North Oakland Temporary Museum Annex

2010-05-28T18:05:00.000-07:00

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PAST ANNEX EXHIBITS 2006-2007

2009-10-01T02:02:00.000-07:00

Scott MacLeod Drawings 1960-1962:
Part 7: Airplanes & Helicopters

Scott MacLeod Drawings 1960-1962:
Part 6: Jesus & The Kitchen Sink

Ralph David Eaton Drawings
1970-75 Part Two

Scott MacLeod Drawings 1960-1962:
Part 5: Adventure & Exploration

Scott MacLeod Drawings 1960-1962:
Part 4: Sports

The Transportation, Retrofit & Installation of the Dobern Pedestrian Bridge as Performed by the Miserable Proletariat of Lower Silver Creek Watershed Under the Direction of Scott MacLeod

2007-09-01T09:03:00.000-07:00

Scott MacLeod Drawings 1960-1962:
Part 7: Airplanes & Helicopters

Funny Little Airplane 1960

Funny Long Airplane 1960

Grounded Prop Airliner 1960

2007-09-01T08:08:00.000-07:00

Maybe Crashed Airplane 1960

Three Floatplanes 1960

2007-09-01T07:12:00.000-07:00

Helicopter Idling 1960

Helicopter Landing 1960

Helicopter Landing On Ship 1960

2007-09-01T06:14:00.000-07:00

Planes With Beach BBQ 1960

Diving Planes & Diggers 1962

Running Boy With Planes 1962

2007-08-01T23:25:00.000-07:00

Scott MacLeod Drawings 1960-1962:
Part 6: Jesus & The Kitchen Sink

2007-08-01T18:01:00.000-07:00

Lamb & Red Castle, 1962

Yellow Dog With Spots, 1962

Blue Cross Jesus, 1961

2007-08-01T16:00:00.000-07:00

Moneybox Clock & Runtjak, 1962

Civil War General Statue Jumps Onto Plinth, 1960

Skipping Rope While Rome Burns, 1960

2007-08-01T14:00:00.000-07:00

Ambulance & Kitchen Sink, 1960

Digging [or Mowing?] Under Umbrella, 1960

Treehouse (or UFO) & Ship & Flag (the Australian civil ensign?], 1962

2007-08-01T11:10:00.000-07:00

Yellow Umbrellas, 1962

Hanging The Laundry, 1962

Egg Head(ge), 1962

RALPH EATON Drawings 1970-75 Part Two

2007-07-01T21:37:00.000-07:00

More evidence of Mad Magazine's influence; this drawing of Dennis Hopper in Easy Rider was traced from Mad's parody of that film.

Chopper

Choppers

2007-07-01T20:01:00.000-07:00

Alfred E. Neumann & choppers

As in Ralph's Woodstock drawings, the page is getting pretty full.

Chopper moto-cross hill-climb

With so many riders taking their machines to the limit & beyond, there are bound to be accidents.

Wheelchair Motocross Rally

2007-07-01T16:55:00.000-07:00

The triumphs & tribulations of Lloyd Enoch Jr. by Ralph Eaton

The triumphs & tribulations of Lloyd Enoch Jr. by Benji Brown

Underdog, Puss-In-Boots, Smokey & the gang

This may be a detailed close-up version of the mortification of Timmy from Rusty's House & Family 5.

2007-06-01T23:00:00.000-07:00

Scott MacLeod Drawings 1960-1962:
Adventure & Exploration

Climbing a Tree with a Knife, Dog Helping by Jumping, 1962

Brave Lion Tamer in Lion's Cage, 1960

Seamonster Battle, 1961

I strongly suspect this was influenced by reading Jules Verne's Journey To The Center of the Earth.

2007-06-01T22:00:00.000-07:00

Scuba Diving Near the Ship, 1960

Kon-Tiki, 1960

The square-rigging & the scale have me convinced this is my version of Thor Heyerdahl's Kon-Tiki expedition. Being only 4 years old, I wouldn't have read his 1950 book yet (I did that in maybe 1966) but I probably saw the 1951 movie.

