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Art in Odd Places 2022: STORY / Thinkers in Residence

AiOP STORY  – New York City,  September 2022

By Roberta Degnore

As a writer I’ve always been a little jealous of my visual artist friends. To visit them in their studios, see the work right there, touch it (maybe), and talk about it because it was so present would drive our interactions. By contrast, try inviting a friend to “read my screenplay” and watch them head for the door.

Art in Odd Places (AiOP) was a feast for me. In the past I’ve focused on “static” art (for want of a better descriptor). I studied people’s behaviors to New York’s sculptures and murals: Did the work draw people to them, or not? What struck me, though, was how people I interviewed would first ask, “Are you the artist?” Indeed, where were the artists?

Art in Odd Places brings the artists to us. What a rarity to interact with the creators, not only their work! AiOP is a unique forum—anywhere. In New York City it was splayed across 14th Street whose roiling freedom from gallery or museum sterility is a unique setting. I, and everyone from the Hudson to Avenue A, could talk to the artists. It was a treat to have artists and audience alike who seemed so freed and comfortable. Maybe it was because of the bus fumes, taxi horns, and press of passersby who were either interested in the art, or not—involved instead in their own silence, songs, or existential screeds. It is New York after all. 

Talking with the artists was gold. Geraldo Zamproni’s “No Meio do Caminho” – Midway is an example of that gold. We had a precious communication about his work of stunning inflatable faux rocks. It was exquisite because neither of us spoke the other’s language. Still, it made an unforgettable interaction for me—as well as did his work.  

I needed to hear nothing of the words, nothing more than the ardor of his hand thrown to his chest to understand that the words he was saying meant: “this is everything to me.”  

(Geraldo Zamproni, No Meio do Caminho – Midway)

In another way of communicating, the gender transformation embodied so kinetically by AnimaeNoctis – Silvia Marcantoni Taddei & Massimo Sannelli, was disseminated in their printed handout. But without their having read anything I heard an energetic passerby say approvingly to them (about their gender transformation and the grim reality of a bride and groom’s lives): “There’s nothing subtle about this!” It was said with an admiring smile and a wink.

People understood it; they got it; they appreciated it. So did I, with a minor language barrier. Being with these two artists and seeing their interaction with each other, I felt the gentleness in them despite their marriage-critical performative statement. Seamlessly, the audience and I understood the work because the feeling from each of these artists for each other came through as creators and equals. 

(AnimaeNoctis (Silvia Marcantoni Taddei & Massimo Sannelli)

AiOP is an arena for the courageous. Artists expose themselves in their work and they are present to take the weight of reactions—although I never observed a negative response. In fact, Poets Of Course : Armchair Salon was given a gift for their searing poetry. 

I had stopped to sit and hear a reading of their Collective riff on a Pablo Neruda poem, The Dictators. It was riveting, moving—especially in these times. A man in a well-tailored suit had stood and listened as well. At the end of the reading, he approached one of the group and he offered something small from his hand. 

I couldn’t see what it was as Collective’s members pinned something to a young woman’s jacket. It was a United Nations pin that the man had taken from his own lapel. . .  I found emotion hard to hold back. Even now.  

(Poets Of Course, Armchair Salon)

(Poets Of Course, Armchair Salon)

The understanding and gentle responsiveness of people was shown, too, to the women of 3rd House : Lights Upon the Shadow. Oh-Kyung Jang and Deena Spaner dress/undress and move sinuously and beautifully in a statement of “giving voice to an individual’s identity that has been silenced.” Their work stopped me, and I watched them. 

Then I watched the passersby watch them. People showed their curiosity, and their respect for the artists. It was evident in their actions, the paths they took walking past. They explicitly gave Jang and Spaner space by walking in an arc past them, not maintaining their straight-line paths in front of the performance. 

But as they passed, and for as long as they could—looking back—people never took their eyes from the work. They kept watching the artists although they did not engage them. It was a nonverbal but strong statement to an evocative piece. 

