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January 2012

Artful Travels: Art, Design & Robert Plant in New Zealand

Note: This is part of a new series of TOKY blog posts about artful trips our staff have taken. Today’s entry is from Designer Logan Alexander.

As the half-empty coach bus came to a halt in the cold pre-dawn, I alighted — sans map, sans coat, sans shave, sans food. Dunedin, New Zealand: I don’t know anything about you. I beelined for a cluster of steeples, hellbent for a flat white and an egg sandwich. Luckily, I found both, along with a healthy dose of contemporary art, at the Dunedin Public Art Gallery.

Dunedin’s historic train station

Located upon the Octagon — the city’s forcefully named centre — the gallery is the oldest of its kind in New Zealand. Following a delightful and much-needed breakfast at the adjacent Nova Café, I checked my backpack at the front desk and wondered upstairs into Pieter Hugo: Nollywood. The exhibition caught me by surprise. How often does one travel to New Zealand in search of surreal and striking portraits of Nigerian film stereotypes?

They say Nigeria’s Nollywood is the world’s third largest film industry. It releases up to a thousand titles a year onto the local home-video market. Such productivity is only possible because the movies are made in conditions that would make western filmmakers cringe. Produced and marketed in the space of a week, they use cheap equipment, basic scripts, actors cast the day of shooting, and real locations. While drawing on genres and typologies drawn from Hollywood, Nollywood movies are a rare instance of mass-media self-representation. The stories — including tales of romance, comedy, witchcraft, bribery, and prostitution — speak to the experiences and values of their local audiences. The narratives are overdramatic, and deprived of happy endings. The aesthetic is loud, violent, excessive; nothing is said, everything is shouted.

South African photographer Pieter Hugo became intrigued by Nollywood’s fictional worlds, where the everyday and the unreal intertwine. He asked a team of actors and assistants to recreate Nollywood myths and symbols as if they were on movie sets and photographed them. The resulting images recreate the stereotypical characters that typify Nollywood productions, including mummies, satanic demons, and zombies, all casually posed in the backlots of Enugu.

— From the Dunedin Public Art Gallery

I’m no art critic (and am mostly going off the few notes I took while at the exhibit), but the strange characters of Nollywood appear all the more real because of the informal portrait format. The lines between Nigeria and the Bizarro Nigeria that is Nollywood become a little less defined.

Partitioned by a glass wall in a corner of the downstairs lobby is a viewing area for New Zealand films and documentaries, where I took in a documentary on the kiwi band The Chills and a few shorter pieces on Maori civil rights issues. It was a lovely way to learn more about some of the country’s less visible history.

A few days later, while wondering around town, I came across a building on the campus of the University of Otago sporting a sign for the Masters of Design program. Chancing a peek through the window, I spotted a navy blue Cardinals cap and knew I was in good company. The wearer was a design student named Josh Jeffreys (who is not from St. Louis — he just liked the hat). He graciously showed me around their space and later introduced me to some undergrad designers in the final day of their thesis projects — a situation from which I was not far removed. Josh explained some of the problems the masters students were tackling. It should come as no surprise that an island nation would have a heightened awareness of global warming and its symptoms (e.g., rising sea levels). As such, many solutions involved finding ways to live more sustainably. In one case, that meant sturdy food packaging that encourages reuse and discourages the purchase of additional containers. In another, it meant finding ways to reduce the amount of waste from Air New Zealand one flight to the next. Remarkable stuff for a program in its first year.

Studio space for the University of Otago’s Masters of Design program

Shortly afterwards I was on a bus headed north along the east coast. I stayed overnight in Christchurch on a day in which they had the largest aftershocks since the February 22nd quake. With the downtown closed, much of the city on lockdown, and no water at the hostel, I thought it best to leave. Several hours later I was on a ferry coming to port in Wellington on the north island.

Wharewaka o Poneke — a recently opened waka house along the Wellington bay

I think of Wellington as New Zealand’s San Francisco: beautiful bayside location, historic trolley cars, and straddling multiple fault lines. Upon arrival I ventured over to City Gallery Wellington, where I explored Tender is the Night, a group exhibition that “brings together a selection of art works which explore the complex and intense nature of desire, love, and the loss of a loved one.” It was a large and varied show, spanning multiple galleries and floors, but the work was strong throughout. Ancient shunga prints, Jesper Just’s haunting A Vicious Undertow, and Liz Maw’s Robert Plant — a hyper-sexualized giant pink visage of the Led Zepplin frontman (immortalized on a postcard sent back to the TOKY offices) — somehow all work together.