Arctic Snow Bus, 1960

I have always had a penchant for drawing similar types of conveyances, be they submarines, space ships, planetary exploration shuttles, Arctic half-tracks, etc. The scale of the vehicles is always important to me, as is the relative quantities & designs of windows within the larger structure. I get a strong feeling of security, thrill, empowerment & satisfaction from thinking about & drawing these types of mobile spaces. I believe this is very strongly related to issues discussed in this article by Arthur B. Evans on Jules Verne's "vehicular utopias" & is also related to the initial allure of proto-SUVs such as vintage Jeeps, Land Rovers & Toyota Landcruisers.

2007-06-01T20:00:00.000-07:00

Microwave Missile Control, 1960

Moon Landing, 1960

Crane Explores Moon, 1960

Your basic space exploration story. First, while hidden at your secret camouflaged log cabin base, you launch your space missile with your microwave oven. Then you land on the the moon. Then you bring in the heavy construction equipment. Perhaps exploration & development always go hand in hand. I tend to think of it as ontological imperialism. What is a four-year-old child anyway? An ontological imperialist / desiring machine - or a victim transfixed by photons & radiations & perturbations? And what about dark matter - what's that about?

Scott MacLeod Drawings 1960-1962: Part 4: Sports

2007-03-18T21:03:00.000-07:00

For some reason I call this one "Kick Boy" instead of, for instance "Soccer Player." Is he even playing soccer? Maybe he's just thrown a slider in a fast-pitch softball game. As you can see it's dated 1962 - and who knows what lurks in the mind of an almost-six-year-old?

2007-03-18T20:12:00.000-07:00

Curse & Carts, 1960

So this exhibit is loosely about sports, though why I was so obsessed at this young age with, of all things, golf and archery, is beyond me. The golfer above seems to be cursing, possibly at the young men who are racing golf carts up & down the fairway just below the green on which his 9-foor downhill putt has just bounced out of the hole because his caddie didn't remove the flag.

I've only played golf maybe five times in my life. The most fun was at Steve Williams' "Trimmer's Invitational" in Denver in late 70's or early 80's. I thought I might have a shot at the worst golfer trophy when I shot a 72 on the front nine, but Steve had imported a ringer, his old friend Kirk, who'd been living in New Jersey.

Kirk had kept me alive during June of 1976 by buying me short-stacks at The Aristocrat Steakhouse in Boulder every morning. Kirk's girlfriend kept him & me alive by dropping off a raw chicken & a bottle of anisette every afternoon. Anyway it was good to see Kirk again but he "beat" me by two strokes. There's no real charm in being the "second-worst" golfer. We did race golf-carts & almost flipped one, which would have been a shame, because we were carrying two cases of Heineken bottles.

Golf & Trampoline, 1960

The golfer in the second drawing seems to have hooked his shot off the green onto a trampoline or into a backyard swimming pool, starling the man who is reading the newspaper or carrying a gift-wrapped bottle of Campari to the pool party.

Golf & Archery Couple, 1960

Here we hearken back to golf's origins in Scotland, land of funny hats. Apparently they used to have two-hole greens. And below there seems to be a bride attempting to arrange her own shotgun wedding to a man in a bowler hat who has the arrow facing the right direction but the bow not.

2007-03-18T19:17:00.000-07:00

Archer & MASH, 1960

This could be "Hawkeye" Pierce taking a break....except that M.A.S.H. didnt exist yet.

Indian Archer, 1960

These two drawings are not so much about sport as they are existential snapshots of the plight of the young native american male, as seen through the filters of Hollywood & a 4-year-old's brain.

Indian Archer on Cliff, 1960

2007-03-18T17:20:00.000-07:00

Miniature Golf, Giant Croquet, 1960

I used to love miniature golf. Best courses I ever played on were the Eibsee Hotel's course & a concrete course atop the beach dunes in Noordwijk aan Zee.

Sport-fishing, 1960

Car Race & Tripping, 1960

The excitement of the Indy 500 seems to be knocking that man right out of his lawn chair!

DOBERN/SADE

2005-08-21T23:40:00.000-07:00

The Transportation, Retrofit and Installation of the Dobern Pedestrian Bridge as Performed by the Miserable Proletariat of Lower Silver Creek Watershed Under the Direction of Scott MacLeod

Photos by Eric Evans & Scott MacLeod, text by Peter Weiss & Scott MacLeod

An exhibition commemorating the first anniversary of the beginning of the afore-named durational performance by Scott MacLeod, which took place from 7am to 5:30pm (or later), weekdays, from August 2005 through January 2006 at two locations: the open-air yard (& adjoining walnut grove) of R&B Painting Co. just outside of Linden, 10 miles east of Stockton, California - and a PG&E easement on the shores of Lower Silver Creek in the Alum Rock neighborhood of San Jose, California.

