Showing posts with label zines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zines. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Pan Review of Zines: Zinefest Houston 2013

Robert Boyd



Zinefest is an annual daylong festival devoted to zines, which are DIY print publications generally produced by amateur writers and artists. This year, it was held at the Museum of Printing History, which is a symbolically appropriate venue. But it did have one problem--it was really cramped. Considering how Zinefest has grown over the years, that's not surprising. The first Zinefest I went to was at the Caroline Collective a few years ago, and all those zinesters would have fit into one room at the Museum of Printing History. Zinefest 2013 was in four rooms (and in a few other nooks and crannies) and was bursting at the seams.



The exhibitors and fans tended to be on the young side. Dress was very casual. It was definitely a different crowd from the Texas Contemporary Art Fair, which was running simultaneously. Let's face it--when you pay $10,000 for a booth, the stakes are high. But $25 or so for a table? It permits a more easy-going attitude.



Zines have been around since the 1930s when science fiction fans started publishing their own zines in order to stay in contact with one another.  These early zine publishers got addresses of other fans from letters columns that ran in professional science fiction magazines. This continued through the 50s and 60s, adding comics fans to the mix. Even though they didn't call themselves "zines," I'd say the peotry magazines of the 60s (often printed with mimeography) were important primogenitors. (The Museum of Printing History had an excellent exhibit on this kind of magazine in 2010.)

Zines exploded in the 70s as photocopying technology got cheaper and cheaper. That was the beginning of the punk zine, where music fans wrote about their favorite local bands--bands (and scenes) that otherwise got very little positive coverage in the local media. At the same time, mini-comics--small self-published comics zines--started to grow in number.

One thing to remember here is that almost all of these were traded through the U.S. Mail. there were a small number of other venues (permanent and pop-up), but mostly it was people contacting like-minded people through the mail. Learning about other zinesters was difficult. That changed when Factsheet Five, a magazine devoted to zines and listing hundreds of them in each issue, started publishing in 1982. It ran until 1998, which is auspicious. By 1998, the internet was getting big. The internet obviates the need for most zines.

Zines prior to the late 90s/2000s weren't published to be "zines qua zines" for the most part. They were published because it was the only way for their creators to get their ideas, their poetry, their scene reports, their comics, etc., out there. These were artists and writers who were frozen out of mainstream media. (That said, many who got their starts in zines went on to have actual remunerative careers as writers, artists, etc.)

But the labor-intensive aspect of creating a physical zine, not to mention the fraught efforts to make contact with people who might be interested in reading your zine were made unnecessary by the coming of the internet. First came BBSes, which allowed fans to converse directly with other fans of whatever specific interest they had. Then came webpages, then blog software, then MySpace, etc. If you are into underground music or writing poetry or making comics (or writing about art, like me), there is almost no barrier to communicating with like-minded folks on the internet.

So why keep making zines? That was something I asked myself that Saturday as I wandered the aisles. None of the people here needed to make zines in the way that people in the 60s, 70s and 80s did. They have other options that earlier zinesters could only dream of. And yet, here they were. Here's a selection of the zines I got at Zinefest. Perhaps looking at them will help explain why they still exist.



This sloth version of Napoleon Crossing the Alps by David is by Houston artist Sebastian Gomez de la Torre.  He also was presenting a zine full of his illustrations called Deep Press Zine.


Gomez de la Torre has slick illustration chops and is capable of playing around with a variety of media and drawing styles, as you can see below. But you can see all these and more on his very nice Tumblr. So what's the point? One reason may be that a zine can serve as a calling card of sorts--a mini-portfolio that you can leave with art directors or potential clients.  (You can buy buy Sebastian Gomez de la Torre art in many forms here.)



Women Artists: Interviews, volume 1 is an ambitious art-zine. Obviously this kind of project has a lot of appeal for me as an art-blogger. The credits on the zine are a bit vague, but I get the impression that Caroline Knowles is the editor/publisher. The zine consists of interviews with five artists conducted by Knowles, Rhiannon Platt, and Tricia Gilbride.



W/A has a blog, but the interviews are not published there. The zine is for sale, so maybe the zine exists as a way to generate some revenue from all the work. It's something I think about often--I don't make any money from this blog, and sometimes I think it would be nice to get a little something for my efforts! (If you readers would buy approximately 175 items from Amazon by clicking on the Amazon sidebar to your right--if you are reading this on a computer--I'll get about $100!)


art by Tara Marynowsky

I'm pretty sure that this zine is produced in Austin, and two of the artists interviewed, Katy Horan and Angel Oloshove are from Austin and Houston respectively. But the other artists are from all over--Tara Marynowsky, whose work appears above, is from Sydney, Australia. By calling this "volume 1," the creators of this blog imply future volumes. I look forward to seeing them.



