Raymond Sohn, Frank Santoro, and Gary Panter discuss fine art vis-a-vis the comics. Bayoneting cannot faze Gary Panter. (Go to the Comics Comics blog for audio of this panel and relevant images.)
David Mazzucchelli signs the new Asterios Polyp.
What a trip. I'm back in L.A. now but still absorbing my NYC-based MoCCA (Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art) Festival experience. Balloonist regulars have probably already dipped into the massive MoCCA debriefing that has been taking place online this past week; there are some wonderful, full reports out there, and batches of photos. I can't add much except from a personal perspective:
This was my first MoCCA and the first small-press comics show I've been to since SPX 2006 (which I was able to attend for only a few hours). In fact this was the first weekend I've spent immersed in alternative and small-press comics in several years, and it felt great. Ironically, I was there to present a chapter from my forthcoming book about Jack Kirby, with a raft of examples drawn from Marvel and DC Comics. But I found an appreciative audience, who gave me thoughtful and very useful feedback that will inform my work as I bring the book's manuscript across the finish line this summer. I want to send out special thanks to my friend Isaac Cates for giving me such a warm introduction, such helpful editorial feedback, and such effective moderating (check out Isaac's post-MoCCA doodle haul):
Isaac Cates and yours truly hold forth about matters Kirby. Isaac too is bayonet-proof.
Ah, nothing like lecturing in that glorious, mural-wrapped bunker of a presentation room...
(The mural dates to 1936: WPA funded, maybe? Wish I'd photographed the muralist's signature.)
Actually, I was having Kirby-centric conversations all weekend, and my talk enabled me to meet not only Rand Hoppe of the Kirby Museum but also several other delightful people. In addition, being at MoCCA allowed me to buy a boatload of odd comics, dip into minicomix and boutique comix publishing in ways I haven't been able to do in a long time, sample cool comics from outside as well as inside the U.S., talk to many artists -- some I was already acquainted with, some not -- and make some new friends. I also got to see, to ogle for a couple of hours, the current MoCCA exhibition of comics work by David (Asterios Polyp) Mazzucchelli, smartly curated by Dan Nadel and a joy to experience. I got to see other people experience it too, and make conversation, in that full-to-bursting gallery space:
The David Mazzucchelli reception at MoCCA, Saturday night, 6 June.
It's a good weekend when you get to converse with people like Stephen Betts, Kevin Cannon, Robyn Chapman, Gina Gagliano, Tom Gauld, Jonathan Gray, Dean Haspiel, Rand Hoppe, Paul Karasik, Ellen Linder, Matt Madden and his students, Adam McGovern, Andrei Molotiu, Jim Ottaviani, Frank Santoro, Paul Socolow, Lauren Weinstein...
Lauren (Goddess of War) Weinstein and yers truly at the Mazz reception (thanks, Gene, for the pic!)
...and others, probably many, that I just cannot remember right now. Wish I'd gotten more time to speak to Jessica Abel, Derik Badman, Tom Devlin, Karen Green, Geoff Grogan, Martha Kuhlman, Calvin Reid... (sigh).
To top it all off, I got to stay with my friends and colleagues Gene Kannenberg and Kent Worcester, which was a delight to me.
Gene K. listens on as the 69th Regiment returns (actually, he's listening to Tom Kaczynski).
Gene and I go back a long way, in fact to grad school and the early mid-90s upsurge in comics studies, but I hadn't spent time with him for so long (though we did meet up, briefly, at CCS last August). Kent and I had met and spoken a couple of times before, I think, and corresponded, and of course I've admired his research and writing for some time, but I had never visited his home turf, so to speak, until now.
Props to Kent:
Kent Worcester (as if you couldn't read what the Award says)
Kent at the Mazz exhibit (another pic by Gene K.)
Besides being the Festival's Panels and Programming Director (and MoCCA's 2009 Volunteer of the Year!), Kent was my host for the weekend, and the one who made my whole trip possible. Kent, from the bottom of my neart and my bookbag, or from the yawning emptiness in my wallet, I thank you. :)
You've probably heard the complaints: yes, it was hot and sweaty at the Festival, to the point of hazard; yes, the Armory is an imposing, impersonal, disconcertingly huge space, with all the pizzazz of an airplane hanger; yes, the Festival appeared to be adjusting to its new setting in a muddled, disorganized, desperately last-minute fashion (my own talk, he said selfishly, was delayed by more than an hour, though I hardly cared once we got going). But, hey, this was my first MoCCA -- I made a lightning pilgrimage, L.A. to NYC, Friday night to early Monday morning, just to get there -- and I had the good fortune not to be left waiting in line outside the Armory. I got the best of it, and, since I had no prior MoCCA experience to compare it to, I thought the best was very, very good indeed.
I'm not qualified to speak to the Festival's logistical troubles. To me it's ironic, sitting here in L.A. reading the various postmortem reports, because I recall vividly how the MoCCA was touted, some years ago, as being a great new show, a gathering of the tribe, the best, etc., having stolen the thunder of SPX as far as East Coast small-press shows were concerned. By the time I get to MoCCA, wouldn't you know it, there are rattlings of discontent and TCAF has become the new show of choice, etc. (I better start saving money for that one). Huh. So, okay, had I been a veteran MoCCA attendee, with not so far to travel and not so much to cram into that weekend and on not such a desperate adrenalin high, I might have walked away with a different, less ecstatic view. But I gotta tell you, to me it was worth flying nearly 3000 miles for. Easily.
Funny, after a MoCCA weekend I'm totally stoked about comics but cannot drum up any enthusiasm for periodical "mainstream" comic books. Truth is, I try to keep a hand in periodical floppies, and there are some I still enjoy, but the effect of a show like MoCCA or SPX is to cause my pendulum to swing way out in the "other" direction. Right now, outside of Kirby and other academic work, I'm reading Guibert, Lefèvre, and Lemercier's The Photographer, writing my review of Asterios Polyp, and waiting for a box of goodies to come from Kent. :)
I had hoped to keep a more extensive MoCCA diary, but, nah, I was too busy experiencing the show (and then teaching immediately upon my return to L.A.) to document it thoroughly. Check out my Flickr photo-set if you're interested. It's a subset of the pix I took over the weekend.
(Apologies in advance for the red-eye. Clearly I haven't learned how to use our camera yet.)
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