The original performance & this exhibition have been partially funded & supported by the City of San Jose & the Santa Clara Valley Water District.

NOTE: this exhibit is mean to be viewed top to bottom. Click on images to enlarge.

2005-08-21T23:20:00.000-07:00

ACT ONE

2005-08-21T23:00:00.000-07:00

The procession moves towards the acting area.

2005-08-21T22:30:00.000-07:00

We’ve got to be clothed and fed
We’re sick of working like slaves

We’ve got to have cheaper bread
While we dig our own bloody graves

Many of us die more slowly in your workshops
So what is this sacrifice?

2005-08-21T22:00:00.000-07:00

I don’t know if I am hangman or victim
For I imagine the most horrible tortures
And as I describe them I suffer them myself

There is nothing I can’t do
And everything fills me with horror

2005-08-21T09:37:00.000-07:00

You cannot really call this education.

2005-08-21T08:00:00.000-07:00

I recorded the mechanics of their atrocities
In the minutest detail

2005-08-21T07:30:00.000-07:00

And the only truths we can point to
Are the ever-changing truths
of our own experience

2005-08-21T07:16:00.000-07:00

ACT TWO

2005-08-21T07:00:00.000-07:00

Living in holes

Dying in holes

I dreamed only of the orifices of the body.

2005-08-21T06:30:00.000-07:00

Collecting material
dreaming of material until I sank
into the swamps of overwork

Look at me
can you call this living?

2005-08-21T06:00:00.000-07:00

Do you want someone to rule you?
Tell you what work you must do?

Stay wide awake and be on your guard

Stare through the failing evening light
For this is the evening before the night

2005-08-21T05:23:00.000-07:00

I have time for nothing but work
Day and night are not enough for me

2005-08-21T05:00:00.000-07:00

I have a task which I must carry out

I still wait for the knocking at the door

For the bayonet point pressed against my breast

2005-08-21T04:30:00.000-07:00

I create in my mind
monstrous representatives
of a dying class

who can still exercise their power
in spectacular staged orgies

2005-08-21T04:04:00.000-07:00

against Nature's silence I use action
in the vast indifference I invent a meaning
I don't watch unmoved I intervene

there's no singular death to be had

only an anonymous cheapened death
we dole out to entire nations
on a mathematical basis

2005-08-21T03:26:00.000-07:00

Fanatical upstarts
With no vision and no culture

They only bring us trouble all these people
With their convulsions and complaints

As if we had nothing better to do

2005-08-21T03:00:00.000-07:00

See how they turn their defeat into victory

Now that their pleasures have been taken away
The job saves them from boredom

2005-08-21T02:45:00.000-07:00

Over streams and through the mud
A victory here and a victory there
For the good of all people everywhere

Things are better now
Because the poverty's been hidden

2005-08-21T02:30:00.000-07:00

Raise your hand to heaven bend your knees
And bear your suffering without complaint

What we do is just a shadow
of what we want to do

The important thing is
To pull yourself up by your short hairs

Turn yourself inside out
And see the world with fresh eyes

2005-08-21T02:17:00.000-07:00

ACT THREE

2005-08-21T02:00:00.000-07:00

Oh if only we could have beauty
and constructive thought

Instead of agitation and hysteria

If each could be only a link

In a long and heavy chain

2005-08-21T01:50:00.000-07:00

Where are my old manuscripts?
My novel about Columbine?

And my book about the chains of slavery?

Here's your ink here's your pen
Right where they always are

That's only a cloud over the sun
Or maybe smoke

2005-08-21T01:40:00.000-07:00

The soup's burnt a man's shoes pinch

A poet runs out of poetry

2005-08-21T01:30:00.000-07:00

Nothing can be achieved by scribbling
It vanishes as everything written vanishes

Each body alone
and wracked with its own unrest
In that loneliness marooned in a stone sea

2005-08-21T01:20:00.000-07:00

I am unhappy
I work until my eyes turn red as dust

The more you scratch the more you itch
Everything we try to do must fail

Your life on this planet is near complete
Closer and closer to you death creeps

2005-08-21T01:10:00.000-07:00

Forget the rest
There's nothing else
Beyond the body
Look

- the end -