Posted by Marla on September 19, 2016
By Joan Gilbert Martin, History Journal 8 Editor
On September 2, 2016, a large First Friday crowd gathered in the MAH auditorium to hear short talks by three local historians who contributed to the latest MAH History Journal, Do You Know My Name?Martin Rizzo asked do you know the names of the Native Americans who assassinated Padre Quintana at the Santa Cruz Mission? Lisa Robinson asked do you know the names of some early eccentrics who enlivened the history of the San Lorenzo Valley? Conor O’Brien asked do we know the names of a Santa Cruz family who entertained themselves with games and visits and movies in the early days of the twentieth century.
These are just a few of the questions answered in this lively journal that tells the stories of men and women who were not in the mainstream of Santa Cruz County history, who were unknown, overlooked, or discriminated against.
Other stories answered other questions: Who were the group of squatters evicted from Rancho Bolsa del Pájaro (site of the city of Watsonville) following a quarrel between two brothers? Why did an early Hispanic settler in the Villa de Branciforte lose his standing in the community following statehood? Why did so many of the children buried at Evergreen cemetery die of so-called “natural deaths?” What were the names of the men who played on an all-black baseball team here in Santa Cruz? Who were the men and women who established the first black church in Santa Cruz? And, who were some other folk who once lived in our community, but whose stories have never been told?
The plan for this unorthodox history journal began over two years ago when Lisa Robinson, chair of the MAH Publications Committee, attended a memorial for the late historian Phil Reader. Phil was a local boy who spent his life researching and writing about people marginalized in their lifetime and often neglected or misrepresented by later historians. If Phil thought someone had been victimized, even if it was a hundred years ago, he set out to research their life and bring them retroactive justice. Hearing about Phil’s people, Lisa said, “Here are the subjects of our next journal.”
At the launch ceremony, authors were on hand to sign journals for the audience. Joan Gilbert Martin, editor of this eighth journal, presented Phil’s widow, Lorraine Reader, with the gift of a hardbound edition of the journal. Joan is a longtime member of the Publications Committee, a contributor to many of MAH’s preceding seven journals, and also was editor of History Journal 6, Pathways to the Past.
We are thrilled that so many attended in appreciation of this important addition to the unknown history of Santa Cruz County.
Posted by Elise Granata on September 14, 2016
This Friday, come get trashy with Ventana Surfboards at an evening of Lightning Talks at the MAH.
The theme of the night is ‘Made in Santa Cruz,’ so you’ll get to hear me and 7 other speakers give fast-paced, visual talks about local innovations. See the full list of speakers here.
In my lightning talk about Ventana Surfboards, I’ll showcase amazing local craftspeople and companies, and how we’ve turned their trash into wooden surfboards and more.
Surfers love to think of themselves as protectors of the sea, but surfboards, wetsuits and even the t-shirts surfers wear are terrible for the environment. At Ventana, we set out to create a better example for the industry.
I think of myself as the trashiest surfboard builder in the world. What started as a way to save money on materials has evolved into a passion to discover the most beautiful, exotic and historic reclaimed woods around in order to build surfable works of art.
Martijn Stiphout is the co-founder, master craftsman and board design visionary of Ventana Surfboards & Supplies. He was born in South Africa, moved to Germany when he was still small, then on to the Netherlands a few years later. He finally came to settle in California in 1993. See more of his bio here.
Posted by nick on August 24, 2016
Temporarily relocating from Los Angeles to Santa Cruz for this residency was by no means easy, for a number of reasons. When I first arrived, I lacked the words to fully describe my experience in this city. Having moved from Singapore to Minnesota for 4 years to attend college, I could only describe Santa Cruz as reminiscent of Minnesota by the sea. I noticed quickly, that the presence of Asians in this quaint city was far and few between. The lack of racial diversity became obvious for me because I am used to the diversity in Los Angeles where I am currently based. However, the lack of racial diversity does not necessarily mean ignorance as I quickly found out through conversations with visitors to the museum that there are many who know about the presence of the Japanese Internment camps and the Ohlones people, helping me greatly in my research of recipes relating to these two groups.