Abstract Comics comes from Beaumont. It was made by four Lamar students--Jon Nguyen, Andre Woodard, Jensyn Hanley and James Lang for a class, Design 1. It is one continuous work, so it is impossible to know who drew what, but the individual styles are fairly distinct. The structure is abstract images within a strict 9-panel grid. The visual tension is between images that overlap the grip and images that progress from panel to panel. It's a lovely exercise to give to young design students. I wonder if they came up with the idea on their own or if they were assigned to produce an abstract comic. Either way, the result is charming.



You can imagine that these young designers might have been exposed to Kandinsky and Mondrian and Paul Rand for the first time and were eager to show what they had learned.



But classic comics design enters the work, too, as in this Jack Kirby-esque page. I'm not sure how you can buy a copy of this zine, but it was published by ZAD Projects.



Another ZAD projects zine is For Madmen Only. This one is by ZAD himself--Zachary Dubuisson. It consists of spooky, nighttime photos with mysterious light flares and ominous silhouettes.


photo by Zachary Dubuisson

For Madmen Only can be read as a photo essay or as a mini-portfolio. I've been told that for a lot of photographers, the goal of a given particular photographic project is a book. A zine can be a way to document a small project--an assay into a what might become a larger body of work.



Zines have always been about personal expression, so memoir is a common genre for the form. Monster Heaven #4 by Lauren Elizabeth is a prose memoir of a trip to New York. She goes into a lot of detail about the trip, and I found myself getting a little bored--it was a little like looking at someone else's slides from their trip. But the prologue, about the life and death of her friend and ex Chuck was quite powerful. This is a case where focusing on someone else might have been a better strategy. It would still would have been highly personal. This is the feedback I would have given Elizabeth if I were teaching a writing class. This brings up another problem with zines (and blogs like Pan)--they usually don't have an editor. Readers get the first draft. And while Monster Heaven #4 could have used some editing, it has a lot of strong points.

Unfortunately, Monster Heaven #4 doesn't have any contact info for the author, and Google isn't turning anything up. If you are Lauren Elizabeth or know her, let me know and I'll put ordering information here.

 

Psycho Girlfriend, written by Meredith Nudo and drawn by Jessi Jordan, is a very slick production. The drawing inside is as nice as the cover, but I am reluctant to show any of it because it would spoil the story. I won't say any more than that. It is a good little story about having a degree of skepticism about what your buddies might tell you.

This comic was included as an insert in SPN: The Zine. This zine is a spin-off from a blog called Space City Nerd, which is devoted to mainstream comics and video games. Not totally my cup of tea, but the zine was well-done and Psycho Girlfriend is very accomplished. Given the content of Space City Nerd, you might have expected any comic associated with it to be more like Penny Arcade--aimed at nerd culture and possibly not accessible to those outside of it. But that's not the case at all, interestingly.



There are zines that have no particular focus or purpose. Often they are nothing more than seemingly random collages of modern printed detritus--the zine equivalents of Kurt Schwitters. Cat Juice isn't quite that random, but it has a dada zine feeling. It is the work of seven artists/writers/bricoleurs: Monica Foote, Jonathan Jardin, Paris Jomadiao, Rex Mohammad, Alyssa Stephens, Geoff Smith and Alonso Tapia.




The attitude is snotty, but it is beautifully constructed. I'm not sure how you can get a copy, but perhaps contacting one of the artists will do the trick.



Sarah Welch's Pedestrians is from 2012. It seems to have been published as a sample piece for Vrooooom Press (which now goes by Mystic Multiples). And if this is why this zine got made, it strikes me as an excellent reason--to show off your printing skills! Welch is an illustrator and designer, and assuming the comics in this zine are autobiographical, she has lived in Chicago, Austin and Houston.



This one-pager is typical of the work here. As a story, it is barely there. But like many of Harvey Pekar's shorter comics, this little episode gives you a flavor of urban life. This is one of the best things a comic can do, in my humble opinion. You can buy copies of it here.



