You may not know his name, but you are probably familiar with characters he’s animated. Glen Keane animated the character of Ariel in The Little Mermaid, and worked on other Disney features such as Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, Tarzan, and other films of the last 30 years or so.
In this video, he animates an improvised scene of a person getting up out of a chair.
Where do we get ideas? Is imitation a part of the creative process? This week we’ll look at where ideas come from, and how they get re-used, recycled, copied and remixed.
There is some historical tension between creators of existing works and those creating new works. A band puts out a song on an album in the 60’s, which gets sampled and re-fashioned into a new song that becomes a hit for someone else in 2015. A movie is created based on someone else’s story. And so on.
Lawsuits often result, because we tend to think that everything must be owned by someone. But mixed into our world of copyright law are two other principles, fair use and public domain, which are equally important.
This week we spend some time with surrealist Salvador Dali, speaking to reporter Mike Wallace in 1958.
Sometimes it is important to pay attention to things we don’t necessarily understand. Diving into subjects outside my own skill set can lead to inspiration and ideas which furthers my own work. I enjoy hearing from experts in almost any field discussing their work and ideas, and keep a notebook fo tips and tricks I’ve come across.
We’ve done music, we’ve done comedy. It’s time to get creative and intelligent, so I’m shifting my weekend series once again. (Any of you are more than welcome to take over the music or comedy at any time. I bequeath them...)
To kick things off, here’s a presentation by one of my favorite cartoonist, writer, and “accidental professor” Lynda Barry.
SEEDs (self-esteem, empowerment, and education through dance) is an internationally recognized bellydance and mentorship program, originally founded in 2001 by Myra Krein in Santa Fe, New Mexico. After seeing so much success in Santa Fe, Myra began an intensive teacher training program--and there are now dozens of blossoming SEEDs programs across the globe.
After attending the teacher training in June 2015, local bellydancer Kelsey Eaton bringing this fun and transformational youth bellydance program to Brattleboro. Working alongside her is Devan Moran, a woman's advocate who works locally to educate youth on healthy relationships, domestic violence, and consent.
What is a zine?
Zines are small or mini magazines that you can create! Zines can be comics, or stories or anything you want. Make a zine about the most amazing trip ever. Make a zine about something you are passionate about. Make a zine about anything you want and it will be awesome. Two local zine makers, comic drawers, and super artists, Jo Dery and Hannah Cummins, will be there to give tips and tricks to make the best zines.
Draw your own pictures. Write your own words. Make your own zine.
A Request for Proposal is now open for a much ballyhooed Our Town Grant. The RFP states the grant is…"one of inaugural creative placemaking, that magnifies the role the Arts play in Brattleboro, and should inspire the community towards the imagination and creation of public art." To these ends, I hereby submit two entries to the readers of this site, for consideration, potential collaboration and probable comment.
Tale of the Tape
A visiting American guy and Murphy go into an Irish pastry shop. The American whisks three cookies into his pocket with lightning speed. The baker doesn't even notice. The American says to Murphy, "You see how clever we are? You Paddies can never beat that!"
Murphy says to the American, "Watch dis, any Paddy is smarter din you, and I'll prove it to ya." He says to the baker, "Gimme a cookie, I'll show ya a magic trick!"
The baker gives him the cookie, which he promptly eats. Then he says to the baker, "Gimme anudder cookie for me magic trick."
Today, while reading an 1855 account of the local fireman's festival, I came across the following whopper of a sentence. It kicked off the story, and I thought writers and fans of writing would enjoy it.
The Fireman’s Festival. — Sacred to the memory of departed militia heroes; of officers in short-waisted, shallow-tail coats, who, at the head of their several commands of citizen soldiery, exhibited more of the “pride of circumstance and the pomp of war,” than any Crimean commander has reason to feel; and that of the rank and file themselves, who, in uniforms and without uniforms, of all sizes and nearly all ages, went through their several duties of marching and counter marching with more zeal than discipline, fired blank cartridges at an imaginary enemy without flinching, and only surrendered as the shades of evening came on, after a prolonged and most unequal contest with “Old jamaica or pure New England"; sacred the the memories of this and of those in the hearts of all Vermonters, is the first Tuesday in June.
From the fire, I learned what cops are made of. I learned what panic can do. And I learned that cats really do have nine lives.
The building was renovated: a 6 floor walk-up, a bit too fancy to be called a NYC tenement. Our apartment was on the fifth. On each floor, were two railroad flats running from front to back on either side of the staircase. When I smelled the smoke, I went out into the hall to investigate.
