A Show!

https://www.facebook.com/163294500385785/videos/768533626886757/

Maude Kerns made a wonderful video compilation of some Jell-O Art Shows...this made my day in so many ways. 

Art, we need it. Please support the gallery if you can.

The Show That Wasn't

I will write the Jell-O blog. This coming Saturday, March 28th, would have been our 32nd Jell-O Art Show. Of course it is not the most significant thing that has been cancelled in our new coronaworld but it was big to us. When the plug was pulled, everything stopped so abruptly.

By the time MKAC told us, we were already there. Some of us felt unsafe to come to practices, though we were reluctant to quit. We were pretty close to having the performance pinned down. It was the fifth rewrite of the script, all of the songs were in place and mostly learned, and I had made a few props and bought the shirts. I can hold onto those, I guess, but they are odd colors that I won't use probably. Unless I think of some great apocalypse idea and a way to sell them. I'll just plan around them for next year. I'm sad not to add to my collection, though.

 We can maybe use the same theme, Jell-O Obsession, next year. You never know what will seem funny in the future. That's always a concern for us. When we start in January, we intentionally keep things loose for as long as we can to be able to bring in the timely and take out the inappropriate. We like to honor the recently dead when we can...I wanted us to have a Ram Dass character but we didn't write it in. It's a good thing we weren't considering Jell-O Fever!

Our dress rehearsal would be Friday evening...it is always exciting to run through the whole script and test out those complicated costume changes and prop managements. Usually most of us wait to reveal our full costumes in the Green Room before the show so we can add or subtract accessories, get a good look at each other for maximum laughage, and just to make it as fun as we can. We share snacks and eyeshadow, gloves and hats, and parcel out the aprons for the songs that require them. I'm pretty sad about the Jell-O Jibe costumes that I didn't even really start to work on.

We were already planning for a fairly simple set and I held off making it since things didn't look too promising. But I would have spent the last two weeks with lots of cardboard and posterboard crammed into my living room making some kind of a laboratory setup and some oversize items. I already had the coffee cups ready to paint. I was going to make them look like Fiestaware and the shirts were mint and tangerine.

It was going to be a fiesta of joy! We studiously avoided politics thinking that everyone would rather have just silly joy this year, as things were already grim enough. It seems so odd to notice now how the virus was really not on our radar. I guess we started thinking about it in February.

I also had an extensive plan for a Jell-O making workshop that would have been last Saturday. I know I made the right decision to cancel it, though we could have done some distancing and made it relatively safe. It will only be when we can look back from beyond this that we will know if we were truly safe or just in deep denial.


For a minute we had a plan to film ourselves or perform in an empty room, but we are mostly older folks and were actually all at risk, as we are all now at risk and the myth it was older people only has fallen. It felt brutal to just stop singing the songs and put everything away. I spent some time still singing a couple of them. I feel terrible that we didn't even run through the script once.

It was kind of simple...we learned last year that trying to include too much just makes it impossible. My tendency as a writer is to bring in lots of digression, then tie it all together with little jokes that not everyone will get or even hear.
Hearing it all is always an issue, too, so we don't focus too much on small details in the songs, just try to get something fun and cute to build on. We had some really cute songs, I thought. A takeoff on Makin' Whoopee, that was of course, Makin' Jell-O.  A great version of Java Jive with big plans for the cute. We were actually going to sing a couple of songs without changing the lyrics to parody, which is unusual, but people were already sensing we were working too hard and I think they started just going through the motions a little before we quit. You can only honor "The Show Must Go On" when it isn't actually life-threatening, I guess. We were waiting to see a Tina Turner imitation that was promising...she didn't even get to come to one practice.


 I have a sense of tragedy going which is a disservice to our intent. It is just supposed to be fun and raise a little money for the gallery, but it is always more than that to me. Jell-O made me an artist. I have used it to start my art year, to focus true creativity aside from the thought of money-making, and to play with a medium. I did make some components for the workshop that have stayed out on my table, since I feel I should at least make one fascinator for myself in case we get a chance to celebrate, say for my birthday (May 5th will be my 70th) or for some other fun time. It does seem we will again have fun times. I could wear it the next time I have an online meeting.

I will enjoy making something. I can't let it all just disappear in the current miasma.

Well, for now, enjoy this gallery of shirts and enjoy your Saturday as it comes and you find other things to do. Let us hope for jigglier days. Nothing is ever over until it is really over, and there will always be a need for levity and cleverness. I know the Radar Angels will continue and if there is a Fair, they will be there.