While bopping around the south island, I was fortunate enough to get in contact with one of my absolute favorite typographers, Kris Sowersby. Mr. Sowersby works under the Klim Type Foundry moniker, and had just released the beautiful pair of Metric & Calibre. It is nearly impossible to spend a day in any New Zealand town without seeing something of his, whether it’s Serrano plastered all over BNZ locations, shopping tags emblazoned with the Rodd & Gunn logo, or even something as simple as the window numbers for an apartment building. Readers of The Daily will recognize his Founders Grotesk, FF Unit Slab, and Tiempos. (My personal favorites are cheeky National and curvaceous Feijoa.) I met Kris (and his awesome dog) at the Peoples Coffee just off of Cuba Street, for a flat white and an hour or so of type geekery. With the exception of a few brief encounters as a student with WashU alum Ben Kiel, I had never really discussed typography with a real typographer. Kris showed up with a boxing-induced bruise around his eye, and we proceeded to discuss his design process, life as a self-taught typographer, font theft, Berlin, “crap newspaper design,” New Zealand’s design culture, the state of Web typography, Melbourne coffee shops, hunting, New Zealand craft brews, rare type specimens, and everything in between.

One rainy day spent in the Wellington City Library I read chef René Redzepi’s NOMA (published by Phaidon, no less). In it, Redzepi describes an inspirational journey of discovery he took throughout Scandinavia and its many islands to meet the farmers and fisherman who supplied his award-winning Copenhagen restaurant, Noma. These interactions caused Redzepi to change to focus of his restaurant, and set it on the course that would eventually earn it the distinction of World’s Best Restaurant for two years running. While in no way do I presume to be the design world’s René Redzepi, I did find the experience of talking with Kris Sowersby to be quite enlightening. Great ingredients transform a mundane dish into a great one, and similarly, great typefaces can (and often do) anchor entire brands. Whenever possible, we designers should make an effort to know the other designers who provide the foundation for much of our work.

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January 2012

Artful Travels: Searching Out the Spiral Jetty

Note: This is part of a new series of TOKY blog posts about artful trips our staff have taken. This one’s from Senior Web Developer Tyler Craft.

The Spiral Jetty is an earthwork sculpture constructed in 1970 by Robert Smithson. It’s located in the remote Rozel Bay on the north arm of Great Salt Lake in Utah. Even though this is one of the most unique works of art I’ve ever seen, I primarily remember it because of the adventure it was just to get there.

In 2006, my wife (girlfriend at the time), Rachel, and I took a trip out west. We love National Parks, and always manage to base our vacations around them. This vacation was no different, with an itinerary that featured Yellowstone, Glacier National Park, and a drive through the Grand Tetons.

With some convincing on Rachel’s part, we added one more park to the list: Golden Spike National Historic Site. To be clear, though, her primary objective was to see the Spiral Jetty.

After leaving Jackson, Wyoming, we took Highway 89 south through the beautiful Bridger National Forest, passed through Logan, Utah, and made it to Brigham City, where we stayed in a classy 20-room Howard Johnson’s, one of the few hotels in the area.

We woke up early the next day and started our pilgrimage. After about an hour driving through a desolate, arid landscape, we finally arrived at Golden Spike; the temperature was already in the upper 80′s. At this point we had not seen a single sign for the Jetty. The only reason we knew we had 15 more miles was thanks to the Dia Foundation’s somewhat comedic directions (“Immediately you cross a cattle guard. Call this cattle guard #1”; “If you choose to continue…”).

Even with Dia’s instructions, we weren’t sure if we were going in the right direction. Every fork or cattle fence made us stop and question if we missed a turn. Thankfully, there was one sign that let us know we were not on the right path.

As we got closer, I started to feel as though we had driven to another planet. In the distance I could see the lake, which was blood-red. It’s color is “due to the presence of salt-tolerant bacteria and algae that thrive in the extreme 27 percent salinity” (Wikipedia). The land around the lake was extremely arid and covered with large volcanic basalt rocks and the occasional rusted shell of an automobile.

The road came to a stop, and we went on foot down the only trail we could find. After about a mile we came to the Jetty. At the time of our 2006 visit, the water was high and the tops of the rocks were barely sticking out over the red water. Stopping on a hill, I had one of the most surreal experiences I’ve ever had. The Jetty was in front of me, abandoned oil drills in the distance, dried salt beds to the east and volcanic rock behind me. I felt as though I stumbled into Kurt Vonnegut’s The Sirens of Titan. Aside from Rachel, it seemed as if no other person existed.