While reading up on the history of Santa Cruz, the most interesting historical fact I found was the existence of a fairly sizeable Chinese community that used to inhabit this area. Curious about the presence of the Chinese that seemed less visible in contemporary Santa Cruz, I asked some visitors who are long time residents of the area why there seems to be lesser Chinese present today. Many of them talked about the pervasive racism that plagued Santa Cruz in the past that resulted in the demise of the four Chinatowns that used to be a refuge for the Chinese in Santa Cruz, who worked mostly as domestic workers. In 1880, when the population of Chinese immigrants was on an incline, the Santa Cruz City Charter instituted the following ordinance: “No person upon any sidewalk shall carry a basket or baskets, bag or bags, suspended from or attached to poles across or upon the shoulders.” A visitor with whom I was chatting with commented on this ordinance: “They practically banned individuals from being Chinese.”
The oppressed Chinese community of historical Santa Cruz inspired me because my forefathers were also Chinese immigrants to Singapore (where I was born and raised). A difference in the choice of location for migration simply meant that in Chinese-dominant Singapore, my ancestors were treated with respect and honor affording me the racial privilege that I have now, one that can be compared similarly to the white privilege that white individuals enjoy in contemporary America.
I was particularly interested in what the Chinese ate during the time they were present in Santa Cruz. Reading about this history helped me realize that the Chinese were close to the Italian community of fishermen who went out to sea frequently. They bought fish and other types of seafood from these fishermen to include in their diet. One of the things they would purchase from them would be octopus. Having never cooked octopus myself, I decided to try my hand with this ingredient, an ingredient that would be considered a delicious delicacy for the Chinese during that time. I approached this dish using the Italian technique to soften the tough octopus (a tip of the hat to the Italians in the past who caught octopus to sell to the Chinese), cooked it in lard (a Chinese favorite!), and used local contemporary ingredients to tie in contemporary Santa Cruz.
An Ode to Those Who Carried Baskets On Poles
Serves 2 people
2 small to medium size octopus (can be purchased at local Asian markets)
2 tomatoes (from the farmer’s market!)
2 capsicums (1 green and 1 red, from the farmer’s market!)
2 tablespoons of lard (from a happy pig!)
2 bay leaves
1 lemon cut in half
3 cloves of garlic
1 good bottle of dry white wine
White rice to serve
Sriracha for a little kick of spiciness
Italian parsley to garnish
- In a large pot, bring the octopus, dry white wine, lemon, cork, garlic, bay leaves to a boil. Reduce heat to a simmer and cook the octopus until it is tender, anywhere from 60 – 90 minutes. Remove octopus and allow it to come to room temperature.
- Cut the tomatoes into two. Cut capsicums shallots into thin strips.
- Heat a stovetop grill and add 2 tablespoons of lard to the grill. Toss tomatoes, capsicums, shallots and octopus on to the grill, cook till they brown on both sides and grill marks appear.
- Serve on a bed of steaming white rice with sriracha to taste (if you like it spicy!). Garnish with italian parsley.
Abigail was in the gallery from July 12th – August 22nd, 2016
Taste the recipes of historical and contemporary Santa Cruz in our gallery kitchen. Abigail Han is a practicing artist originating from Singapore and currently living and working in Los Angeles. She makes experimental films and uses performance, video, installation, and drawing in her work and is interested in exploring concepts of collective memory, fragmentation of identity and language. Her work has been exhibited in Singapore, Los Angeles, Minnesota, Hong Kong, Paris, and the Czech Republic. She recently graduated with an MFA from the California Institute of the Arts.