(3rd House (Oh-Kyung Jang and Deena Spaner), Lights Upon the Shadow)

 In a different way, Christopher Kaczmarek’s piece Carry On : The Labor of our Burdens piece drew people into talking with him. People were at ease, questioning what the work was, what the artist’s intent was. . .

And in turn the artist was open and responsive. He shared freely with people his thinking about the piece and why he had created it. A group collected around him repeatedly. They were always appreciative and ready to interact with the artist. 

(Christopher Kaczmarek,  Carry On: The Labor of our Burdens)

Vivak Sebastian’s Talisman in Situ also freed an audience to engage with him as an “urban soothsayer bestowing esoteric charms.” People were open to his work that gave people his lucky charms, and its hope of positive potential for them. 

This feeling was more than felt—it seemed even augmented—by the artist’s gentle and genuine interactions. People listened, as I did, to a kind of purity in the easygoing spirit of the symbolic generosity of his work. And him.  

(Vivak Sebastian,  Talisman in Situ)

Every artist on that sprawling stage shared their art and, of course, their souls and courage. Work displayed without the artists’ presence is different from this rare opportunity to talk to the creators, to spend time and share with them. 

The artist is the work, with their work, in Art in Odd Places. The settings are indeed unusual, but the concept and the curation of AiOP allows the artists to be their work. The artists are the work.

Art in Odd Places is something special to be experienced. In whatever odd place it crops up next.

There is not enough space here to honor all the artists I saw and appreciated. Please see my Instagram reels for a visual diary of my days at Art in Odd Places.  @r_degnore

And, I have a screenpl— Wait, don’t leave. . .  

Roberta Degnore is an author, filmmaker, psychologist, and comfortable lone traveler. She holds degrees from UCLA in screenwriting, and from the CUNY Graduate Center in environmental psychology. Always eclectic, she avoids stagnation in life or art. Her dissertation in environmental psychology focused on the experience of art in urban settings. In it, Degnore identified an evocative-provocative continuum to understand viewer’s physical interactions with, and emotional responses to, public art. She found this “behavioral mapping” is a rich explanatory tool because it goes beyond simplistic evaluations of like/dislike for any work of art. Degnore hopes to continue to provoke thoughtful havoc.

Art in Odd Places 2022: STORY / Thinkers in Residence

The 14th Street Path of Empathy

By Harley J. Spiller aka Inspector Collector

(photo by Harley J. Spiller)

It was exciting to be invited by Jessica Blinkhorn, curator and Ed Woodham, founder, to serve as a Thinker in Residence for this year’s Art in Odd Places festival. I started taking notes at 12:08 pm on Sunday September 25th, the closing day of the annual public art event, as the 4 express subway wound its way downtown. Performance artist and friend Chin Chih Yang had texted the night before to say he’d be in Union Square performing in memory of Mahsa Amini, a 22-year old woman who died in government custody after having been accused of not properly wearing a scarf. Turns out Chin Chih wasn’t part of this year’s AiOP, but when a large art project takes place in a huge public sphere, there’s no telling who what where when or why such things might coincide. 

I set out to walk the entire length of 14th Street as I’d done when participating as an artist in AiOP 2019: Invisible, and got to the Con Ed plant on Avenue C, and back to Avenue A before I encountered the first artist, a person performing as a boxy robot – they did not speak but were clearly happy to stop and field my reactions and inquiry – “can you communicate in other ways than nodding yes or no?” The robot took out a hand-held battery operated child’s football game and made it beep in response. That served as a perfect summation of the depth of communication often achieved in today’s screen-addicted world of interpersonal exchange. 

