Monday, April 22, 2013

never say never!



After years of stumbling into puppetry again and again, through strange coincidences and seemingly inherited family fate, this year I decided to fully embrace it and apply to the prestigious Eugene O'Neill National Puppetry Conference in Waterford, CT.

Heavens to Betsy, I got in! I was awarded a scholarship from the Terry and Taylor Fator fund, which is "intended to financially and emotionally support puppet artists with a 'never say never' spirit." I'm still $1,175 short of the remaining tuition balance for the 11 day conference, due April 28. This seems like a lot to raise in less than a week, but-- Never say never! So I am fundraising for myself for the first time. 

This series of blog posts is an appeal for donations, a history of my life-long tango with puppetry and community art, and why I want so badly this experience at the O'Neill, which you can read about here. Any small amount you can give to help me get there will be so appreciated for years to come!

To donate, please go to my GoFundMe page by clicking right here!



PUPPET APPEAL, PART 1:

THE CURIOUS HISTORY OF A 3RD GENERATION PUPPETEER


My grandparents David and Helen Bogdan started making and performing with marionettes in the 1950s in West Orange, New Jersey, along with their 2 daughters, Bonnie and Judy. They called their family theater company The Stringpullers, and put shows on for the community, built theaters for other puppeteers, and taught art and puppetry to school groups. This is Helen and Judy in my grandfather's stage construction diagrams.



By the time I came along in the 70's, their house and their lives were full of puppets. From before I can remember, I was making and playing with puppets, too. And there were always shows going on for neighborhood kids. That's me in the crowd on the right in a pink dress, looking very dramatic.




As I grew up, I strayed away from puppetry and towards the introversion of books. I trained in classical visual art at the Rhode Island School of Design and became a children's book illustrator. But I, too, went into schools and taught kids about illustration, as my grandfather had (he was also a cartoonist). Here's my grandfather and me, both talking about illustration to school groups, 30 years apart.



Though I wasn't making puppets, I couldn't stop making dolls. I joined the Original Doll Artisans of Connecticut and focused on figurative sculpting. But I always had an uneasy feeling when these dolls were stiff and posed, which for some reason I felt I had to make them. But secretly, I wanted them to be loose and moveable. Secretly, (obviously now) I wanted them to be puppets. This is "Grace", which I made for Robert's Snow, an art auction fundraiser for a dear friend's very personal cause. 



When my grandmother fell ill years after my grandfather passed away, she was most anxious about the future of their large family of marionettes. I had always promised I would take care of them, but she doubted me, expressing regret that I didn't become a puppeteer. These are just a few of the dozens of puppets my grandparents made together.




The last time I saw my grandmother, the day before she died, to comfort her I lied and said I had found people who I was going to puppeteer with, which brought her tremendous relief. Two weeks later, by the strangest of coincidences, I heard about an open apprentice puppetry position with Bob Bresnick, Leslie Weinberg, and Margaret Carl of Puppetsweat theater company, and suddenly I was in my first puppeteering roll in a show called James Mars. (I'm the one on the far left!)

                                  


I performed with Puppetsweat for many more shows, operating table top, rod, bunraku-esque, and shadow puppets. Puppetsweat productions are mature, dark, brooding, sophisticated, and gorgeous. Puppeteers are visible, and body awareness is crucial. I had never been a stage performer before, and I learned everything from Bob, Leslie and Margaret. With them I got to perform in amazing places, including the Pontine Movement Theater, Wesleyan University, Manhattan School of Music, and Galapagos Art Space. And I began helping them build puppets for Master Peter's Puppet Show, which we took to the Kennedy Center in DC. That's me in the center as Don Quixote's right hand, and the monkey puppet I built from Leslie's design on the right. 




In 2006 I began teaching for the first time, as co-instructor of an Intro to Puppetry class with Bob at Quinnipiac University. I taught building and operation of rod, hand, toy and shadow puppets, while Bob taught history, theory and direction. Again I found myself copying my grandfather. Here's his puppet building class at St. Cloud School in 1976, and my class at QU in 2006. 




Inexplicably I started being asked to teach other places, including Jake Weinstein's Circus class at the Educational Center of the Arts in New Haven where I experimented with my first all-student-designed giant puppet project. We built a giant cardboard monkey puppet with rolling eyes and performed it on Audubon Street in New Haven. Now I was really hooked.


photo: Rich House

In 2007 I became a puppet cover girl (how many people can say that?) when Teaching PreK-8 Magazine came to my attic studio to interview me about book illustration and puppetry. 




