Beyond Perfect

And So It Begins © Catherine RutgersPhoto shoot, two sessions, May 27, 2012 – Word on the street is “I don’t remember the garden looking so jungley.” Indeed, it’s overflowing with vitality. Remember that super-intense composting project? See The Art of Compost for documentation. See below for results!

My brother and I have an ongoing routine when I’m working on the garden. He: “Is it perfect yet?” She: “Whatever, whatever, mumble, mumble, something.” He once mentioned that I couldn’t proceed on the premise of having a relationship with every single leaf and rock. But I do. Anyway, most recently, my answer was quick and clear: “It’s beyond perfect.”

Down on my belly to take these pics, I realize there’s an entire little ecosystem happening here, including the slugs and snails. The former can be cringe-inducing, the latter are cute, they both rend holes in the fabric and sometimes eat entire plants. But we’ve established détente, and I will do nothing to eliminate them.

The image titles tell a story, too. Backstory to the story, aka, history … Years ago there were two large mulberry trees in this area and my friend Mona began adding shade-loving plants: violas, Solomon’s seal, ajuga. Then the trees were cut down and we got more extravagant with lilies, hostas, peppermint. It was looking really good.

Next up, sidewalk reconstruction. I met with the project manager and asked how far the work would extend, then carefully cleared the areas and set the flora aside for replanting. BUT. I came home one day and found the entire garden covered with cast-off cement and other construction rubble, inches deep. Oh.

Smooshed up against one of the brick walls, I glimpsed a bit of green. Poked about and discovered it was the peppermint, still fully alive. After asking the landlord if it was OK to rebuild, I proceeded to dig out the entire plot with a spoon and hauled the debris away, rescuing what could be rescued and slowly evolving the mix to its current unbelievable lushness. June 2, 2012 – Life is amazing in all its permutations. Rock on.

Beyond Numbers © Catherine RutgersBeyond Logic © Catherine RutgersThey Have Such Personality © Catherine RutgersSuch Grace © Catherine RutgersSuch Will to Survive © Catherine RutgersIt Is Beyond © Catherine RutgersMy Wildest Dream © Catherine RutgersThat I Could Be © Catherine RutgersSo Impossibly Beyond © Catherine RutgersSo Lucky As to Be © Catherine RutgersBuilding This © Catherine RutgersFrom the Rubble © Catherine Rutgers

Photographs  by Catherine Rutgers © 2012
This post is dedicated to Susan Scutti, who always inspires me to keep working.

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Radiant Twigs

Slip Sliding Projection © Catherine RutgersAnd other ephemera range through my life, you far-reaching creatures, you ravishing individuals, and all-ways shifting beauties. Snagged on the crag, when least expected.

“Hosting with a full toolbox … the one who has the most tools wins.” Textures, shapes, and strokes that bounce, shower across the surface, nestle in reflection.

When you look into my eyes, I want to have all of the lights on and everybody will be home. Teetering toward the pinpointedly disastrous. But rescued by the juicily preposterous. Rock my world, little twigs, rock my world.

In Transit © Catherine RutgersLady Willpower © Catherine RutgersChow Bella Cropped © Catherine RutgersDrawn Down 180 © Catherine RutgersIntense © Catherine RutgersRooftop Emerald © Catherine RutgersReplay © Catherine RutgersTwigs Blue © Catherine Rutgers

Artwork and text by Catherine Rutgers © 2012

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Dear Dada: A Review of Maintenant 6

Source for Now © Catherine RutgersDear Dada,

I’m so ambivalent about our relationship. There is laundry that I didn’t do. Tax papers not yet filed. And, heaven help me, work that I should have finished already.

Then I start thinking about you, and all I want to do is read poetry, look at art, even make some myself. This is our dilemma! Will you rescue me from the mundane? Or tumble me into utterly paralyzed blankness?

It all depends. You’re moody. And don’t try to deny it.

Don’t think that I’ve forgotten how you made me struggle to figure out what makes you different from the surrealists. Or my painful confusion over how you could have come before them, when I think you should have been the clean sweep that came after their authoritarian and frequently baroque immoderation. But it’s only fair to acknowledge that I, too, can be harsh, have sometimes been certain that you and your heroes have nothing to offer but a cynical art-star glamour.

So, you might ask, why am I writing? Well, fact is, you still inspire me. And I’m not alone. Exhibit A, Maintenant 6, one-hundred-and-twenty artists and writers, gathered in your honor. Page one is an anonymous graffiti found in Corsica: “Tout est Dada” (Dada is everything). Maybe it is. Maybe you are inescapable. And maybe I don’t mind.

Maintenant 6 Front Cover © Three Rooms Press 2012

Cover of Maintenant 6, published by Three Rooms Press; image used with permission. Cover art by Mina Loy, circa 1955-1959

Maintenant – A Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing & Art appears in print only, and only once a year. The quality is excellent. I know you’ll appreciate the size, just big enough to see everything, just small enough to keep it from looking like something you’ve subscribed to that arrives in your mailbox weekly.

