Sluggo was always on a dark path. He had no supervision, responsibilities, or goals. His pesky girlfriend Nancy was the jealous type. Sluggo was always scheming, always hustling, looking for the angle . . .then, one Dark Night . . .
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This picture was inspired by the messianic resemblance of my old friend Dan Lindner. The only problem is that Jesus didn’t likely need eyeglasses. Dan is very wise and quotable as he lives almost completely off the grid somewhere in Southern Oregon. His brand of theology pulls no punches, for example, “Without Jesus Christ, we are all fucked.”
The print was recently selected for the 24th Parkside National Small Print Exhibition Apr 9 – Jul 15, 2015
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By Jessica Meuninck-Ganger
During high school in the late 1990’s, Anna Martens worked at her father Greg’s shoe shop, Olde Towne Cobbler, in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin. The shoe repair trade is reliant on machinery and precision, distinguished by process,
technology, invention and craft, mirroring the practices found within a printmaker’s workshop.
Martens’ shop, described by a long-time friend Mark Iwinski, “had the feel of a 19th Century craftsman’s workshop in
Eastern Europe,” equipped with vintage machines, custom tools, and an efficient system of organization. Steeped in this environment of intense and loving attention to detail and process, it was no wonder that, after graduation, Anna
eventually found her place in the printmaking facility of the University of Minnesota’s Art Department. It is also no
wonder that she credits her father with inspiring her to take the path that she eventually chose for herself.
From early on, Gregory Martens has been making comics, assemblages, and drawings. In spite of his obvious
passion for these practices, he dropped out of art school in 1980 and took a job as a salesman to support his young family. Since that time, and over the last thirty-five years, he has been a construction worker, building steward,
graphic designer, furnace repairman, traveling salesman, costermonger, and cobbler. He is also a cancer survivor.
Diagnosed with an aggressive bone marrow cancer in 2005, Martens was given two years to live. Unable to keep up with the medical bills, Martens, his wife Sharon, and their three children lost their business and home. Following a period of extensive treatment and remarkably improved health, Martens returned to UWM in 2006 to complete his formal education in art, earned his BFA degree and then his MFA. Currently, he is a printmaker under the monogram Hip Joint Press, book artist, ceramic sculptor, and lecturer in the Peck School of the Arts’ Department of Art and Design.
Martens is a master craftsman, narrator, and satirist in the tradition of Albrecht Durer, Honore Daumier, Jose Posada, and Robert Crumb. Through unremitting vigor, raucous humor, shameless punning, and accomplished draftmanship, he creates visual narratives that are documentary in tone, subtly weaving together social commentary and historical references. He describes, ‘I am interested in the themes from American Vernacular Art that arose during the Great Depression: suffering and joy, religion and disbelief, poverty and wealth, the burden of labor and the pride of
Viewing the work, one initially discovers an inherent richness and complexity in his images that brings to mind a forgotten past, a period when artists would work at length to create intricate, elaborate, and exquisitely crafted pieces. A vernacular of religious and cultural iconography which includes dead dogs, busses, pants, popular graphics of past decades, and frequent patrons of cafes and ‘Club Despair’ weave their way through Martens’ art.
Although his images are carefully selected and rendered exactly as they appear in his mind, he provides elements with the intention to encourage remixing, inevitably affecting the way we see things or the way we think about them -
allowing us to join him as artist and storyteller.
Integral to his life and artistic practice, Martens requires an atmosphere of serious endeavor, critical inquiry, creative expression, and lively exploration. Whether in a clasroom, his workshop and home, recreational places like the “ditch” (former student smoking lounge outside Muskego High School), a campsite, Burning Man, or public spaces like a plaza in Peru, he fosters environments where entertaining tales are told, where impromptu performances, jam
sessions and story circles emerge. He brings people together, often colorful characters that later appear in
I decided to contact these characters, his closest peers, and offer them a stage to share their stories. During a phone interview, his friend Mark Iwinski recollected, “Greg always told stories about mutual friends. He painted
portraits of them through oral stories, then put them into comics that included twisted tales of life, boyhood,
relationships and religion.” When describing what being his friend can be like, Iwinski warmly adds, “Greg’s stories are at your expense, you are always part of some joke. He called me ‘Old Man’ even though I was in my late teens / early twenties.”