In about one minute on a Friday, Armand destroyed a fragile family which was trying to make a go of it.
Most of the crews Armand sent out could fix a few common problems. As advanced training, Armand had told them: “If you don’t know what to do, tell them that it is too serious to fix on site, and bring the unit back to the shop”.
Ronald worked in the back, fixing air conditioners. I was Armand’s office manager, meaning that I got paid a dollar above minimum wage, and kept track of invoices. Armand loved oppressively hot, stifling July days when New York became unbearable. It brought in business.
In this maze of small town life, with our limited number of streets and alleys, and the weight of time’s accumulation, we can’t help but run into each other. With frequency. Or under some law of chance beyond our grasp. And as we carry our histories around, when we see each other when we do we’d sometimes rather not.
There's no controlling bumping into anyotherbody, so cunning methods of evasion are needed ‘to keep the peace’. Otherwise our aversions and misgivings, affronts and harbored hurts, the less pleasant stuff which comprise no small part of our histories, would be breaking out all over. Can't have that in 'civil society'.
Everyone there had a nickname. His was “Radio.”
“Why is he called “Radio” I asked another prisoner.
"Because he keeps talking, non-stop, all crazy stuff."
Radio did seem to be dispensing a steady stream of gibberish. But something about him conveyed intelligence to me. I sat down opposite Radio at one of the tables (which are immovably attached to the floor, as are the benches). The individual cells were on one side. There was a wall of bars on the other and I guess behind those bars was the “free” side. Occasionally a guard would walk by.
I just had to pass this on.
CALLING ALL SUPER HEROES!
Have you ever wanted to be a super hero - even for a day? Now is your chance!
During the Month of May the Children's Room at Brooks Memorial Library will be holding a very special event:
"LIBRARY SUPER HEROES". This fun event, sponsored by Friends of the Library will feature a mural of a friendly town ( much like Brattleboro!) inhabited by many colorful super heroes; flying, sitting and just standing around being..well...super. Emblazoned on their costumes will be the name of a specific craft supply that the children's room uses for their wonderful, family friendly projects.
On Sunday, April 12 at 2:00 pm, Brattleboro Area Hospice will host a staged reading of the end of life drama "Vesta" at the River Garden in downtown Brattleboro. Tea, cake and discussion will follow. The event is offered free and open to the public.
Vesta is a 90-minute, seven-character play about the final five years of the title character's life. Vesta offers a warm and often humorous exploration of a family's struggle with a variety of end-of-life issues as they come to terms with the illness and death of Vesta Pierson, their matriarch.
The reimagining and reinterpreting of an ancient oracle takes termerity, time, and energy. Yet it is a task that two local women have undertaken. A new and completely original Tarot deck called The Wayfarer Tarot is the project they have teamed up to create.
Stacy Salpietro-Babb, a Tarot reader and teacher, and Margaret Shipman, an artist and illustrator have a combined vision for a Tarot deck that is relevant to a modern audience. “The traditional deck that is often used, and which most modern interpretations draw from, is geared toward people in the early 1900’s.” says Salpietro-Babb, a Tarot professional with over 20 years of experience, “It used common religious symbolism that was easily understood by people one hundred years ago, but today … not so much. I have to spend a lot of my time during readings explaining what the imagery means and how the meanings relate to the person who I am reading for.”
In memory of Larkin Mead, the University of Brattleboro Faculty got together on Sunday and created a giant Snow Monster at the NEYT parking lot.
As many may remember from their citizenship test when they moved to Brattleboro, Larkin Mead helped make Brattleboro and himself famous, by carving a life sized snow angel and setting it out for passersby. Larkin was later taken into sculptures studios where he learned much more about this art, and went on to become a famous artist.
Our goal was to create nothing as artistic as Larkin's snow angel,but instaed something much goofier.
23 January 2015 On the death of the Saudi King. Greetings from Algeria
King Penguin Died Today
“King Penguin died!” said I
“Long live the fishes!”
“Al Hamdulilah.” Said the dissident locked in the tower!
For these words alone we could have gotten
Write Action hosts an open reading every month on the third Friday. This month, Jan 16 is the third Friday.
Readers will have about 7 minutes to read their poems, short stories, excerpts or a favorite piece by another author.
WHERE AND WHEN The Blue Dot Studio in the Hooker Dunham Building.We start the readings at 7:30.