tonight and this weekend’s events (101 Painters, @nd Friday art Crawl, 18th st. Artists open Studios, Underscene opening) and add to the list the  2nd annual Little Village Arts Festival. Little Village is the neighborhood from roughly Californai to Cicero, and 21st to 31st. Open studios and performance all weekend, for more info visit the website. Their promo postacrd sized cards are well designed, include a map and are plasticized for durabillity. They make the little promo material Pod had look meager and pitiful, and frankly make the 18th St folks materials look pale by comparison. I’m keeping mine for use as a bookmark/coaster/throwing star.

October Birthdays

Long believed dead, Alfred Steiglitz has been quietly passing his time in Chicago’s Pilsen Neighborhood, raising otters and engaging in his new found love of graffiti. He asks you to respect his privacy and his skin condition and just leave him alone, preferably with your money and wife.

Some artists transcend death, and Margaret Bourke-White is one, no matter who feels otherwise or how many neighborhood committees meet to ask her to leave or how many laws the City passes to ban the Undead. Mags is currently living on the edge of Heart of Chicago and finishing up her one woman show, “Ghandi and I”.

Charles Bukowski faked his own death and that of three other people to get out of an abusive relationship, fled the steady state boring San Francisco winters for the biting sardonicism of Midwest weather and reports that he is happy at last.




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