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The Best (Untapped) Parking Spots in Memphis

It’s time someone said it: The Memphis Zoo is the Kanye West of Memphis tourist attractions. The Zoo innovates. It may be controversial, but the Zoo doesn’t wait for progress to come to them. Where other institutions said, “You can’t park there because that is not a parking space,” the Memphis Zoo effectively said, “You can park anywhere you damn well please. You are a Zoo patron, and Zoo patrons make their own fates.” 

We hear you, Memphis Zoo. We have captured your innovative spirit and come up with a list of the other best (currently untapped) Memphis parking spots.

~ ~The Ultimate Best Undiscovered Parking Spots in Memphis~ ~ 

1. Elvis’s Grave at Graceland 

When are we all gonna wake up and smell the peanut butter banana honey bacon sandwiches? He’s been dead a long time. It’s high time we should be able to park on this sweet patch of land. 

Now: 

Better: 

2. The Lobby of the Peabody Hotel 

Ducks should be on a menu, not on a red carpet. What should be on a red carpet is a brand new SUV. 

Now: 

When things are right with the world: 

3. Inside the Orpheum Theater

This is a no-brainer. Downtown parking is packed. People sometimes have to walk blocks (whole blocks!) to their destination. The solution is clear. 

Current embarrassment: 

Future triumph: 

4. The FedExForum 

We grind hard. So why should we be forced to park in a neighboring garage? Why should we be made miserable, like people who don’t know our rights? 

Just look at this sad image: 

Now look at this happy one: 

Case closed. Park wild, Memphis. 

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Art Exhibit M

Vid-O-belisk, I Never Knew You

When news broke this week that Nam Jun Paik’s massive “Vid-O-belisk” is in the process of coming down, no longer to hold its traditional place in the center of the Brooks Museum of Art’s rotunda, I felt a mix of emotions. The first of these was relief, because I have long held a grudge against the “Vid-O-belisk” for being, IMHO, not a very good work of art from an otherwise great artist. The second emotion I felt was nostalgia for my stint working as a caterer at the Museum, because “Vid-O-belisk,” with its squiggly neon and antique video art, was a functional compass for us servers. “Go to the table nearest the red owl thinger,” we would instruct each other. 

With that in mind, I Facebook chatted local painter and my old catering co-worker, Dimitri Stevens, and we remembered the “Vid-O-belisk” in all its clunky glory. Here is what we recalled:

Brooks Museum of Art

Nam Jun Paik’s ‘Vid-O-belisk’ (2002)

Eileen: Hi, Dimitri! How are you on this day? A day when the “Vid-O-belisk” is no longer the first thing you see in Memphis’ biggest art Museum?

Dimitri: 
I’m doing fine Eileen. It’s a little hollow inside the Brooks now-a-days.

Eileen: Well, we’ll always have our memories of working catering events at the Brooks, trying to dodge the massive tower of antique TVs in the middle of the rotunda.

Dimitri: The neon will be remembered as well.

Eileen: You’re right. The best thing about the ol’ “Vid-O-belisk” were those little neon squigglies attached to the side of the TVS like a case of viral worms, which the catering staff affectionately named things like “Pineapple Parrot.” Can you remember any of the names?

Dimitri: 
No, I’m not too savvy on the names, but the squiggles seemed to range from stick figures to simplified architecture.

Eileen: There were definitely some music notes on there. And a weird eye. I’m partial to the Pi symbol and the lil neon buddha. What message do you think Nam Jun Paik was trying to send with this tower of junk TVs and random symbols?

Dimitri: I was thinking it’s about accumulated cultures through technology.

Eileen: That’s probably it. We used to cater a lot of weddings that happened around this monument to accumulated cultures through technology. In your honest opinion, would you invite the “Vid-O-belisk” to your wedding?

Dimitri: Definitely. I don’t have any big wedding plans yet, but it was an overall beautiful piece.

Eileen: 
It wasn’t my cup of tea, but I know it brought joy to many. Thank you for taking this moment to remember the “Vid-O-belisk” with me. And cheers to whatever comes next.

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The Loch Ness Monster and the Ominous Hole: Your Dreams Interpreted

This is the second installment of our ongoing attempts at dream interpretation. Today we take on monsters, boulders, and seemingly benign deep sea picnics: 

“I had a dream where me and some of my friends were having some kind of underwater picnic (breathing didn’t seem to be an issue) and we were really deep underwater hanging out on this rocky bed on all of these big ol’ boulders. And I don’t know what caused it, but a rock up above loosened and came bouncing down and I watched it really closely. Well, it fell down and fell right on top of this ominous looking hole at the bottom of the bed and I knew something was wrong and sure enough there’s this big ol rumbling that starts… and this huge, terrifying prehistoric loch ness fucking monster things comes flying out of that hole, dislodging the rock that fell on top of it.”