Abigail bridges the private space of the kitchen with the public space of the museum. Exploring Santa Cruz’s place on the coast as a hub for trade routes, the gallery kitchen will feature how historical recipes are an amalgamation of cultural roots. How does culture shape the food we eat? How does the food we eat shape culture? Given Abigail’s Singaporean roots, food has always been an interest to her. But the food’s place of preparation has remained a mystery, an offstage space. A void of historical and cultural knowledge. During her residency, Abigail charters the kitchen to the surface where she will explore historic and contemporary recipes with the public.
Posted by nick on August 10, 2016
Sasha Petrenko is a San Francisco-based interdisciplinary artist, and one of 11 Art Works residents in the MAH’s Solari Gallery during Summer 2016. Sasha’s Art Works residency came to an end August 8. Follow her continued work through her website.
About half way through my Art Works residency at the Santa Cruz Museum of Art and History I was asked to write a blog post about my experiences there. Of course I said “of course!” and now it’s the night before I move out of the MAH and I’m yet to blog a post. It’s time.
For a few years now I’ve been playing with the idea of building a human size nest and now I had the space, time and facilities to do it. But it’s always hard to start. Sometimes you just have to start moving through the motions. Performing the process until your gestures feel form. I had donated some of my own clothes to the project to get things going ahead of time, old shirts, a scarf, some skirts to fabricate the ribs (warp) of the nest basket. The weavers (weft) would be supplied by the generous citizen of Santa Cruz. Little did I know that my plan to make the nest functional was problematic from the start. The pieces I’d sewn back home were too thin and the material too stretchy. But I didn’t know this. I didn’t know a lot! That’s what residencies are for, time to explore and exchange ideas. It was all part of the plan… right!
During my residency I was also scheduled to perform with my collective The New Urban Naturalists at the Montalvo Art Center. This entailed my producing 6 cardboard animal heads for my collaborators to wear during a 4 hour dance performance about diversity. I felt a little overwhelmed. I’d managed to put myself into a fairly stressful state. In the month of July I moved, I gave notice at a job I’d held for the last six years, bought a new car, sold my old car and moved to Corralitos. Did I mention I had a birthday too, yeah. Not getting any younger either.
We did it! The Montalvo performance was a great success. Fun was had by all. Time to head back to Santa Cruz and get back into my test-nest! But I was beat. After a series of semi-all-nighters my energy was fading. How would I get enough fabric to make a human size nest
When I returned from Saratoga I discovered that the MAH staff had added to my gradually growing pile of soft goods and made a social media shout out for more. I got bags and boxes of donations of fabric! No time to waste, I began working with new found energy. Yes thank you Santa Cruz! And I led a drop in workshop covering coiling and twining that was well attended. What talented students!
The next day I began to realize my time was growing short and my nest was not right. It needed to be much bigger. Earlier in the week my sewing machine decided to call it quits. But I devised a simpler more efficient means for processing the fabric thanks to some insight from my workshop students. The nest began to grow. Things were starting to happen… until I caught the dreaded summer cold! You too? Can’t stop now. Hopped up on ibuprofen, pseudoephedrine (the kind you need to show your ID for) and mega doses of C and Zinc I pressed on…
As I was working one day, wiping at my running nose, bemoaning my sudden sickness, a young woman came again to the gallery. I’d seen her here before. I greeted her with a sincere smile, though I was feeling pretty low energy due to the allergy medication. She smiled and said nothing. She spent a good part of an hour in the room where I toiled, feeling increasingly achey, and stiff as I worked to suspend my nest, then released it from the rafters to let it rest over night. At one point I noticed she was standing close by then she walked out. Feeling druggy and introspective from the allergy meds, I continued to work.
It wasn’t until later that I found the note, a poem on a post it. It really hits me as I read it again. Did she write it? I don’t know. It’s pretty fine if you ask me. And it encapsulates so much about how I was feeling. I didn’t share any words with her but this… if my work and process has anything to do with this kind of contemplation, I guess the day was well spent despite all the snot, nasal spray and nose blowing. It was a good day.
