Friday, January 27, 2012

The Wonderful Mrs. Bartlett

There’s something about artists who work off the grid, who insist on finding their own creative way.  Established styles can be inspiring, and popular trends are seductive, but in my view, the best work is for its own sake.

One such person was a woman who worked at the Delmar-Harvard Elementary School I attended in the 1960s.  Her name was Mrs. Bartlett.  She was not a teacher, though I learned from her.  She was not an administrator, secretary or librarian.  Mrs. Bartlett was the school janitor.    She was a friendly and memorable staff member who enjoyed working around children.

That’s all I would likely have remembered had it not been for one important episode.  On a particular school day, possibly in second grade, I was down in the basement hallway near the exit to the playground.  Mrs. Bartlett’s office door was open and she was inside.  I was by myself and probably just curious, and she greeted me as I said hello.  There, among her brooms, buckets and cleaning supplies, were easels and canvases.  I asked her what they were and she said, “They’re mine.”  Mrs. Bartlett was also a painter.

This was something of a revelation to me.  Art, or so I thought, was what we did in class for school, or it was something in a museum. But until that moment, it did not occur to me that art was anywhere else.  But there it was, a group of paintings resting on the shelves of our school custodian’s office. 

I’m embarrassed to say it now, but I was so taken with the discovery that I likely and immediately asked her if I could have one of her paintings.  I don’t know how she took my request, but she agreed to give me a particular work which she said was at home.  So I waited, and I’m sure reminded her each and every school day that followed.  Finally, one morning she told me the painting was in the bedroom where her husband slept and didn’t want to disturb him.  She promised to set the painting by her front door that evening, “So I won’t forget it.”  The next school day, she presented me with the artwork.  Mounted on a modest 15” square of cardboard, the painting was a colorful and impressionistic country scene of a house, bridge and stream.  The canvas had been stretched and wrapped around the back, where it was secured with glue.   To my eyes, it was beautiful. It was signed, “To a lovely little boy, may you always stay that way.  Love, Mrs. Bartlett .”  Mrs. Bartlett said it was painted at the property she and her husband owned outside of the city.  This was in keeping with the view of a friend I recently consulted, and who paints professionally.  According to her, Mrs. Bartlett’s work is a sincere expression, with skilled use of color and depth in “clearly a cherished scene.” 
It was a thrill to receive Mrs. Bartlett’s gift and my excitement was contagious.  I may have “discovered” Mrs. Bartlett, but as a result, other students did as well.  On a day soon after, Mrs. Bartlett entered our classroom with two more paintings.  I recall more than a twinge of envy as she cheerfully handed the paintings to an excited pair of classmates. 

 I’ve kept the painting, of course, and recently took it out of storage to make a photo copy for the first time. I have not been able to find any more details about Mrs. Bartlett or her work.  The sweet nostalgic tone of her inscription suggests she was an older person.  It’s entirely possible that she and her husband were retired, perhaps living out of town, where she commuted to work at the school for the extra income. 

Painting, as it turned out, would not be the direction for me. But the episode sparked something.  The notion that someone who seemed ordinary could have extraordinary skills was empowering to me, especially at a time when I was failing at school.  As I wrote this piece, I remembered something else.  It was about the same time that I received my first camera and began photography.

Monday, January 9, 2012

University City High School Arts | 1975 Super 8 Film

They say you can never go home again.  That’s unless you book a round trip ticket.  It took me almost three decades to look back at the films I did during the 10 years between junior high and through college.  So, recently, inspired by the renewed interest of the Super 8 format, I opened the old boxes and began transferring my Super 8 films to DVD.  One of movies was this one, “The High School of The Arts” which I made at University City High School in St. Louis 1975.  This film was my first attempt at a documentary.  Three art teachers were profiled including, Tom Lawless (sculpture), Carol Ray (ceramics) and Sherry Londe (modern dance).  All three were very popular and highly regarded educators, as I’m sure my classmates would agree.  They were also among my first creative mentors, who encouraged me and my high school movie geek aspirations.

I recorded interviews with each teacher for the film, asking about their work and careers.  Their comments were edited and mixed over the classroom footage I shot.  Sorry to say, much of the soundtrack has crumbled away in storage.  The first interview, featuring the late-great Tom Lawless sounds clear (Who could forget THAT voice!), but unfortunately much of the audio for Carol Ray and Sherry Londe didn’t survive.  I may have the source interview tape in storage somewhere, and if I come across it, I’ll post it.  In any case, I thought my homies would like to see this.