Photos by K. Cecchini
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Photograph of Reformed Church in Montclair, NJ as referenced in the article. The church is now occupied by a different Christian denomination.
Eric Carle’s illustrations are easy to identify. My husband did not recognize his name, but recognized his artwork as soon as he saw it at the Montclair Art Museum (MAM).
Carle’s books are well-known staples in the world of children’s books. His writing is simple and he created his colorful illustrations by hand-painting tissue paper collages. Among the original collages on display at the MAM exhibit, are his sketches and book dummies/mock ups.
And, appropriately, there is a space in the exhibit that has been dedicated as a child-friendly book nook with carpeted steps, bean bag chairs and, of course, Eric Carle favorites such as his 1969 title, “The Very Hungry Catepillar.”
The exhibit will be open until January 3, 2016. Click here for museum and event information.
My husband and I were excited we were able to take our six-year-old niece to the MAM Lawn Party on Saturday. I think we enjoyed it as much as she did. (But, admittedly, I was disappointed our niece did not want to paint the almost life-sized horse – blue – in Eric Carle fashion.) In addition to being able to check out Carle’s exhibit, Parents Who Rock featured a great line-up of local bands including Thee Volatiles.
If you missed the festivities on Saturday, the MAM’s Eric Carle Family Day for more hungry caterpillars and blue horse celebrations on November 15, 2015.
Photographs from the Montclair July 4th parade by K. Cecchini
Text by K. Cecchini/Photos Courtesy of Edward Delaney
For a moment, a jazz horn blended with punk riffs in the crosswalk between Church Street and South Fullerton. Yesterday was Montclair Make Music Day and the Thee Volatiles were making punk music inside the East Side Mags comic book shop.
The Thee Volatiles was born among the East Village DIY scene of the late 1980’s which made for a particularly interesting interview for an article in the Montclair Times (with a wealth of stories left to be told, there is certainly fodder for more writing).
Not only was it fun to see the article roar to life in a live show, the Thee Volatiles have rekindled my love for punk music.
Published Montclair Film Festival photos and articles:
Hollywood Reporter: Photograph of Richard Gere speaking with Stephen Colbert.
Colbert’s site: Photographs of Mavis Staples speaking with Stephen Colbert
NorthJersey.com via The Montclair Times:
Text by K. Cecchini
If Pearl Jam, Wu Tang and, of course, Nirvana, are now considered classics, then I suppose the nineties is now ripe for retrospect. Alexandra Schwartz takes on the decade through art created between the fall of the Berlin Wall (1989) and 9/11 (2001). As Montclair Art Museum’s first contemporary art curator, Schwartz brings the prestige of debuting an exhibit to the New Jersey suburb that is not only ambitious in its scope but is also hailed as the “first major historical survey of art of the 1990’s”.
Graduating from high school in 1997, the nineties was my coming-of-age period. I was seeking out my identity while steeped in the decade’s “sense of melancholy and loss” as described on the placard for Elizabeth Peyton’s elegy painting of Nirvana’s Kirk Cobain.
Now, steeped in nostalgia as a thirty-something, I was excited to examine the art of my era at MAM Member’s Preview on Saturday night. Having confronted the culture through other media at the time, it felt as if it was rounding out my own appreciation for the decade Schwartz refers to as “watershed” while perusing the pieces.
Borrowing its name from the Nirvana’s 1991 hit, Come as You Are is divided chronologically into 3 sections that each wrestle with love and angst on three fronts; the politics of identify, globalization and the digital revolution. Ultimately, the exhibit provides insight into how artists were reflecting and reacting to the social, political and economic upheavals at the wrap of the millennium.
Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be…
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend as an old memoria, memoria, memoria…”
Partly because I was a teenager seeking out my own identify during the nineties and partly because I was hyperaware of friends and other contemporaries struggling with identities inherently outside the mainstream, I was particularly fascinated by this thread in the exhibit.
For instance, Catherine Opie’s early nineties’ photographs documented figures who asserted their countercultural identity through body piercings and tattoos before body art became more ubiquitous and less “alternative”.
Although, “alternative” was a cultural notion that was prized in lifestyle and music and represented in style, it became commercially popularized and repackaged. Whether focused on the alternative styles of the era or other stereotypes, some of the curated artwork provokes typecasts.
A dominating piece, Lockhart’s large-scale chromogenic print features a young man standing before a window that reflects his high-rise hotel room and overlooks an urban landscape that lacks any indication of place; his generic surroundings appear to simultaneously echo and contrast his ‘alternative’ grunge style.