My cold turned out to be pretty stubborn, it’s with me still, but thanks to this wonderful poem, and my chemical friends I set my sights on completing my nest for the First Friday / Screaming Hand festivities scheduled for Friday August 5th. I had honed my technique and began building the nest up as well as raising it higher into the “roof” of my studio. It was Friday and it was almost finished.
All day long people streamed in and looked, asked questions, shared stories. I had a number of my workshop attendees return to behold the completed nest. One of my youngest student weavers and her mother proudly showed me their most recent creation thanks to or despite my ad hoc instruction. It’s like we all have it in us, this weaving streak. Just a little nudge and it comes out.
The night brought a mass of people, especially to see the Screaming Hand exhibit, but our galleries and studios were packed as well. Some friends arrived and with my new found confidence I invited the smallest of the crew, couldn’t have been more than 50 pounds ( 7 years of age), to climb into the nest. Oh my, it instantly sank about 6″ and I could hear threads popping and fabric straining. I smiled for some photos and tried to play it off as best I could. So relieved when Z climbed out and the whole thing didn’t completely collapse.
I was sad suddenly. My mission had been to build a human nest. Hmmm. But maybe there’s a reason we humans don’t build nests. They are awfully awkward to climb into. So much easier if we could fly! And bowl shaped nests typically rest on a branch or some other support. Ha! Well I guess I have some more chin rubbing and brow knitting to do to get this one figured out but for now, I’m satisfied. Test-Nest #1 introduced me to so many new people, ideas and none of it could have happened without the generosity of essentially strangers, willing to share a little, let go of things, dream about what it might be like if humans made nests, if we foraged for our building materials, and could rely on our community for resources to help us find shelter when we are new in town or just passing through. And that’s what happened. It’s still happening. Right here.
That’s really what the project is about. It’s an opportunity to discover other options, make new connections. A manifestation of a community working together. The nest, whether it worked or not was/is a by-product. The process of the work, more specifically the social aspect of it is really interesting to me and what I’m interested in retesting again and again. I’d like to expand on that aspect as much as engineer the nest so it could hold more than a 3 year old. Though that’s far less important to me personally than building something beautiful. If it doesn’t bring people together but can house a human, I wouldn’t say it worked at all.
There it is! My blog post done. Don’t miss me too much Santa Cruz. I’ll be back. Check my website for upcoming Basketry Workshops in Watsonville this Fall. XOX! Sasha
Visit Sasha in the gallery from July 12th- August 8th, 2016
Sasha is a San Francisco based interdisciplinary artist, educator and Artistic Director of The New Urban Naturalists. Her work utilizes sculpture, performance, prose and visual media to draw parallels between earth science and human relationships. Petrenko’s projects have been featured widely at national and international venues including the Headlands Center for the Arts, Southern Exposure, the Lab, Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, the de Young Museum of San Francisco, the University of California, Berkeley, the Los Angeles County Arboretum*, Robert Wilson’s Watermill Center for Performance in New York, Oberpflalzer-Kunstlerhaus in Schwandorf, Germany and at Kulturfolger in Zurich* Switzerland.
Posted by nick on July 29, 2016
This summer, eleven artists are transforming the MAH’s Solari Gallery into a series of open, functioning artist’s studios as part of the Art Works Exhibition. This week, the MAH welcomed poet Kevin Devaney, who can be visited in the gallery until August 22. Find out more about Art Works and follow the artists’ weekly schedules.
Hi Kevin, first off—welcome to the MAH! What can MAH visitors expect to create when they drop by your studio?
I think the most appealing thing I’m bringing here is that people can come and play with a typewriter. I have five working typewriters that people can come and put their hands on — you don’t have to be an artist, you don’t have to care about poetry at all, you can just come write your name. They’re beautiful machines and really tactically pleasing to get your hands on.
For the folks who are a little bit more interested in poetry as an art form but maybe haven’t really tried it out, we’re going to have a lot of interactive writing prompts based on other exhibits within the museum. You can take your experience here and translate that through text in a guided way.