The website for the artwork explains how it was built: “Using black basalt rocks and earth from the site, the artist created a coil 1,500 feet long and 15 feet wide that stretches out counterclockwise into the translucent red water.” While the rocks were originally black, due to the salt, they are now primarily white.

It’s worth noting that the Jetty is only visible when the level of the Great Salt Lake falls below an elevation of 4,197.8 feet. Since the Jetty was built during a drought, it was submerged for three decades until 2004, when it was exposed for almost an entire year.

After walking out as far as we could on the rocks, we meandered a little east of the Jetty to some dry salt beds. The Great Salt Lake has a history of oil drilling, and this area felt like a graveyard for it. The horizon was decorated with abandoned oil rigs while the foreground was scattered with rusted-out oil drums.

To be honest, I hadn’t been very excited about this part of our trip. The Jetty looked interesting in photos, but I wasn’t sure if it would be worth the two days of my precious vacation time. However, after being there, I can honestly say it was one of the most unique experiences I’ve ever had.

If you find yourself a day or two drive from Utah, I highly encourage a visit. You won’t forget it.

An endnote: In 2011, the Dia Art Foundation’s lease on Spiral Jetty expired, and the state of Utah took it over. There were many fears over the future of the Jetty, including threats of oil drilling nearby. But just last week, the Dia Foundation announced that it has successfully reacquired the lease from the state, for at least the next 10 years.

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January 2012

Artful Travels: A Visit With Eva Zeisel

TOKY’s John Foster visits with then 104-year-old Eva Zeisel at her summer home in New York, just six months before her passing on December 30, 2011.

Eva Zeisel,  a pioneer of 20th-century industrial design, celebrated her 105th birthday with family and friends last November 13, 2011, and passed away less than two months later on December 30. Like so many others who appreciated her influence in modernist design, I was sad to hear of her passing. Her life, at times, read like a Hollywood script.

My wife and I had the rare opportunity to meet Ms. Zeisel last July when I was invited by her daughter Jean Richards to visit them at their summer home and studio in Rockland County, NY, near the small town  of Nyack.

Starting from the home of good friends Aarne and Tina Anton, who happened to live in the same county as Ms. Zeisel, we made our way along gorgeous tree-lined roads. Fortunately for us, Aarne and Tina live less than five miles from Ms. Zeisel, so they were very familiar with the area. With Aarne as our guide, it wasn’t long before we turned into a gravel driveway, providing our first glimpse of our destination. In front of us was a two-story, early 20th-century frame farmhouse, quietly nestled about fifty yards from the road. A canopy of trees provided premature darkness for our late afternoon arrival, and I could see a warm light on in the front window. As we approached, telltale signs of creativity were evident. Window ledges ahead contained assortments of natural objects — a smooth shaped rock here, a thistle or shell there.

Eva Amalia Striker was born in Hungary in 1906 to a wealthy, assimilated Jewish family and was fortunate to grow up in a life of privilege. As a young woman in 1923, she chose not to follow the same pursuits of her accomplished family (scientists, historians, economists, engineers). Instead, Eva chose to enter the Hungarian Academy of Fine Arts to study painting, and was also tutored at home by well-known painters. Her daughter Jean explained to me that her mother studied painting only a short time when she decided to change her focus to ceramics. No doubt this decision pleased Ms. Zeizel’s mother, who had been encouraging her daughter to find a profession that would prevent her from “starving in a garratt.” With a new direction to pursue, Eva apprenticed herself to the last master potter in the medieval guild system in Hungary, and graduated as a journeyman.

For the next 10 years, Eva worked at a variety of professional ceramic positions, including apprenticing with a master potter and even designing her own figurines, pots, and vases on her parents’ estate. From 1928 to 1930 she lived in a small town in the Black Forest, designing hundreds of objects for the Schramberger Majolica Fabrik, and from 1930 to 1932 she lived and worked in Berlin. This period of time in Germany was the Golden Era of the Weimar Republic, a period of all-night cabarets and parties. According to daughter Jean, the youthful Eva was there to see it all. But dark times were looming, including the economic collapse of Germany (which followed that of the U.S.) and, worst of all, the emergence of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party.