Dear Endangered Dreamer,

Can I offer you some herbal tea? Maybe a back massage? Some epsom salts? Because it sounds to me like you are encountering some undue (or maybe overdue) stress, in the form of a “prehistoric loch ness fucking monster.”

Let’s examine. At the start of your dream, you are having a picnic (good), underwater (maybe good; certainly impressive), without needing to breathe (great!) Water dreams are, in my experience, usually about powerful forces carrying or overwhelming the dreamer, but yours seems to be more about your own power. You’re deep in the water with your friends, hanging out on boulders, having the time of your life. So far so good.

Kay Neilsen

But then the trouble starts. You notice an ominous looking hole in the ocean floor (bad, very bad) and, above you, a rock dislodges from the watery depths. What initially seemed like a benign deep sea picnic now seems threatening. Good for you, though, ED, because you’re watching the bouncing boulders closely. Perhaps you don’t have a choice, or perhaps you somehow knew that this rockslide was imminent. The rock lodges in the hole — a temporary respite — and then the rumbling begins.

(Side note: I’m interested in this rumbling, mainly because it is a cinematic detail, and it is curious to me when dreams are cinematic. What use is foreshadowing in a dream? And yet, stress dreams are about nothing but foreshadowing — we notice a paperclip is out of place at the office and are suddenly aware of our own nakedness. Or an open door cues us that this is not just a regular house, but a NIGHTMARE HOUSE. Were they always like this? Cinema developed in close enough proximity to Freudian psychoanalysis that maybe we will never really know which came first: the cinematic chicken or the egg of the subconscious.)

What comes next in your dream is a terrifying prehistoric monster. Very, very, extremely bad, right? This is one shitshow of a picnic, ED. Rocks, monsters, the bottom of the sea….

…Except I am not so convinced. Here’s my read: I think that in the first movement of the dream, the picnic scene, things weren’t so great. You thought you were in repose, but you were actually drowning. The underwater boulders were crumbling around you. You watched closely. And then, wham!, LOCH NESS FUCKING MONSTER THING.

Don’t worry. You might be scared now, but a prehistoric monster is actually a great dream omen. It means you have some kind of unchecked power within that is ready to get out. It means that something primal is ready to free itself from the bottom of your ocean. It means that you shouldn’t try to cover up your holes with crumbling boulders.

Wallace Smith

Don’t try to tame that baby. Just ride it where it wants to take you. If I know my Nessy, she is probably headed for the surface. If you want guidance, you should look to fairytale-inspired early 20th century illustration; artists like Kay Neilsen and Wallace Smith. These guys were groovy with the subconscious dragons.

Happy hunting, xo, 

Eileen 

We here at Exhibit M are taking a stab at dream interpretation, with the help of art and anecdote. Do you wonder what your dreams are about? Send them to: eileen@contemporary-media.com.

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Art Art Feature

Corkey Sinks’ art explores the old world through the new age.

Corkey Sinks, the newest resident artist at Crosstown Arts, is a recent Memphis transplant. Sinks moved to the South six months ago from Chicago, where she studied and practiced fiber- and material-based arts. Her intricately patterned quilts, weavings, and drawings reference “conspiracy and culture-building and science fiction.” Past works by Sinks range from a book that she calls her “demon baby project,” for which she researched turn-of-the century myths about paranormal children, to a series of cardboard crystals that Sinks formed out of recycled material.

When we met at her studio this past weekend, Sinks was in the process of preparing for a new show at the Memphis house gallery Southfork. Several geometric weavings, made using a traditional jacquard loom, hung on a far wall. Despite the weavings’ newness, the patterns in the fabric appeared somewhat faded, as if time had removed some of their detail. “I like all of the metaphors of pattern,” Sinks said. “But I also just formally really enjoy a spread of pattern.”

Art, ritual, and patterns

Flyer: What do you think draws you to traditional patterning and traditional ways of making?

Sinks: My work has always been about pattern. I have always been interested in the recurrence of things in narrative and the recurrence of images in film. I studied a lot of propaganda and Soviet montage, so the repetition and rapid juxtaposition of images builds meaning. It really is part of what makes us human, that we see patterns in things, regardless of whether they are actually there.