My favorite zine of the weekend was Endless Monsoon also by Sarah Welch (published by Mystic Multiples). It's from 2013 and it seems like a big step forward from Pedestrians. It may or may not be autobiographical, but it is realistic. A young woman has just moved into a new apartment (which appears to be a ground floor apartment in a fourplex), and it's not great. It leaks and has bugs, and the rain just won't stop. She thinks she may have made a bad decision. Welch tells part of the story in more-or-less straightforward comics form, but she also adds pages of collage elements, photographs, and patterns (like the pattern of linoleum tile). These elements slow it down and give it a meditative quality that is utterly appropriate to the story. Without being explicit, it uses the mise-en-scène and collage elements to beautifully convey the character's misgivings and regrets. The injunction to "show, don't tell" is overused in comics (and other storytelling genres), but Endless Monsoon is an superb example of the power of showing instead of telling.

Welch's drawing seems stronger here than in Pedestrians. And her use of a second color--green--is quite creative. It sneaks in and out of the images as necessary. You can buy Endless Monsoon here.



So why zines? Why does this subculture still exist in the face of the internet? I think in part it's the pleasure of holding and reading these intimate little objects that motivates many of their creators--as well as the opportunity to congregate at events like Zinefest.


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Tuesday, October 9, 2012

The Nostalgic Sublime: Eric Zimmerman at Art Palace

Robert Boyd

Before blogs there were zines. Before the iPod, there were mix-tapes. It's always struck me as weird that some of the signature aspects of the internet were anticipated in the years before the internet took over. In 1963, Xerox introduced the first desk-top photocopier. The first commercial cassette tape was introduced a year later. These two analog technology breakthroughs enabled new grassroots subcultures to emerge, stealthily, right at the moment when intellectuals were fretting over the loss of regional cultures to the unstoppable bulldozer of capitalist mass culture. Of course, zines predate 1963, and the underground trade in non-mainstream musics has been going on since the introduction of the 78 RPM record. But the cassette and the photocopier made this kind of thing much easier.

This is not only important as a part of our culture, it's personally important to me. I produced my first zines in 1976 (after having read a zine by some older kids at my school), and started making mixtapes almost as soon as I had a stereo to make them on. (I even made 8-track tape mixtapes because my first car had an 8-track player instead of a cassette player.)

My first zine, Superghost #1, predates Eric Zimmerman's birth by three years. By the time he reached adulthood, the great flowering of zines had ended (the golden age of zines could be defined as the period when Factsheet 5 was being published, 1982-1998). The death of the mixtape might be said to coincide with the founding of Napster in 1999. Zimmerman is a product of the internet age.



Eric Zimmerman, Endless (Disharmony), graphite on paper, 26 1/4" x 38 3/4"

So the show, Endless Disharmony & Telltale Ashes at Art Palace is for him an examination of the recent past, a period he partially lived through but probably didn't participate in in any meaningful way because he was too young. Endless (Disharmony) depicts a particular type of cassette tape. Instead of a tape with two distinct ends (which was typical), this one is a tape loop that would only hold a small amount of sound. (This kind of contraption became obsolete with the introduction of auto-reverse tape recorders, which turned all cassettes into endless tapeloops.)

What first intrigued me is that Zimmerman drew this. Aside from exhibiting his bravura drawing skills, what would his reason be for drawing a opened cassette instead of just photographing it? The process of drawing it in such a realistic, detailed way must have been painstaking. It seems tedious. ut perhaps it makes sense to employ such a method when depicting an obsolete object. The time he took creating it honors the cassette tape.


Eric Zimmerman, Endless (Horizon), graphite on paper, 26 1/4" x 39"

Endlessness is a theme running through the work here. How can a horizon be endless? It can't--by definition horizons are where the vidible part of the land ends and turns to sky. No horizon suggest no land--a void. Perhaps a void with the word "endless" superimposed.


Eric Zimmerman, Oblivion, zine, edition of 500, 8 1/2" x 5 1/2"

Zimmerman's zine Oblivion (hilariously described as a limited edition of 500--far higher than the average print run of the average zine) is a zine in the classic format--photocopied on 8 1/2 x 11 inch pages, folded, and saddle-stitched. The seeming randomness of the contents reflects a lot of zines. It has a highly idiosyncratic glossary. It has pages and illustrations that have to do with mountains and mountain-climbing but other photos that seem to have nothing to do with the rest.

The work doesn't easily open itself up to the viewer. My interpretation, that it deals with a kind of nostalgia for pre-digital era, is inherently flawed. I'm seeing the work through a personal lens. In the other zine in the show, Telltales Ashes, Zimmerman writes a rambling, disconnected essay. One sentence stands out for me: "Here we are looking for the modern sublime--nostalgia for something lost or not yet obtained--wandering through territory along a trajectory in a transitory state."