According to The Skrauss, Martens’ close friend and former Olde Towne Cobbler employee and fellow band member,
All his stories begin as true stories, and he either makes them into lies or makes them truer. He is the guy you want on a long road trip, or in your prison cell (for a very short sentence, like 6 months). Martens is more entertaining than a television because he is one of the best story tellers in Milwaukee, maybe even Milwaukee County. On top of that, he speaks so often in smarmy ingratiation that his words move his audience to trust him; they feel special.
People love that. People deserve that. What separates kooks from prophets is not that their ideas are any more coherent or sane. A prophet just knows how to gain trust. Of course, I have no intention of suggesting that Martens is a prophet.
MPS teacher and longtime friend of Martens, Dean Graf shares,
Greg told stories about the people who came into his shop. He told of a day when the wife of a local billionaire came into his shop with his very expensive shoes that needed repair. An hour later a very smelly homeless man came in with boot that had a nail sticking up in it and Greg reached into this old smelly boot to fix a problem for a man who had no money. Rich and poor, the spectrum of life presented itself to Greg and he is a master at turning his life experiences into stories that help us to understand our lives better.
Gregory Martens is a rarity of talent and courage. He is an artist’s artist, dedicated to his craft through life’s felicities and complexities.
Jessica Meuninck-Ganger is Assistant Professor
and Area Head of Print and Narrative Forms
in the Peck School of Arts at UW-Milwaukee.
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The Artist as Curator
In June I was asked to curate the annual UW-Milwaukee Alumni Art Show: Continuum 2014. I was urged specifically to curate my own retrospective and include influential artists in the exhibit. With “can-do” fervor, and the whole summer ahead, I also agreed to design all the publicity, and write and design this exhibition catalog.
Continuum can be defined as “a series of things that exist between two possibilities”. My place in the Continuum of UW-Milwaukee Alumni starts as a student, then grad student, then instructor. I survived attending art school in my late forties by working out narratives between the possibilities of life and death. The title of the exhibit, “No Time Like the Present” comes from lessons learned while dealing with cancer: life is short – death may come prematurely – so what are you waiting for?
When the show opened and I could survey the four packed gallery rooms with nearly 200 pieces of art on display, I felt unusually satisfied. Some of my best work from four decades including prints, sculptures, paintings, artist books, drawings, and sketchbooks, and the work of some of my best friends, mentors, and colleagues were all on exhibition. I experienced a mixture of pride, joy, vulnerability, and terror.
Curating oneself has the inherent problem of maintaining objectivity and restraint. As an artist I want as many pieces of my work on display as possible. As a curator I want to bring context to the viewer and mediate the relationship of artifact and intended experience. The exhibition is organized chronologically as early, mid-career, and new work, as well as an entire room devoted to cancer related art. Also on view are exemplary works of my most significant mentors, colleagues, and influences, with an entire room dedicated to the woodcuts of the late professor Danny Pierce.
The American Baby Boom was already beginning to wane in 1959 when I was born. Before I was eleven years old I had witnessed (through Walter Cronkite and Mad Magazine) four assassinations, the Viet Nam War, Civil Rights protests, the Summer of Love, the Milwaukee race riots, the Moon landing, Woodstock, and the Manson Family murders. With the Watergate scandal and Nixon’s resignation just around the corner, it is no surprise my generation of late-baby-boomers became jaded and cynical. Art was a vehicle for satire and parody, and comics became pre-eminent.
I dropped out of art school in 1980 to raise a family and pursue a career in business. Over the next 25 years Sharon and I raised three children and ended up running a family shoe repair shop. Making art was sporadic and consisted of the occasional gift and making comics and zines, like Pseudo Heroes Comix and Dog Egg Comix. Everything changed in 2005 when I was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma – bone marrow cancer – and could no longer fix shoes. With a prognosis of two or three years, and no other options, I went back to UW-Milwaukee to finish my art degree.