You have made quilts out of plastic as well. Can you tell me how you arrived at that process?

I started making these on an industrial heat press that I had in grad school. I was playing around with plastics, and the result was that it was really flat, and I think that I wanted to be able to work larger than the bed of the press. So I started playing around with a hand iron, and I realized that it took on this more sculptural form. I found that really appealing.

I started making the plastic triangles that make up that quilt to escape my brain and focus on something that I could do with my hands. The process became a system that evoked some kind of paranoid ritual but could create a great output.

Speak more on the cardboard crystals.

I was doing my laundry, and I started folding a box of Tide into these shapes. I love these shapes. I’m buying crystals all the time. While I don’t really think I believe in them, but yet I think … “This protects me against vampires. I need it.” I have rocks all over my house and workspaces, and beyond their supposed meanings, I love the forms of them.

I hope that in my work, whenever I reference anything that is new age, pyramid-scheme-y, or cult-y, that I am empathetic. I think the desire to have something to belong to, to identify with and truly believe, with all of yourself, is really enviable.

Are the drawings you make on grid paper plans for a quilt or their own thing?

Whenever I am stuck, I am drawing. The drawings can be a finished product or become something else. In one series of drawings, I’m using text that is darker versions of self-help phrases on cross-stitched pillows or inspirational posters. All this work is about trying to have power, whether it is some kind of control over yourself and your life or evoking some kind of spiritual or political power.

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The New Planetarium is Dope and Space is Terrifying

Edit 1/30: The Pink Palace has confirmed that they are going to host live music in the Planetarium. “Space has no limits!” said Ronda Cloud, who handles publicity for the Museum. 

The day has come! The new Sharpe Planetarium, now known as the Autozone Dome, at the Pink Palace Museum is back in action. The old slide projectors are gone, replaced by digital “Full Dome” technology. In the place of the analog lighting effects is a more movie-like experience. 

This morning, a crowd of press, Mayor Jim Strickland, corporate representatives from Autozone and other private sponsors gathered for the grand opening of the new dome. The renovated planetarium is roomier, with a space near the the front of the theater that one of the presenters mentioned may be eventually used for live music. Hopefully this means more local multi-media performances — what could be cooler than opera or electronica or underground rap paired with star graphics? The planetarium manager also joked (I think it was a joke) that they could perform wedding ceremonies inside. 

After a tour through some of the neater educational features of the new planetarium, all controlled by an iPad, we watched a program called “Firefall.” Firefall is a narrative about the life and death of space debris such as meteors, meteoroids, meteorites and asteroids. The graphics were excellent and, while the storytelling was true-to-form campy, “Firefall” proved both visually and narratively gripping. I learned: space is horrifying, mass extinctions by way of space rocks are imminently possible, and, as Carl Sagan put it, there are billions and billions of stars out there. 

For those who miss the older technology, here is a useful timeline of planetariums. For those who want to book their band inside the new planetarium, I have reached out for comment from the Museum and will keep you updated. In the mean time, the new planetarium should be on the top of your list for the best date spots in town. 

The New Planetarium is Dope and Space is Terrifying

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Art Exhibit M

See the Pictures: David Bowie Visits Memphis College of Art

David Bowie played a couple concerts in Memphis back in the early 1970s, during his Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin Sane days. In February of 1973, Bowie played (as Ziggy) alongside his band, the Spiders From Mars. The eyebrowless rocker then hung around town for another day and paid an impromptu visit to Memphis College of Art, where he met longtime teacher and painter Dolph Smith. 

Smith engineered the meeting by contacting Cherry Vanilla, Bowie’s PR person. The artist presented Bowie with a painting inspired by the song “Major Tom.” It shows a vividly-colored landscape and two paper airplanes — a longtime motif in Smith’s work. 

Smith, now in his eighties, remembers Bowie as unpretentious: “You know performers have a stage presence,” Smith remembered. “I found he had a modest person to person presence. No pretense… just so easy to be with that night.” 

The entire incident is remembered by local film auteur and lay historian Mike Mccarthy in two essays about the meeting, and about Dolph Smith. The photos below are all by Cherry Vanilla. 

Dolph Smith

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Peculiar Forms: Taiwanese Metalwork in Memphis

Visual Cues, Ms. Chen, Ting-Chun

This Sunday, December 13, from 2-5PM, the Metal Museum will host an opening ceremony for a new traveling exhibition, the 2015 Taiwan International Metal Crafts Competition. The exhibition, which will remain on view through March 13, 2016, features the best of Taiwanese metalwork as judged by the The Gold Museum of Taipei City. 