Peter Carlaftes and Kat Georges, who also handled design and production, are the editors. I’d describe them as curators, skillfully balancing the images and text to create an exhibition you can hold in your hands. Considering the complexity of language throughout, the twists and turns and unexpected line breaks, the layout is impressively clear. I wish, however, that there were titles in the TOC, so it’s easier to find a piece again if you don’t remember the artist’s/author’s name. Would also like to know what media were used in the artwork.

Speaking of language, it’s not always English. So something like the caption for Irene Caesar’s intriguing photo – “In Principio Erat Verbum” – might require a visit to your preferred search engine to find out that it means “in the beginning was the word.” There’s also plenty of English at play: nonsense words, rhyming words, letters and symbols in juxtaposition. Sometimes with a message: “Declare art on war / the spray can is mightier than the sword / defend yourself with words / and declare art on war.” (Mandy Maxwell, Declare!) Sometimes not words at all. Silly, annoying, beautiful. Don’t ask me why, but I love looking at Remorse Re-Morsed – William Shakespeare’s Sonnet CVIII, in which John J. Trause presents the poetry in Morse code.

Even though the inside is entirely black and white, the images pop with details and shading, and there’s plenty of color in the words. From “On textured deep green, sub blazing yellow, / White fluffy cone lunges / barking its threat” in Lance Nizami’s Just Another Day to Peggy Aylsworth’s Waking the Morning: “Into the layers of an ordinary morning— / A bowl of Krispies stares me down. / Blue bubbles deliver unction to my skin. / Why did I choose an orange blouse?”

By the way, here are some details for finding this book on the World Wide Web –
Maintenant 6: A Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing & Art

Three Rooms Press, First edition © 2012, http://threeroomspress.com/authors/maintenant-dada-journal/

“Maintenant” is French for “now.” Yes, I checked, and am glad I did, because I found out that, as a verb, it means uphold, maintain, sustain, preserve, protect. As we all know, Dada, you’re not always a bowl of cherries. Ditto for the work in Maintenant. But the feeling I’ll remember is having visited with friends, and a daffy sense that something deceptively light, offhand, baffling can really be a life preserver.

Love always,
Cat

Negative Earth © Catherine Rutgers

I Don't Know © Catherine Rutgers

But That Is OK © Catherine Rutgers

Original images by Catherine Rutgers © 2012

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Oh, Those Violets Are Driving Me Crazy

Driving Me Crazy © Catherine Rutgers 2012Oh, those violets are driving me crazy. Oh, those violets are driving me crazy. Just want to see them all day!

Oh, those violets are driving me crazy. Oh, those violets are driving me crazy. I’d like to be them all day!

Oh, those violets are driving me crazy. Oh, those violets are driving me crazy. Just want to show them all ways!

From the semi-green grass of Spring 2012 to the unforeseen dimensions … here we go!

We Only Need a Tiny Space © Catherine Rutgers 2012

Irrepressible © Catherine Rutgers 2012

Live Through This With Me © Catherine Rutgers 2012

Don't Be Jealous © Catherine Rutgers 2012Sea O Violet © Catherine Rutgers 2012

Crazy for You © Catherine Rutgers 2012Phenomenally Liquid Dimensions © Catherine Rutgers 2012 and 202001 Driving Me Crazy, 02 We Only Need a Little Space, 03 Irrepressible,
04 Live Through This with Me, 05 Don’t Be Jealous, 06 Sea O Violet,
07 Crazy for You, 08 Insane Dimensions
Photos, transformations, and text by Catherine Rutgers © 2012

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The Art of Compost: Do you promise to funk?

Funk to Funky Opening © Catherine RutgersIt began late last August: the campaign to make compost. First, there was a neglected pile of garden stuff, left in a heap all summer long. Greenish and soggy and hard to pull apart, but I did. And it was fun in the most satisfying way. As the season got colorful, I walked through the neighborhood and found one lawn covered in yellow, one in red. I took large canvas bags and filled them, carried them home. I picked up seed pods on the avenue, and neighbors brought their kitchen scraps.

Every leaf was chopped into bits, every twig snapped short. I filled dozens of buckets, worked a couple hours each day. Often first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Every single bucket had its own smell. Always sensational, often fragrant: mint, orange peel, fresh coffee grounds. As I chopped and snipped, everything else fell away. There was only me and the thousands of leaves and stems and twigs I had the privilege to handle and dismantle.

The feeling of it! The look of it. At one point I thought, “If you document this, it’s art.” And promptly dismissed the idea. But on November 4, 2011, I started to take photos. This is pretty much the way everything looked while I was working. There’s a color twist above. The eggshells in number two were arranged (before being crushed with scissors). For number seven, I flipped some leaves over to show off that glistening red. The last photo is also the last bucket: December 23, 2011, at 4:35 p.m.

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Photographs and words by Catherine Rutgers © 2012

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