Appropriately, in this photo from the opening, the bean bag sitting area in front of Alex Bag’s video is layered in a reflection on the photo frame’s glass. In it, the artist assumes various typified roles reflective of her recent experience in art school that with a nod to the “‘head and shoulders, confessional shots'” that was infused into the emerging reality television genre.
Furtheirng the push back on conventions, Nikki S. Lee not only defied perceptions based on physical appearance but extended the conversation to more hardened stereotypes. In her late nineties self-portraits, the Korean-American artist costumed herself to match a variety of American typecasts including a pierced and dyed punk, a bikini-topped Latina and a white trash women under a Dixie flag. “By morphing through these disparate identities, Lee examines issues of gender, race, and class, while demonstrating the arbitrariness of these stereotypes.”
Given the dialogue and smart phone photographs around it, was Mendi + Keith Obadike’s “Blackness for Sale”, may have been the most popular piece of the night. Among one of the first viral phenomenon on the internet, Obadike infused a provocative conversation starter on racism into Ebay’s digital, global marketplace. Within the “Products Description,” the seller guarantees a Certificate of Authenticity and provides pointed “Benefits”: i.e.
7. This Blackness may be used for securing the right to use the terms ‘sista’, ‘brotha’, or ‘nigga’ in reference to black people. (Be sure to have certificate of authenticity on hand when using option 7).” and “Warnings” such as “1. The Seller does not recommend that this Blackness be used during legal proceedings of any sort.”
Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don’t be late…
Of course, I may be biased, but this is a fascinating retrospective. Come for the art, come for the history or come for the bean bags chairs…
Text & Photos by K. Cecchini @tonightatdawn
Your Adventure Goddess keeps raising the bar on fun for the ladies! The last date was an aerial dance & fitness adventure at Sukah Arts Center in North Jersey; all of the women laughed, bonded and discovered new abilities with the support of suspended silks, an energetic teacher and each other.
Bettina Peets of Adventure Goddess invites local ladies to let down their hair at the meet and greet tomorrow in Montclair’s Pig & Prince Restaurant & Gastrolounge during happy hour. Click on the flier below to sign up in advance and bring a friend; it will be a great opportunity to meet other adventure-minded women and hear about the upcoming grown-up playdates for women.
Photos from the Aerial Dance event:
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Text & Photos by Kimberly Cecchini
With his characteristic spectrum of facial expressions and gestures, Lewis Black could have entertained folks on-screen before the advent of the talkies. And it’s all the more mesmerizing when he is emphatically pointing his finger a few feet away from you at a live show. Much to the crowd’s delight, Mr. Black spared no energy in animating his material Saturday night at Montclair’s Wellmont Theater.
Ranting on in his usual fashion, Mr. Black covered familiar themes like the weather, health and politics with fresh advice for a range of publics on more current events. A few pieces of advice from Lewis Black:
1. Having recently returned from beautiful Tahiti, he offered this to Putin: “You don’t invade Crimea, you fucking take over Tahiti.”
2. Send our stymied Congress to Tahiti, “They won’t remember their fucking positions and they won’t give a shit.”
3. To Detroit because, as he implies, most people will pay more attention to a natural disaster than an economic collapse: “(They) should have hired a Hollywood production company to stage a catastrophe…”
4. Take the 13% of Americans who thought that Congress was still doing a good job during the government shutdown, have them govern their own state and broadcast it as a 24-hour reality show.
5. 93% of climate scientists agree that climate change is happening…uhhh…listen to them.
6. Get a colonoscopy. Anesthesia is “sleep heaven”.
7. Of course, the night before the colonoscopy, prepare your bathroom before you start to drink the liquid.
Even though his act is riddled with cynicism, he said that he has hope for the country that he has been told is the greatest on Earth, “I wake up every morning brimming with optimism. I wake up with a smile on my face that would make a Born-Again Christian wonder what is that Jew up to?…I grab my cup of coffee and my newspaper and sit down (looking at the headlines)…fuck me, maybe tomorrow.” Maybe the headlines would change a little tomorrow if we extracted a bit of the logic behind the rantings of Lewis Black.
After about an hour, Mr. black glanced at his watch and said, “Oh fuck, we’re done.” He took a couple of minutes to answer some of the audience questions that were submitted via a web forum before the show; he thought George Bush’s paintings were “shitty” and poked fun that only a crowd in New Jersey would laugh about someone throwing up in their seat. When asked what inspired him to do stand up, he succinctly panned, “Nights like these.”.