Soliloquy, Ms. Ou, Li-Ting

The artworks featured in the exhibition draw from both modern and more traditional tropes of metalwork, combining eastern and western craft sensibilities to create a selection both broad and masterful. Work by Li-Ting Ou and Ting-Chun Chen (both featured above) stands out. 

Flavour, Ms. Chen, Siou-Yi

The Metal Museum is one of few museums in the world devoted exclusively to fine metalwork. This will be the first exhibition from Taiwan that the Metal Museum has hosted. 

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Tonight: See Lance Turner’s Infinities

You might know the artist Lance Turner from seeing his work at GLITCH, or from his pixelated mural of the late rocker Jay Reatard, located on the side of a furniture store in South Main. Turner is currently Crosstown Arts’ first studio resident. Tonight, he will open an installation created during the four month residency. 

When I visited Turner’s studio earlier this week — a small back room at Crosstown, the walls of which the artist has covered with zigzagging line work and systemically gradated colors — Turner said, “I work a lot with the concept of infinity.”  

Turner’s symmetrical paintings are extended by mirrors that he places at points throughout the space, and refracted by 3-D models, crafted to mimic the studio itself. The models descend in scale and wrap around each other, like nesting eggs. Forms recur throughout the visual excess: disembodied eyes, a circle of sharks with open mouths. 

Tonight’s opening is from 7PM – 10PM at Crosstown. It is not to be missed. 

Lance Turner in his studio at Crosstown Arts

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Joan Livingstone’s “Marvels and Oddments”

Joan Livingstone, a sculptor whose exhibition, “marvels and oddment[s],” is currently on display at Rhodes Clough-Hanson Gallery, likes to go on walks. Most days, the artist wanders the streets near her house, picking up small objects that draw her eye and saving them for later use. Livingstone lives in West Town, Chicago, in a neighborhood where new condominiums are replacing historic brick buildings. What she collects on these walks, more often than not, are chunks of broken concrete and disconnected piping — urban detritus that forms a makeshift vocabulary for her recent sculptures.

“These are not uncommon objects,” Livingstone says of the agglomerate pieces of broken cement, plastic ephemera, and fabric that make up her 2014 piece, oddment[s]. They are things that most of us know, although many of them have been altered.”

oddment[s], displayed along a narrow table, includes gold-leafed clay cups, fragments of checkered tile, stacked and painted rocks, handmade books, seven artificial crows, 50 felted wool rectangles, dried flower petals, and metal pipe elbows. Livingstone is known for her work with fabric, which she calls “a kind of touchable boundary between ourselves and others,” and though many of these fragments are not fabric, all are united by a similar touched, and touchable, quality.

Among Livingstone’s oddments is a weather-worn soccer ball. The ball is partially deflated, and the glossy polyester overcoat of the fabric is rubbed off so that what remains is just the soft skin of the cotton. It’s the sort of object you’d expect to find hidden behind a backyard fence after a long winter.

Despite the fact that the ball has outlived its useful life (and maybe because of it), it is precious. You want to hold it, to feel where the synthetic fabric has flecked off around the stitching. There is the undeniable physical memory, looking at the ball, of comfort, of threadbare blankets and lived-in denim — a specialness reserved for something that has been in the world a while.

Accompanying the piece is a small booklet in which Livingstone has compiled fragments of text. The chapbook includes passages from books by Michael Ondaatje, Teju Cole, Nadeem Aslam, Sue Monk Kidd, W.G. Sebald, and Milan Šimečka. These quotes are also embroidered, in silk thread, on 50 felted rectangles that Livingstone assiduously created while her mother was ill and Livingstone was helping to care for her. They deal with waiting and walking and a quality that Livingstone refers to as “slow time.”

“Little streets wind in upon each other like a basketful of eels; no two run parallel,” writes Cole, in a quoted passage from his 2014 book, Every Day Is for the Thief. He continues, ” … letting go of my moorings makes me connect to the city as pure place, through which I move without prejudging what I will see when I come around a corner.”

There is much in Livingstone’s work that would suggest letting go of moorings, in that her sculpture revises inanimate and overlooked aspects of the city as something more visible when given new attention and context. The painted and stacked rocks — which Livingstone carefully layers with rice paper, turning them over and over again — seem to exude an aura of having been held. I keep wanting to write that they “glow with touch” despite the fact that I know that doesn’t really make sense.