As the story goes, there would have only been one Jell_O Art Show except that one good person approached Indi in the grocery store and asked when the show would be the second year...and that was enough popular demand to get it to happen again.

So keep wanting it. Keep wishing for the normalcy of Why Be Normal. Keep jiggling as we will, particularly with all of this comfort-eating. It's pretty likely there will be a reason for satire and joy in 2021. Even if there isn't a reason...well, when have we ever needed a reason?

Is It The End?

I did not really think I would be around for the end times, but I am re-thinking that. Sure, it's dramatic, but this could actually be the pestilence and economic collapse and draconian measures we've feared...NAH!

This virus is serious, but like everyone, I'm calculating my odds and measuring my denial and I feel like there is a little window before all of the shit hits the fan, and that is where I am planning on inserting my Jell-O Art lens. If we prop it up quickly and then gaze through it at all of the things that do come true, we might be able to salvage our happiness this time.

It's three weeks from today...not even time to finish all the plans I've made. Our songs are set, we're all practicing (right, troupe?) and I got out costumes and have a sort-of plan for what I'm wearing. There will be improvement as I try things on...I am comfort-eating right now so some of those little short dresses might not even fit if I split them up the back as is my go-to tactic. You make an apron out of it, and then all that matters is the front and you do something hidey in the back. No one sees your back if you are doing it right.

Today I just went through the script to see what needs to be changed, which is pretty much all of it, but it's still two pages so no problem. The song sequence will work as is. There's funny in it, though we will have more as people improvise and take on personalities for their chosen characters. All of that can be pinned down tomorrow morning because I'm trying to loosen up today.

It's a Saturday in March, one of the most precious days in my calendar. I only have one more free one after today, since my Making Jell-O workshop will be the 21st. So I just washed the dishes so I can make some papier-mache for props. It promises to be messy and something different.

I have to say I don't think I will get around to much Jell-O, even though I feel the pull. I made the t-shirt design, and the shirts are here, so I have to do those for sure. It isn't polished yet but I am pretty happy with it. Delegated the poster, lined up the sound people, oh, still have to make the Weekly and RG submissions...tomorrow.

Loosening up! Got out my kazoo. Put some dinner in the oven. Worked this morning so I have touch-up work to do this evening if I feel guilty about not being productive enough. My March workload is unbelievable...and only achievable because I am driven and aim high.

The only hard wrinkle to get past is this damn virus situation. There is a good chance that at some point, no one will want to gather in public. I think that point is still down the road a bit. But is it three weeks down the road? What will get cancelled? It's a huge question for all of us and the last thing we want to think about.

I do think I have a kind of a plan though. Obviously the whole Tacky Food Buffet as we've always done it is impractical. No one can bring anything from their kitchen. It will have to come from a hermetically sealed commercially poisoned bag. Only commercial poisons will be allowed  from here on out...all your homemade potions and recipes have to stay at home where only you and your loved ones are at risk. But that isn't a huge deal. It saves me a lot of work, actually.

So then there is the problem of the public gathering...and the submissions, and the performance, and the fundraiser, and all that. Let's just take them one at a time. So, what if you dropped off your Jell-O sculpture as planned, but we just made a rule that nobody touched anything. Everybody brings their own pens, makes their own title cards, puts their own work on the pedestal, and nobody touches anything that isn't theirs. Like in a real museum. We can easily keep three feet apart and not hug...I don't know about you, but I could do with a lot less hugging. That's why we have that Queen's Kiss, where you don't actually make physical contact with your loved one...you just smack in the other person's direction. Don't spit.

For the performance, we can't stop now...there's too much time invested and it would break our hearts. So, we could livestream it! We could put it on a YouTube channel, send out the link, (you will have to sign up or check how to find it) , and then all of you who watch will send in your contribution to Maude Kerns Art Center based on how much you enjoy it from your little personal quarantine.

Nobody has to miss a thing. Personal time at the gallery will be minimal and with full consent of those who are willing to risk their health for art. Anyone who can't risk that, can stay home but still be in on the fun. It's not ideal, but it's a lot more ideal than cancelling the whole shebang.

I don't know about you, but in my Jell-O Art heart I am still 28 and invincible and dedicated. I will do a lot to make this happen. I have the luxury of a robust immune system and as an artist I am used to taking chances for my art. I feel like I can still do my part, and also make it easier and safer for you to do yours.

So that's the plan from today. We'll have to see what happens in the coming weeks. We know there will be a lot to deal with and there will be grief and travail. But there has to be a way to still have Jell-O. There just has to be. I don't know what we'll do without it.