On New Year’s Day in 1932, Eva left Germany for a holiday visit to Leningrad, Russia. While there, she decided to stay permanently by becoming the fiancée of a friend named Alex Weissberg. With a new visa in hand, she went to work for the Ukrainian China and Glass Trust, which sent her to visit and work in various factories throughout Russia. It was through the Trust that she designed dinnerware and tea sets at the Lomonosov Imperial Porcelain factory. Eva remained in Russia for about five years, when, in 1936, she was shocked to be suddenly arrested and imprisoned by government forces. Russian citizens at that time were constantly being accused of plotting against dictator Joseph Stalin, and it was surmised later that she was falsely accused by a co-worker in an attempt to save their own neck.  Zeisel remained in prison for 16 months, a year of which was solitary confinement. Then, one day, as suddenly as she was imprisoned, her cell door was opened and she was released with nothing more than the clothes on her back. Deported to Vienna, Eva eventually left for England, by chance leaving on the same day that Hitler invaded the country. There she married Hans Zeisel, and the two of them sailed to the United States for a new life together. It was 1938, and the Zeisel’s made their home in New York City. Just one year later, Ms. Zeisel established the first department of industrial design and ceramic arts at Pratt University in Brooklyn. The courses she taught there were the first on ceramics for industry, rather than the typical “handicraft courses” that were being taught at the time. She taught these courses for many years.

On the day of my visit, I held Ms. Zeisel’s frail hand and asked her to tell me if she had a highlight in her long life. Though her voice was soft and almost inaudible at times, she was nonetheless direct with her answer:  “Let us separate my work and my life … the high point in my life was having my two children. The high point of my work was the Museum Ware by Castleton China. This is my favorite set. I had a show there [at MoMA] you know, in 1947.”

Daughter Jean later explained that Museum Ware was the “first all-white dinnerware set made in America. It was this design, which was designed with the approval of MoMA, that launched her fame in the United States.”

We were offered hot tea, and the conversation focused largely on pleasantries. I was hesitant to barrage this aged icon of design with too many questions. At times her pet cat would jump up to lay in her lap, and her hands would accept him with love and familiarity. The best was yet to come, when Jean nonchalantly asked if we would like to tour her mother’s studio.

At the time of our visit, Ms. Zeisel needed assistance to walk, so she remained seated when we rose to take the tour. The studio was located just off the main room in an upper level and was full with sketches, working maquettes, and scale drawings in charcoal of current designs and dreams yet to be realized. Most importantly, there were groupings of almost every major (and minor) work in the artist’s lifetime, from ceramic pieces created when she was a teenager to early paintings and designs that became the nexus of later work.

It wasn’t a surprise to see the curved, organic form everywhere in her studio. Tacked and taped to the walls were preliminary sketches of ceramic pieces and even working cardboard maquettes of her famous coffee table, the graceful glass-topped object with hints of Baroque styling and Noguchi classicism. With this special opportunity to view a lifetime collection of work in one place, it became clear to me that Ms. Zeisel rarely made forms designed to stand alone. Eva has been quoted over the years as saying that her work was inspired by the human form, including families and especially the mother and child. As our memorable visit drew to a close, we said our goodbyes to an extraordinary mother, artist, and national treasure.

You may learn more about Eva Zeisel at The Eva Zeisel Forum. A new book, Eva Zeisel: A Soviet Prison Memoir is also available online.

Early photograph of Eva Zeisel in her studio, c. 1930.

Mugshot of Eva Zeisel upon her incarceration at NKVD prison in Russia, 1936. Photo courtesy of Eva Zeisel estate.

A very early, one-of-a-kind experimental pot by Eva Zeisel. Photo by John Foster.

Glazed earthenware vases by Eva Zeisel for Riverside China Company, Riverside, Calif.  c. 1945. Photo by John Foster.

Another view of the glazed earthenware vases by Eva Zeisel for Riverside China Company, Riverside, Calif.  c. 1945. Photo by John Foster.

Plates, saucers and cup from the Majolika Fabrik, Schramberg, Germany, 1928 – 1930. Photo by John Foster.

Photo by John Foster.

A portion of the Eva Zeisel Tea Set from the Imperial (Lomonosov) Porcelain Factory. Photo by John Foster.

A feeding cup for a baby, ergonomically designed not to slip from the hand. Photo by John Foster.

A beautiful photo of the Eva Zeisel Baby Feeder, offered by Neue Galerie, New York.

Eva’s daughter Jean Richards shows us a cardboard template for one of her mother’s designs. Photo by John Foster.

Patterns, preliminary designs, drawings and templates for the Eva Zeisel coffee table and other pieces were throughout the studio. Photo by John Foster.

Eva Zeisel coffee table, offered by Design Within Reach

Note: This article kicks off a new TOKY blog series called “Artful Travels,”  which will continue off and on for the next few months. This particular post was published simultaneously at Design Observer, where TOKY’s John Foster is a regular columnist.

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