If oddment[s], which includes 35 very different objects, goes long, marvels goes deep: broken concrete pieces, arrayed across the floor in a rectangle, look like a kind of cryptic lettering. They have an alphabetic structure. As with the concrete corners in oddment[s], Livingstone and her studio assistants layered these pieces with thin strips of paper, softening them until they appear, ever so slightly, rarefied.

Also included in the show is Livingstone’s reflective series of photographs of swirling clouds that appear soft despite their being shown in black and white, with heightened contrast. Another group of photos show piles of debris, left in half-completed buildings. The complete effect is to create an invisible tracery; a map of what is fine and overlooked.

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A Zoo Solution?

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Overton Park Greensward

Unpopular admission of the day: I’m kind of a cynic about saving the Overton Park Greensward. The Greensward is the parcel of land that sits adjacent to the Memphis Zoo in Overton Park, which has been frequently repurposed as an overflow parking lot on heavy traffic days at the Zoo. It’s hard to miss the green yard signs, visible everywhere within the Parkways, that implore us to “SAVE THE GREENSWARD!”

It’s not that I’m an advocate of people parking their cars in a place that should be rightly used for hacky sack, pop-up aerobics, and dog-and-frisbee stuff.

Parking is undoubtedly a bad use of Overton Park, which was designed as a space for repose at the turn of the century, part of a national movement for more peaceful urban surrounds. Considerate people should leave their minivans elsewhere and put in the pedestrian time it takes to enjoy the Teton Trek or the Hippo Camp. (Side note: the Zoo should have called this the HippoCampus because, come on, hilarious!) Overton Park may not be the most stunning of American vistas, but it is ours, and we love it, and it would be great if people didn’t park their vehicles there.

My generalized apathy about the fate of the Greensward is that the campaign feels frivolous, compared to some of the other objectionable stuff we have going on in this city. I’d be happier in a world where “SAVE THE GREENSWARD!” signs were, if not replaced, at least accompanied by little beseechments to “TEST THOSE RAPE KITS ALREADY!” or “STOP MESSING AROUND WITH PUBLIC EDUCATION!”

I’ve resolved, though, that the only way to save ourselves the trouble of having to think about the Greensward is to actually save the Greensward. Thankfully there is an easy way to do this, and do it cheaply.

Here’s the pitch: Younger Memphians, myself included, may not recall a time when people accessed the Zoo from the eastern side of Overton Park, back before there was that dumb plan to put I-40 through Overton Park. (Credit where credit it due to those not-in-my-backyard crusaders.) This was in the 1970s, when the area that now houses the end of Sam Cooper Boulevard was a neighborhood. People either walked through the park or down N. Parkway, where there used to be a Zoo entrance on a part of the property that now houses an employee parking lot.

Though there are still a few residential streets between Summer and Sam Cooper, this is no longer a viable parking plan. You’d be better off parking in the Evergreen neighborhood or spending time waiting in the cluster of cars that blocks up McClean on low-ozone-warning summer mornings. But the area around the eastern side of the park is about to change: At the beginning of November, the Tennessee Department of Transportation put the eight acres of unused land that sits on either side of the East Parkway/Sam Cooper intersection up for sale. The largest of the lots is just under five acres; the smallest is just over half an acre. No date has been set for the sale, yet, but local media have reported that Loeb Properties has expressed serious interest in acquiring the parcels.

To whomever it may concern: That land, or at least, some of it, should be turned into parking for the Zoo. You could fit 750 parking spots on that five-acre lot. The Zoo could run a shuttle — or a trolley or a beer bike or whatever — in between E. Parkway and its main entrance, allowing visitors to see beautiful wooded areas of the park. George Kessler, the park’s designer, who kept company with landscape architecture giants such as Frederick Law Olmsted, would be proud. We would all be relieved.

During chillier seasons, when zebras and humans do not seek each other’s company, the land could be used in other ways. We should get imaginative. Maybe take Crosstown Arts’ lead and create a cheaply-rentable outdoor space for cook-outs and concerts. Or host roller hockey events and food truck meet-ups or town-hall-style meetings. There are ways that this could be fun, environmentally conscious, and turn a profit.

We need a parking lot. We want more great public spaces. What we don’t require is condos. Please. No more condos.

Eileen Townsend is a writer for Memphis magazine and The Memphis Flyer.