"As I type past each of these images.. it is a reminder of all the possible ways there are for me to help liberate all that is in these boxes and piles and plastic sleeves. So many binders filled with original graphics and what was relevant for me at the time. I have been making books for ever. Homemade books.. binders with plastic sleeves. The entire house is filled with bookcases which essentially provide surfaces for vertical and horizontal stacking." READ MORE HERE
"Park of the Arts? Behind the Arts Council. Women in the Arts Month. Made it to front page of New Haven Register." 12-11-19 Mary Barnett FB post in the ARcHIVE
"1984 began early in New Haven when 700 people waited in the cold two weeks ago to see a multi-media art show based on the themes of Orwell's novel. Sponsored by the Papier Mache Video Institute, the show was held in a large industrial loft off Hamilton Street. By most accounts, it was a smashing success. It certainly wasn't just another white wine and cheese affair..." By Mary Beth Bruno, New Haven Advocate Vol. X No.15 November 23, 1983 (Read Full Article Here)
Dated November 7, 1983 Dearest Beverly- I just had to write to congratulate you and all of PMVI on that spectacular show you put on Saturday Night! What an experience! I've been talking about it to people ever since.There was so much to see and so much to capture your interest and imagination. I loved it and was sorry my daughter chose to go to a prosaic teenage party rather than accompanying me to Hamilton Street.
(Back Side) I think the Fire Marshall was an asset because if all of those hundreds of people had been allowed in we wouldn't have been able to see anything. It was so good ??? people were tempted to stay for a long time. Again mycongratulations to everyone at PMVI - you did a great thing and I hope you'll do more of it.
"1984 began early in New Haven when 700 people waited in the cold two weeks ago to see a multi-media art show based on the themes of Orwell's novel. Sponsored by the Papier Mache Video Institute, the show was held in a large industrial loft off Hamilton Street. By most accounts, it was a smashing success. It certainly wasn't just another white wine and cheese affair..." Mary Beth Bruno, New Haven Advocate Vol. X No.15 November 23, 1983
"PORTAL TO THE FUTURE" 1984
Series of 10 Sculptures
commissioned by Wave Gallery Artist Sculptor; John Landino
Audubon Circle, New Haven, CT USA Front of Creative Arts Workshop No Photo /credit
"We welded and moved your sculpture to shows in at least 3 states? over the years we worked together. And we were the only riggers. 🔥👏🎨🌟" Lisa Spetini "The biggest one with the orange pillars almost fell on us in Stamford! You were the best! love you! John LandinoThe ARCHIVE, 12-9-19
Written by: Bev Richey 12-10-2019
This photo of "Portal to the Future" brings back many memories It was part of so many who worked, played, attended classes and parked their cars in the Audubon Arts District. Probably the last time I saw this sculpture was looking out of Bitsie Clark's corner condo window during a visit in 2010.
All these years I never knew that this sculpture was a part of a series of ten outdoor works or that the works were somehow related to a WAVE GALLERY commission. (The Wave Gallery was a gallery that was very much a part of the active New Haven arts scene during those years. (Hopefully that will get fleshed in as we progress).
Now of course I want to know what the other nine look like and where they are today. It makes me realize that during those creative and dynamic times, we knew each other but in a more youthful way, concentrating on the very moment what was directly in front of us (of course as it needed to be).
Memories of John are evoked when I look at the sculpture. Memories of him coming down into the original Arts Council offices in the Foundry Building with it's entrance on Whitney Ave and then down a few steps, just across from the Foundry Book Store.
The office was a hub. Small and cave like with enough space to get the variety of work going on there, done. John's visits energized the place. His first stop would be Bitsie's office.
Only later did I come to learn more about their relationship. Bitsie was very fond of John. Her love of men was obvious to me as I had a mother who was partial to men. I recognized that in myself as well. It was the out in the world in a focused, business and muted way which she emulated and appreciated.
"one more sculpture, from 10 sculptures around NewHaven 1988" John Landino, ARCHIVE
Year's later John shared with me that Bitsie suggested that certain individual artists she had met with, contact John or he them. She encouraged John to incorporate some of them into his studio as apprentices and assistants. Bitsie was at her core a people connector. She had a strong intuitive sense of who might benefit from meeting someone else.
Bitsie 's small private office was on the entry hallway to the inner sanctum, just next to the original SMALL SPACE Gallery. When meeting with people its glass door wall was closed, but for all to see who Bitsie was meeting with, and meet she did. Through out everyday there were board members, organization members, committee members, artist members and staff members in and out of her office.
It was not necessary to have an appointment. If she was free, Bitsie was always ready to see who ever came in. In the five years that I worked as Communications Director I never remember Bitise ever refusing to take the time to see someone. If she had administrative work to do.. which she did.. She would often stay late or close her glass door with her gaze towards her work, we as staff understood what a closed door meant. Bitsie "got" the welcoming, the engaging and the connecting and all the Arts Community benefited from that.
So what does that have to do with "Portal to the Future"? It really has to do with how John and so many other artists, arts organizations, art businesses, and arts organizations, large and small became interconnected.
