Showing posts with label Ben Trumbo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ben Trumbo. Show all posts

Monday, July 29, 2013

The Summer Workshop Series, or, Summer Camp for Adults

After keeping this blog for the past two years, I still have not arrived at the meaning of The Weird. (Which is fine with me; The Weird is naturally inscrutable to some extent.) But even worse, I have not yet even attempted to parse the meaning of making which is The Weird's sister concept here.

The Oxford English Dictionary tells me that "to make" is a transitive verb with Germanic roots:


The word is associated with creation and the outcome of creative labor, especially labor done with the hands. Other definitions include artistic representation and composition, raising a crop to maturity, and mating.

In order to think about making, I have organized a series of workshops that explore a variety of creative endeavors and handmade crafts. I began by teaching a workshop on container gardening in which we got our hands deep into the dirt of making as a life-creating, life-sustaining activity. Like summer camp for adults, these workshops are fun social events, and force us out of our daily habits. I have loved being in the presence of open minds as a group of participants stumble their way through a new skill. Having to adopt the beginner's mind has been humbling for me, but also thrilling as I have been able to observe and participate in the making process. And like Ringo Starr, I get by with a little help from my friends who have taught workshops on bookbinding, home brewing, and crochet:


Journals made in Ashley Maher's coptic stitch bookbinding workshop


Ben Trumbo adds malt extract to the home brew; Dennis Hoppe pours the wort into 
a glass carboy for fermentation; labels for the Make It Weird workshop beer designed by Ben.


Happy people, about to learn how to crochet at Cate Williamson's workshop.

Bookbinding and crochet required particularly intense levels of concentration, while container gardening and home brewing were more lighthearted, conversational affairs. (The crochet workshop has made a crochet addict of me, but more on that in a future post.) If you would like to explore making during the summer that remains, please join us for workshops on poker, beading, and electronic music. Sorry, workshops are not currently open to the public, but if you are a friend of mine (or a friend of a friend), check out the remaining workshops here.

Monday, January 2, 2012

The New Weird is Dead, Long Live the New Weird!

An Open Letter to 2011:

What happens to a year on December 31? On January 1? Does anything ever really begin and end there?

So dear 2011, you, who I have affectionately christened "The New Weird," come to an end. My Big Lebowski calendar has been replaced by one called Magnificent Specimens, which features photographs of eccentric men's facial hair to last for the next twelve months. But what sort of ending is this anyway? While the calendar marks a certain transition, others might be harder to detect. In my mind, New Weird, you are not so much a period of time, but a state of being. You are an embracing of art, a willingness to ask the unasked questions, and a glancing sideways at the world around you. So on this new year, I wish The New Weird a happy birthday, and look forward to your second chapter. Hopefully one of many to come.

My friend Ben Trumbo has already given your second phase some marching orders. New Weird, now you have an official slogan: "2012: Freaky Awesome!" And also a motto: "Suck it up and party." Interpret these however you will. But whatever your interpretation, Happy New Year, Happy New Weird, and may we all revel in your freaky awesome weirdness!

Photo courtesy of Ben Trumbo (2011).
Click here to check out some more of his freaky awesome work.