In 2010 in my art class at the Common Ground Summer Ecology Camp, I used the resident chickens as study subjects for my elementary school students to translate live animal movement into giant puppet construction. The two giant chickens were completely designed, developed, built, and performed by them as a communal project. Here's my grandfather's students building at St. Cloud again, and mine at Common Ground. (You can see more of these amazing chickens and their design process at the Giant Chicken Blog.)







Around this time I began experimenting with producing my own short acts combining dance, shadow play, and puppetry for a vaudeville festival called Forgot to Laugh curated by Tony Juliano. Over a few years I recruited circus friends as cast members, and two recurring characters began developing who I called Polly and The Moon. 




photos: Mike Franzman & Chion Wolf

More and more opportunities began coming from my collaboration with circus artists, including building and teaching giant puppetry for student shows and street festivals. This giant sea spirit was built for the Torrington Main Street Market and Matica Arts in 2011. 




And, a whole new experiment combining living statue and puppetry called The Mermaid Statue that I built and performed for Hartford First Night on December 31, 2010, and has since been my most prolific project, appearing all over New England at county fairs, private parties, festivals, street corners and museums. 




But most epic yet: in 2011 I was commissioned by Cornerstone Playhouse and Mystic Aquarium to write, build, and perform a show about the ocean for family audiences. Polly and The Moon turned into Luna and The Moon, and became a 40 minute, full stage, 7 cast member production called Luna’s Sea, directed by Karl Gasteyer and choreographed by Christine Poland. After a summer run in Mystic Luna was unbelievably discovered and contracted by the American Museum of Natural History in NYC to perform in 2012. 


photo: American Museum of Natural History


The story isn't done with Luna's Sea yet! But I'll leave that for Part 2 of Puppet Appeal blog post series. Perhaps in the meantime you'll be dazzled enough to throw a dollar, or two, or a hundred into the virtual hat that will help send me to Eugene O'Neill this June by donating at this link! Or if you are unable, but still feel moved to help, please share this post. I promise more shows, more community events, and more participatory spectacles that will be a thousand times better for you having helped send me to the O'Neill!



Sunday, April 07, 2013

emerge

The extra long-ness and cold-ness of this winter is making the spring so much more dear and wonderful. I've been listening to gardening music and feeling mono-chromatic. This pen and ink came out inspired by a rousing Travis Knapp song, Permaculture Saints which you can listen to here. 

Crow quill was the first art tool I became adept with beyond the pencil, but I never used it much past RISD. It feels real nice to say hello again. 



Thursday, March 21, 2013

imperfect

I hate not doing things right. It's a real problem. It keeps me from doing things I don't do perfectly, which is a lot of things.

I've been venturing out into some new things lately, many that turned out to be things I didn't do so well. I guess naturally that brings you to a place of seeing a lot more of your own weaknesses than you do when you're gliding along in the places and activities you're familiar with. It can be kind of shocking if you haven't roamed from your comfortable habits in a while.

(Reminder to myself: make sure to regularly roam out of your comfortable habits.)

When the new rollergirls I coach get frustrated with falling down, I tell them how encouraged I am to see them on the floor. If you aren't falling, you aren't learning, I say. Why is it so much harder to say that to myself?

I am imperfect.

Somehow today I'm going to make myself love the sound of that phrase.



Tuesday, March 19, 2013

digitus impudicus bionicus

It's been 6 years since my finger epic that was documented all over this blog, and I still haven't lost my fascination for finger traumas, nor the nausea that comes with thinking about it. And finger injury stories mostly seem to be about that poor dominant middle finger, digitus impudicus, the one that is most in peril of all the fingers. (There's even a club: the IFPWMF, or, International Foundation for People Without Middle Fingers.) Now comes along this guy. He made a new one for himself. Out of bike parts. It looks a little like the one Holly Hunter had at the end of The Piano. But it is articulated. He is a hero.

I'm very very grateful for every funky bit of my freaky frankenfinger.



 


Sunday, March 17, 2013

Happy P-Day!


The third marching fellow of the year:




And because I just realized I didn't post the second:


Monday, February 11, 2013

pony express

I got a lovely email from a 10 year old reader of Magic Hoofbeats, who is also a horse-drawer like me. I sent her an email with an attachment of this horse drawing.



