Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Classic Whaling Prints Exhibition

Check out my meticulously constructed 1':.75" model of the upcoming Classic Whaling Prints Exhibition! It's not done yet, but it's getting there. Here's a walking tour of my souped up curatorial dollhouse.





















Here're the Hulsart prints you see when you first enter (yellow paper just represents information plaques).




















Then immediately on your left is the seventeenth century Dutch whaling prints.















There are a bunch of French prints behind you.















The French are the lads for painting action. Go and gaze upon all the paintings in Europe, and where will you find such a gallery of living and breathing commotion on canvas, as in that triumphal hall at Versailles; where the beholder fights his way, pell-mell, through the consecutive great battles of France; where every sword seems a flash of the Northern Lights, and the successive armed kings and Emperors dash by, like a charge of crowned centaurs? Not wholly unworthy of a place in that gallery, are these sea battle-pieces of Garnery.

The natural aptitude of the French for seizing the picturesqueness of things seems to be peculiarly evinced in what paintings and engravings they have of their whaling scenes. With not one tenth of England's experience in the fishery, and not the thousandth part of that of the Americans, they have nevertheless furnished both nations with the only finished sketches at all capable of conveying the real spirit of the whale hunt.
(Moby Dick, Chapter 56)
















Back to more Dutch stuff. And the narwhal tusk. Grey cardboard indicates a display case, yellow a door.















British prints.















Then onto the American prints! Apparently, if things go according to my model, a large number of prints will remain in plastic bags on the floor in front of you.















More American prints on all sides. America rocks.















The Benjamin Russel 1871 Arctic Abandonment series, both water color originals and print versions.















Closing with Japanese and Eskimo whaling prints. Unfortunately, the Eskimos never really made very many prints of any sort, but the Japanese sure as heck did. That green piece on the table is a scroll.















The exhibition opens in late February if you'd like to see something more than scale three-quarter-inch place markers on foam core.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Scrimshaw Thursday Update

Gosh I haven't updated in a bit. These past few weeks have been crazier than Right Whale mating season. But here's a Scrimshaw Thursday update (there's been a lot of great stuff I haven't uploaded, unfortunately). Hopefully you'll find this stuff as neat as I do.

The bounty!















I'm definitely the youngest member of the scrimshaw crew.















Sweet tooth!















The above tooth has Garneray's PĂȘche de la Baliene carved into it. Garneray's prints are not only awesome in their own right, but also because Melville describes this very picture in chapter 56 of Moby Dick, "Of the Less Erroneous Pictures of Whales, and the True Pictures of Whaling Scenes":
In the second engraving, the boat is in the act of drawing alongside the barnacled flank of a large running Right Whale, that rolls his back weedy bulk in the sea like some mossy rock-slide from the Patagonian cliffs. His jets are erect, full, and black like soot; so that from so abounding a smoke in the chimney, you would think there must be a brave supper cooking in the great bowels below. Sea fowls are pecking at the small crabs, shellfish, and other sea candies and maccaroni, which the Right Whale sometimes carries on his pestilent back. And all the while the thick-lipped leviathan is rushing through the deep, leaving tons fo tumultuous white curds in his wake, and causing the slight boat to rock in the swells like a skiff caught nigh the paddle-wheels of an ocean steamer. Thus, the foreground is all raging commotion; but behind, in admirable artistic contrast, is the glassy level of a sea becalmed, the drooping unstarched sails of the powerless ship, and the inert mass of a dead whale, a conquered fortress, with the flag of capture lazily hanging from the whale-pole inserted into his spout-hole.
















(Ambroise Louis Garneray, PĂȘche de la Baliene, 1835
Photo courtesy of the the New Bedford Whaling Museum.)


Another bit of scrimshaw, with what we think might be a scene from The Merchant of Venice carved on it. Alongside is a 19th century ruler (not King George IV).




















I thought this thing was neat. It's a stamp, though we're not sure what the purple ball is supposed to be. Maybe an ink blotter.
















When writing logbooks for whaling voyages, whalers would use these stamps to indicate when they had caught a whale, and then write the specifications next to the stamp. Stamps are often forged, but with a collection of 2500 logbooks here at the museum, we could (theoretically, given an intern and a lot of time) check to see if any of the stamps match up. Interestingly enough, this one seems to have an Orca on it.
















Here is the painted Alaskan whale rib, followed by a bunch of closeups of my favorite drawings on it.
















It's an eskimo! Note the toes.




















Frog.















Snake.















I love this guy. Fantastic ears.















My favorite.















Election day is tomorrow! Make sure to have a beer for Obama, and the future of our country.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Ra Ra Riot

was GREAT! I showed up really early because I was worried about getting tickets, but it turns out Allie put me on the list, so I got Remo to come down for the concert too (it was great to see him). I have never been on the list. It will probably be a while before I'm ever on a list again. People on the list get free tickets. Allie took me backstage. I like being on lists. Except for those years when I was on the government watch list and got automatically searched on every plane I tried to board. That list was really unpleasant.

Not a single one of these photos is in focus, but I'd say they're pretty reflective of the experience.













Each year at the fall




















Silhouettes in a window frame!






















Death?o baby i

















It all goes slow-mo
















Can you tell? I can't even explain.


Turns out Ra Ra Riot was actually headed to New Bedford the following week! So Tuesday, Mathieu and Allie came over and made a huge Italian dinner that I'm still recovering from.


















I'll close with this one:
















Oh la!

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Money for Books

"Dear Evan,

It gives me great pleasure to inform you that you are the 2008-9 Dana Prize winner. Professor Kane and I found your reflections on your revised summer reading project both thoughtful and evolved. It is clear that you began with quite a general idea of what line of inquiry you would pursue and found a thread even among books of an ostensibly varied character: science fiction, proper, and Christian fiction.

I will submit your name to the proper office in the Spring when prizes are announced and awarded. You will be receiving a financial award in June.

Congratulations,
Wendy Graham"

Scha-wing!
This week has been nuts. Here's a comic.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Ra Ra Riot @ The Bowery Ballroom

This Thursday I’m headed to NYC to see Ra Ra Riot, my favorite, college startup, kids-my-age, kick-ass-and-take-names band. My friend Allie plays the cello, which is pretty neat to know someone in a popular band.

Generally, when your friend is a band or whatever, of course you go and support them and listen to their stuff regardless of how good it is. But this is not the case with Ra Ra Riot. I love them. They are incredibly talented, incorporating cello and violin seamlessly with guitar and bass, along with clever lyrics and a dynamic stage presence (particularly when Mathieu Santos rocks out too hard and clobbers his bandmates with his bass).

My favorite song by them is Dying is Fine, a song that brings the following E.E. Cummins poem to life:

dying is fine)but Death
?o
baby
i

wouldn't like

Death if Death
were
good:for

when(instead of stopping to think)you

begin to feel of it,dying
's miraculous
why?be

cause dying is

perfectly natural;perfectly
putting
it mildly lively(but

Death

is strictly
scientific
& artificial &

evil & legal)

we thank thee
god
almighty for dying
(forgive us,o life!the sin of Death


And, in case you missed it, here is the basis for the music video.
And here is another music video.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Another Sarah Silverman link

Her lines are the real gems:
http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1832128