John's visits to the AC were generally related to seeing Bitsie. He might stick his head in my office, check in to say hi... but don't remember him being in my office much, for any kind of artist service, (which I did I provide for others}. John probably stopped into the communications department to drop off some information about one or another activity he was involved in that day, week or month.
Everyone loved John. He was himself, bigger than life and full of looseness, love and positive energy. As for John and me, well, we connected after hours in other spaces as photos and tales will continue to reveal.
Recently (as the crow flies) John told me he was driving down to New Haven from his current residence in Turner's Falls, Mass to pick up his sculpture "Portal to the Future" and bring it back to Massachusetts. It was to be placed in an outdoor Sculpture Space John has been involved with. He had his reasons and I respected his decision. Hopefully he will share those with us here. None the less I felt the loss of this iconic sculpture that held so many collected experiences of a time of connection, celebration and hope.
This work is gone now.. out to pasture.. but its true home for me, will always be in the circle on Audubon Street.
The Dinner Party. Copyright Judy Chicago 1979. Photograph: Donald Woodman
When I was a student at the University of California, Los Angeles, I took a class titled European intellectual history, taught by a well-known historian. He promised to talk about women's contributions at the end of the semester. As I was intent on making a mark on art history, I was eager to learn about what women before me had done. Finally, the last class arrived. My professor strode into the room and arrogantly announced: "Women's contributions; they made none." His assessment made me feel a freak; how dare I think that I could go where no woman before me had trod?
But I had such a burning desire to make art that when I got out of graduate school (where I had many skirmishes with my male professors because they hated my biomorphic imagery), I worked 60 hours a week in my studio. The LA art scene was extremely macho in the 60s and few women were taken seriously. For a decade I struggled to make a place for myself, but to accomplish this I had to adopt "male drag" – that is, make work that looked like that of my male peers and echoed their concerns. By the end of that time I was fed up and wanted to be myself as a woman. I decided to look into history to see if there had been any before me who had encountered similar obstacles.
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This was before there were any women's studies classes, so I had to ferret out information entirely on my own. What I discovered changed my life. It also enraged me because my professor was completely wrong. Unfortunately, ignorant convictions like his continue to hold sway, exemplified by Caitlin Moran's recent book, How To Be a Woman. "Even the most ardent feminist historian … can't conceal that women have basically done fuck-all for the last 100,000 years," she writes. The truth is that for centuries women have struggled to be heard, writing books, making art and music and challenging the many restrictions on women's lives. But their achievements have been repeatedly written out of history.
I set out to chronicle this ongoing erasure in my installation The Dinner Party, a monumental, symbolic history of women in western civilisation. It created a major stir when it premiered in 1979. Originally slated to travel to a number of museums, the tour collapsed in the face of vitriolic reviews, sometimes (sadly) written by women. Then an amazing thing happened: people in the US, Canada, the UK, Germany and Australia began to organise, resulting in a worldwide tour that eventually brought The Dinner Party to 16 venues in six countries on three continents, and a viewing audience of more than a million. When I first created The Dinner Party, my goal was for it to be permanently housed as this would be the only way to overcome the repeated erasure of women's history that the work recounted. It took 30 years for my goal to be achieved, thanks to the vision of Dr Elizabeth A. Sackler who acquired, donated and, in 2007, housed The Dinner Party at the Elizabeth A Sackler Centre for Feminist Art at the Brooklyn Museum, where it draws people from all over the world.
Bigamy Hood by Judy Chicago. Photograph: Donald Woodman
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I am often asked if things have changed since I was a young artist. Obviously there are many changes worth celebrating: for example, women and artists of colour are exhibiting widely and are free to be themselves in their work in ways that were completely impossible when I was young. At the same time, many young women artists do not wish to be associated with the feminist art movement of the 1970s that opened the doors of opportunity to them. This situation is the result of women's art, women's history and the feminist art movement still being marginalised in our educational institutions and museums. Most schools continue to run a male-centred curriculum, and a survey showed work by women artists makes up only 3% to 5% of major permanent collections in the US and Europe.
The New York art critic Jerry Saltz created a furore on Facebook when – after counting the work by women in the Museum of Modern Art's painting and sculpture galleries – he accused the museum of practising a "form of gender-based apartheid". When I was at work on The Dinner Party, only one half of one percent of art books dealt with women. More recently, it has risen to 2.7%. Given that it is major exhibitions, museum collections and art publications that will define the historical record, it is clear that at the top level of the art world it is pretty much business as usual when it comes to women.
However, The Dinner Party demonstrated the power of art in that it overcame enormous resistance and is now part of art history, inspiring generations of young people with the stories of 1,038 courageous women. And my David and Goliath story is not the only one; think of Pussy Riot and the havoc wrought by three young women and a feminist song. The moral of this story is that even if there's a long way to go, art can still strike a blow for freedom – for everyone. Click here for source article:Judy Chicago, the Guardian, Tue 9 Oct 201215.15 EDT