Her father wrote back saying she'd like to send me one in exchange, but only the actual drawing, so could they have my address? Awesome girl! Not long after I got this in the mail.



(In case you didn't recognize it, this is a great homage to the cover of the book.)



Of course I sent her a drawing on paper back.



Not much is as exciting as actual mail these days, it's become so rare. Thank you Rachel and family! 



Sunday, February 03, 2013

please do!



Like the world depended on it!

(More experimenting with watercolour on brown paper, this time filtered with Snapseed on the iPhone.)

Monday, December 31, 2012

happy new year!


May 2013 bring you enough comfort to ease your mind, and enough chaos to feed your soul. May your great expectations all come true, and may you be ambushed by greatness you never expected. May the darkness of the next months bring you enough peace, rest and gentleness to prepare you for brilliant inspiration. May the quiet of winter let you hear the subtle beat of your heart's true desire, may you find whatever means necessary to follow it with all your heart, and may whatever direction it takes you be towards love.

Here's to another great year, my friends! 





Sunday, December 30, 2012

snow meets sea



Last night it snowed big feathery beautiful snow on the Connecticut shoreline. It doesn't happen that often. And even more rare, it stuck around and didn't turn into slush with coastal rain. I ran down to the beach at sunset. 









Saturday, December 29, 2012

Shebi Arus



Khadija hosted a 3 day retreat at my home-away-from-home, the Dervish Retreat Center of Ithaca, NY.    The weekend was full of whirling classes, meditation, good eating, and woods walking, leading up to an informal sema ceremony on December 17, the annual worldwide celebration of the passing of the poet Rumi. I could only capture a few photos on my beat up phone. Thank goodness there is Instagram to pretty up terrible pictures!

Top photo: Karen in the foreground. She is healthier than ever, and turning so beautifully! 


Sheikha Khadija correcting posture during the sema rehearsal. 



The 10 women whirling students pooling available white clothing to share.



Many breaks to walk in the woods with the staff and the resident puppy.



Putting the beds to bed.



The angelic kitchen staff, Vicky and David.



And the heavenly meals they make.



The sema beginning.



The turn.




The resident peacocks.



And the resident sunrise.


Monday, December 10, 2012

more facebook foolery


The facebook puppet show is still going with (almost) daily updates to my cover and profile pictures. Today the moon has finally become full, and there's a new addition with my old fiddle, and growing sprouts. Where this is going may be as much a mystery to me as you! But it's a heck of a lot of fun along the way.

An updated video, going up to day 34:

  Polly Sonic's facebook puppet show from ply snc on Vimeo.

Sunday, December 09, 2012

searching


I'm wandering on with this watercolour on brown paper exploration. This one, photoshopped the black in part way, and left it in the speckly phase cause it felt pretty cool.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

heart food




In the practice of attempting to perform every task with love, pancakes are fairly easy. 





And most appreciated.




Friday, November 09, 2012

watercolour!


I started out as a young artist in love with watercolour in the art of illustrators like Trina Schart Hyman. But at RISD I was a disaster in watercolour class, which was meticulous, planned, layered still life exercises. I found out there I'm not a planner. Frustrated one night with a watercolour assignment gone very badly, I squeezed acrylic on top of the failed piece then hacked and sanded into it with terrific aggression. It turned out beautifully. So I discovered acrylic to be my true love media, the one that could stand up to my indecisiveness and temper.  

I didn't touch watercolour again until last fall when I made a wedding card for my friends. Maybe I've gotten a to be a more subtle and contemplative painter with age, or maybe I just finally got over whatever happened in that class, but I enjoyed doing it very much.



Finding the tiny travel watercolour palette far easier to use on the road, I painted this map of the Ithaca Zen Center in my sketchbook when I was there this summer. 




Liking the effect of brown paper as a background and white acrylic as a highlight, I tried again with the mockingbird paper puppet for the facebook puppet show.





And then yesterday, the tiny tarot card Fool (at top). I realized I numbered it wrong, I've got to fix that!

I'm doing another mail exchange. Send a letter or some small object to me by November 18, and I'll mail you back a tiny print of The Fool:

Linda Wingerter
Ithaca Zen Center
56 Lieb Road
Spencer, NY 14883

I realize too another hurricane patch is probably in order. Stay tuned.