The sublime is a key. But I disagree that it is modern. The modern sublime would leave the word "ENDLESS" out of the picture. It would be just be the pitch black drawing. The void.  Adding a word--especially one so redundant and yet contradictory--makes this a postmodern exploration of the sublime. Zimmerman's use of such postmodern media as the zine and the mixtape (which he simulates with an iPod in the piece Grid - Old Coyote Calls - Void) place his search for the sublime purely in the realm of nostalgia and history. This work doesn't pretend to achieve some kind of ultimate state. Instead, it looks backwards and forwards at the same time.

Zimmerman's nostalgic quest for the sublime is visually best expressed in a series of collages called Fields. The images are formed from cut up photos from nature magazines. Zimmerman uses these fragments to create images of forest deeps, caves, chaotic vortices, etc.


Eric Zimmerman, Field No. 13, 2012, collage on paper, 8" x 7 1/2"


Eric Zimmerman, Field No. 1, 2012, collage on paper, 8" x 7 1/2"

And looking at these, one can't help but think of Casper David Freidrich, an early artistic seeker after the sublime in the Kantian sense. But unlike such contemporary seekers as, say, James Turrell or Olafur Eliasson, Zimmerman's quest for the sublime is without hope. He is too arch and ironic. He can't permit himself to be a "pure" seeker of the absolute. He knows how the magic is done. The work is a quest for the sublime and is about a quest for the sublime. This latter part undermines the former. But the work is more intelligent for containing this contradiction.



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Saturday, February 25, 2012

A Note on Open Space at the Joanna

by Robert Boyd

Feeble Protest Sign
Brendan Sullivan, Feeble Protest Sign, wood, paint, nail, 2009

The artist-run space Open Space from Baltimore had a one-night-only show at the Joanna, preceded the night before by a panel discussion at Rice. The exhibit wasn't particularly memorable--I thought the art reflected a callow approach. And that is to be expected--these artists were all very recent graduates from art school. But it was interesting to hear how they put their space together versus the usual Houston story. For one thing, their space seems enormous--a large live-work space. It is a little like Fort Thunder, but based on the photos, a lot less grungy. The artists live upstairs, and the gallery space and library is downstairs. The gallery itself looks quite professional. Even though it's an industrial space they rent (they share the building with an auto-body shop), it doesn't look raw or messy. (Of course, I'm basing this on the photos they showed. The reality might be different.) And it's not a place to show their own work--their rule is that exhibits have to be by other people.

My Cousin
Margo Benson Malter, My Cousin, wood, digital print on lycra, hardware, 2011

But one thing they do that I don't see any Houston artists' spaces doing was that they have a library. I'm not sure how the library works (can you actually check out books?), but in the mini-library they set up in the Joanna, they also were selling zines and music. So it was in effect a bookstore. Some of you may remember that Diverseworks used to have a bookstore. I've heard it was a money-loser which is why after a long time trying to make it work, they finally shut it down. I miss it. Not just for the publications I could buy (and did buy, when I had the dough), but also because it showed me what people were thinking around the country. I guess that function has been replaced by the internet.

the library
Open Space library at The Joanna

Another thing that Open Space did for this show is to produce a zine which they sold at the show. It was a transcribed conversation about how they would survive collectively in the event of some apocalyptic episode, where perhaps one third of the population of the earth just died.

Seduce & Stab

The title of the zine, Seduce & Stab, comes from the suggestion by the designer, who suggests using seduction (followed by stabbing) against perceived human threats. This conversation was pretty silly, and I get the feeling that these guys wouldn't last too long. (For example, no one suggested that following the collapse of civilization, step one would be securing water, then food.)

But what impressed me was the quality of the zine--nicely designed, well-printed (with silk-screened covers)--and while the subject matter was goofy, it was something that they had thought a lot about. Eric Bos wrote a pretty well-researched essay about a case of starvation-induced cannibalism in an arctic expedition, asking whether in similarly straitened conditions, would he and his friends do the same?

I don't know if Seduce & Stab was a one-off thing, or if the space regularly publishes pamphlets/zines. It's something I never see in Houston, and wish I did. Aside from catalogs, the Houston art scene is not about publications and not about writing. (I'm sure there are some exceptions--please educate me about them in the comments!) But the thing about pamphlets, chapbooks, and zines is that they are permanent. Buying a piece of original art might be out of the question for most people. But a $3 zine like Seduce & Stab is within most people's means. When you go to an artists' space, it's nice to be able to take something home.


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