For folks who are a little bit deeper into poetry, I have every single piece of paper I’ve been given throughout my entire poetic education from middle school to grad school. I’m also going to have bookshelves lined with every book that I found helpful in the teaching of poetry that they can flip through at their leisure. If there’s a particular topic or a particular literary device they’d like to talk about—line break, repetition, stanza—I’ll sit down and give everything in my brain happily.
Also, if anyone wants to come in and put down a packet of work to send out for publication, let’s do that together. Let’s look at different literary magazines. Let’s talk about how to format a cover letter. Let’s look at what order you want to put these poems in. If you have ten poems and only want to send in five of them, let’s sit down and I’ll give you my opinion on which five to send in. I hope people take me up on this, because there are some really awesome poets in this community and we are underrepresented in publications.
You have extensive experience sharing your love of poetry with your work on Pacific Avenue. Can you share what you do and how that experience relates to being an Art Works artist?
I sit on Pacific Avenue behind a 1938 Royal Typewriter and I write people poems on the spot by request–any poem they ask me for–and I ask people to pay whatever they think the poem is worth after they’ve read it. Now, that’s a fun way to write poems and play capitalism. I’m not going to be playing capitalism here; I’m hoping to have all the conversations I can’t have out there because I’m “working” my “job”–heavy air-quotes on both of those. So this isn’t going to be something where someone comes in and says “Hey, write me a poem about popsicle sticks.”
What I really want to do here is make a place for the creation of poetry and, in a larger sense, the written word. If you’ve got a novel and want to come in and work on your novel–please. Even just using one of these machines changes the way you write.
You’ll be hosting a marathon reading of Walt Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” on Aug. 5 What is this reading all about—and why Whitman?
I was assigned in a poetry class to read all of “Leaves of Grass.” [The understanding was] you can’t study poetry if you haven’t done this. So me and bunch of friends decided to have a potluck, open a few bottles of wine, and have a good time and read it all the way through. We thought it would take a couple of hours, but it’s four hours of poetry all the way through. To do it in a way that you’re using one text by one author, and hearing it, and getting all of the sonic textures of the word, I found I was able to connect with it in entirely a different way. So we decided, hey, let’s do this again next year. And we did. And the year after that.
It’s always been a really great experience, and you end up finding things in the text every time. The reason I was assigned “Leaves of Grass” is because it has been cited as the first distinctly American work of poetry, branching off from the British tradition. And there is something fun and distinctly American about Whitman’s work, so I’m really excited to hop into that. One of the other things I find most fascinating about doing this type of reading is finding out who the heck else in this world thinks that’s a perfectly legitimate way to spend their free time. It always introduces me to interesting people.
You’re also hosting the Chapbook Completion Group on August 19th. Who is this event for, and what can people expect?
The idea is that if somebody has come in a couple times, maybe even sent in some stuff to a number of publications and has a body of work they feel they want to get out, to find a group of people that are ready to put the finishing polish on a book and get it out into the world. They come with a draft that’s as close to finished as they can get it, and work with a community of writers to take it to the next level.
It’s really a gift to the community as much as it is an empowerment to the poet. It can be a force for financial empowerment if you’re able to sell it, or it can also just be a business card as a poet to be able to give somebody a book that you’ve made. It can be as little as four poems–or one really long one–or as many as a hundred if you’ve got the prolific nature to do that.
When you’re time with Art Works comes to an end on August 22, what do you hope to have accomplished?
I would like to know that more members of this community are empowered to empower others with poetic knowledge. Whether that’s a new book binding technique, a new poetic device, or just a self-knowledge of how to jumpstart themselves into the creative process. That’s goal number one.
Beyond that, I’m hoping to spend some of my time here during off hours to plan my next steps as a poet. My next successes that I’m seeking as an individual poet are to book live shows throughout the fall and winter and to broaden my publication base. Those two things are what I’m looking for.