Primordial Soup Cartoon

Primordial Soup Cartoon from Eric Waldemar on Vimeo.

Several notable curiosities came out of last fall’s “Time and Attention” show, and not everything got included in the gallery exhibition. Here’s a sort of image poem that tells of the emergence of life and form on Earth. Interpretive dance, perhaps. This should give you a decent sense of what it was like back then for those ambitious little critters. Millions of years are compressed into a couple of minutes, so bear with me if I missed anything important.


Here’s one still image from a movie called Old Tongue, part of “Letters and Speechlessness” at ArtWorks in Letterkenny, Ireland. This is the first time I’ve worked through the material I shot last summer, and again and again, I wonder where did THAT come from. With much of the best material, startling things emerge, things that I have no memory of shooting. The movie seems to know more about the places I visited than I do. Perhaps this has more to do with the hands-on mysteries of making and forming than with the intervention of ghosts and faeries, but perhaps not.

Animations from UCD

Once again, we did short animations in my courses at UC Denver. Here’s a selection of strange, intense, and/or accomplished moments from this crop of “Intro to Art” students at UC Denver. I’ve been meaning to trim out a few low points, but I haven’t yet, and it’ll only take you about 4 minutes to watch ’em all. Go here to see them.

Lemonade Stand

Rally 'round the flag!I’m not sure what age I was when I had my lemonade stand – let’s call it eight years old or so. I don’t know if it even lasted an hour, but in any case, I nailed legs onto a board to make a table, mixed up a pitcher of lemonade, set out a few cups, and set up shop. Here’s the odd thing: I set this all up in the woods, maybe 40 feet from the back lawn, with not even a nearby trail. There was a patch of skunk cabbage nearby. I don’t think I even told anyone I was in business out there. No customers, of course. Did I expect any? I have no idea what my motivation was, but I do also remember coming across the abandoned stand again some weeks later. The aged lemonade tasted kind of like beer to my pre-adolescent palate. Maybe that was the beginning of my beer-making experiments around the same age: Inspired by accounts of stills, rum-running, and Prohibition-era outlawry in The Salt Book and the Foxfire books, I had apples and water (among other things) fermenting in jars behind the books on my shelf. These concoctions, as you might expect, were interesting to taste, like the lemonade, but not especially tasty.

Odin/Odeon: Monoprints and Movies at Rude Gallery

Here’s some text I put together for the show at Rocky Mountain College of Art & Design, which opens, I believe, on the second of September, a Thursday. (Be there around 7 or 8 or later.) There’s a longer version that mentions Nickel-Odeons, refers to my Wednesday (Woden’s Day) night printmaking sessions, and so on, but this is the concise version. Thought I might as well post it for you. Hope it sounds inviting. It certainly sounds grandiose and pompous. Part of the fun. Grandiose, yes, but all true. 

DustBowl-EricWaldemar_monoprint_detail.jpgIn Odin/Odeon, Eric Waldemar takes a maximalist approach to a small installation space, assembling a piece of “visual chamber music” that combines an intricate arrangement of monoprints with tiny abstract video work. In ancient Greece, an Odeon was a type of small theater, designed for more intimate productions. The Norse god Odin, as the tale goes, hung upside down from the World Tree for nine days until vision and knowledge arose in his mind. In Waldemar’s studio, imagery is invited, awaited, then shaped as it emerges. In an art world that favors shrewd, spare concept and wry sampling, he persists in affirming the mysteries and depths of an open, exploratory work process that hangs between picture and nameless form.