Delightful AiOP staffers womanning the table in front of the 14th Street Y (which kindly offered its bathrooms for participants) told me that as in years past, most of the art action takes place on the West side of the 2-mile 2-way road. By the time I got back to Union Square Park it was time for Chin Chih’s event so I handed out his flyers and encouraged passersby to take one of 22 black scarves he’d collected and wrap him in it. It’s never easy encouraging the unsuspecting public to take part in art, but in about half an hour Chin Chih was covered and began his actions to bring peace and sanity back to humanity. Two Taiwanese artists, Hsiao-Chu Hsia, and Chen-Yi Wu, stopped by to support the performance on route to their AiOP walk, which involved Shou-An Chiang, a third artist who would be participating in their hybrid piece from London, England. And then along came Animaenoctis.com, a man in a wedding dress and a woman with a pencil thin mustache, asking if Art Can Really Transform – when they learned I was an AiOP thinker, the uomo (perhaps) parted with the amusing words “have good thoughts” – later they were espied in performance, pushing each other on a rickety metal wheeled cart. He hit me with another corker: “lots to think about eh?” 

Further west I spotted a performer in all white, with a plastic Key Food supermarket bag tied around her head with just her eyes peeping out two tiny holes. Yu-Ching Wang had suffered discrimination in public and chose this method to share her emotions about identity – her experience was horrible and one hopes this piece will change things for the better, as much of the AiOP work this year seems aimed at achieving. And then there he was, AiOP’s founder himself, staffing an info table. I charged forward and had a lovely chat with Ed Woodham, who sat me on a collapsible stool (that didn’t collapse), plied me with a sticker that says “NOTHING,” and shared stories personal, political and world-beating. Most of all I loved our discussion about how serendipity plays a big role in AiOP*, and in life in general (at the flea markets on the sidewalk between Avenues A and B I couldn’t resist buying a used copy of The Sleeve Should Be Illegal: & Other Reflections on Art at the Frick. The vendor asked how much would I pay – and I said “how ‘bout a couple bucks?” She said “OK how about 3.” Wouldn’t you know it but 3 participants in AiOP asked to take a photo of the cover of the book – go figger the odds of that trinary.) 

The inimitable LuLu LoLo popped up next, brightening the grey-ish day in her bright red raincoat and brighter red heart. On I marched and next encountered Ana De Orbegoso and her Power Cart (Feminist Projections), a selection of beautifully crafted vests with sharp embroidered statements – walking with her and her helper Daphna I encountered another thinker, Rich Garr, who had years earlier been introduced by Cleveland artist and friend Jeff Chiplis – the whole world collides on 14th Street sometimes and we’re all the better for this crossroads of the world (especially in light of the un-New-York commercialization of The Deuce, the original crossroads of the world!). Next up we watched Tamara Wyndham, also in white, paint her message “All that we have created will decay” – in water – on the sidewalk – now that’s graffiti no one can get in trouble for! 

Time ran out. I didn’t make it all the way to the Hudson but did get one last art work under my belt, and a beaut it was. Vivek Sebastian spent half an hour or so asking me deep questions and crafting a custom Talisman in Situ to bring me power and strength with a personal issue I cogitated but did not reveal. Vivek nobly accepted my limits and asked “around” my topic, and made me a lotto-ticket amulet laden with special powders and spices and two x 3 safety pins, doubling down on the number of the day. Vivek proves that he cares deeply about people, has powerful ears, and is a humanitarian par excellence. 

In fact all the artists I encountered were humanitarians on a mission to make the world a better place. No small feat for individuals and couples but an essential goal. It is such empathy that stood out as the ultimate message of the festival. Thank you Jessica and Ed and Furusho and many others who made me once again proud to be a fellow artist and arts administrator.

*the American-Chinese restaurant chain P.F. Chang’s new location on University Place at 13th Street channels Christo and Jeanne Claude. Regardless that this “wrapped Tang horse” is not intended as art, art can be found anywhere one seeks.

Harley J. Spiller performed “Invisibilicious” at AiOP 2019: INVISIBLE.  Harley is the Ken Dewey Director of Franklin Furnace Archive, where he has supported the purportedly unsupportable since 1986.  He is psyched to work again alongside Jessica Blinkhorn, 2022 AiOP Curator, and is looking forward to experiencing the wild n wooly artists she is sure to have selected for NYC’s delectation.