CANCER RELATED WORK
The harder I worked the more I recovered and went into complete remission. I embraced the opportunity to make art day and night. I was inadvertently practicing Trauma Narrative Therapy by expressing the narrative of surviving cancer through various symbols of death and identity loss. This may be best depicted in Lost Future and I Am Cancer. I stayed on for grad school and began researching the Apocalypse and World Religions for the thesis exhibition. I threw everything I had into the work because, after all, there is no time like the present.
Post grad school, my focus became centered on the historical aspects of medicine on the body. From 19th century quack medicine cures and traveling medicine shows, to heroic bleeding, blistering, and administering poison and narcotics, popular medicine has not changed much in the last 150 years. The fancy Victorian typefaces beckoned me to manipulate them without defacing them. I turned to collage which is most evident in Away With Leeching, and Infants Preservative.
My work is narrative because I think in terms of stories. Printmaking offers dozens of techniques to create line, tone, layers, and color; all of which help tell the story. I approach the process like a carpenter approaches building a garage. I start with an idea, make drawings, do research, plan a strategy, buy materials, and execute the project. Things may change along the way, but the process usually serves the finished picture. Inspiration has to come early and sustain me through to completion.
Weakness is never a virtue; it is usually accompanied by shame and carefully kept hidden. In America a weak man is a pariah to the nation, and is expected to step out of the way. The attempt to accept my own physical (and fiscal) weakness has become an underlying theme in my work. The great Christian paradox “strength is made complete in weakness” has an ever-growing fascination for me.
With a few exceptions, the artists I have included in the exhibit are 50-something late Baby Boomers. All have been significantly instrumental in my understanding and appreciation for art-making. Each artist has helped to show me the way, and I am honored to gather their work together and exhibit alongside them.
If you need inspiration to clean your house, simply plan a big party and you will inevitably clean it. If you need inspiration to start a new art work, simply agree to participate in an upcoming show and you will inevitably make it.
And so it was for the image to the left, a hand-colored screen print I made for the “Heroes Surround Us” show at the JM Kohler Art Center called “Norbert Kox: Against the Darkness”. The prospectus for the exhibit requested a 14 x 14″ work of art on paper that honors a Wisconsin hero.
I Chose Norbert Kox because he is a relentless art maker, and devout Christian believer, and he manages to combine the two in a profound and prolific manner. His life and work are well documented, the biography from his website is a good starting point.
Mr. Kox is a university trained artist that is frequently tagged as Visionary, Outsider, and my favorite – Apocalyptic Surrealist. He is my hero because he fearlessly makes art about what really matters to him. Everything is at stake in every painting: the planet, the fate of the human race, every universe, and every dimension of existence.
While researching the Apocalypse for my MFA exhibition, I inadvertently bought the book, “The Colorful Apocalypse” by Greg Bottoms. What I thought was going to be another smug and condescending diatribe making Evangelical Christians out to be mindless robots, turned out to be a very personal look at three Outsider artists, Howard Finster, William Thomas Thompson, and Norbert Kox. Bottoms spent quality time interviewing Kox and meeting his friends, and wrote a compelling memoir.
Norbert Kox has a very strong internet presence, and before long I had read a great deal of his writing and seen most of his paintings and sculptures, albeit at 72 dpi. I hope to see his paintings in person some day. His unwavering commitment to communicating his message through art is very powerful.
I took inspiration for the print from the comic book style tradition of Evangelical Christian tracts, as well as the allegorical fervor of William Blake. I wanted to depict Norbert as a central figure literally fighting his enemies: Fear, Greed, Lies, and False Christs.
The coiling snakes came from a tiny 19th century image of a snake charmer. The flames and smoke of hellfire, as well as the hand written Bible verses come from the didactic tradition of religious art. Norbert stands defiant amid the flames holding the Bible and his paint brushes while he chokes the serpent named “False Christs”.
Even though I have never met Norbert Kox in person (we have been in contact by email) I will always imagine him as a quiet, confident warrior in the service of a King who will ultimately prevail.