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Art of Bhutan
Textiles play important roles in society.
By Lois Wadsworth

 
Walking into the Bhutan textile show at White Lotus Gallery is like entering an exotic, new culture -- the art forms feel familiar but the specific works are strikingly original. Using linen, silk, wool and cotton, the artisans of this small kingdom high in the Himalaya create textiles for secular and religious use. The differing roles of women and men weavers results in a socially recognized variety of patterns, colors and usages. Stop by on First Friday; the gallery will be open until 8:30 pm.

McKenzie Valley residents Russ and Blyth Carpenter's concern for Bhutan's endangered textile tradition led to lengthy preparations for this show with White Lotus owners Hue-Ping Lin and Dick Easley. The Carpenters brought back the objects on display and for sale at the gallery from their last trip to Bhutan.

In conjunction with the show, the UO Humanities Center brought Himalayan culture expert Diana K. Myers to campus in October. Her Cressman Lecture in the Humanities centered on the changing role of textiles in Bhutan as the country moves from isolation to a global economy. Myers also spoke to about 50 people at White Lotus Gallery on "The Social Life of Cloth" in Bhutan.

Her interest in Bhutan dates to a two-day visit to the tiny country during her service with the Peace Corps in Nepal, Myers said. The author of From the Land of the Thunder Dragon: Textile Arts of Bhutan as well as a scholar, curator, lecturer and consultant, Myers is also "very well connected" within Bhutan's weaving community, Easley said.

Myers walked through the steps taken by a woman weaver using a backstrap loom to make a dress for her daughter to wear to a festival. The girl picks her favorite color, say red, and selects her favorite patterns -- thunderbolts, flowers, butterflies and diamonds. Sitting on the ground in a three-sided, verandah-like structure, the mother weaves the necessary number of panels to make the cloth.

She probably uses cotton thread, some of which was already dyed when purchased and some that she dyes with commercial powder dyes, vegetable dyes or a combination. When the weaving comes off the loom, the weaver finds a tailor (a male occupation) to turn the bedspread-shaped textile into a dress.

Making the vegetable dyes that give better color is a multi-step process. The dye source (vine, flower, vegetable) is dried in the sun, then boiled in a large kettle to which the yarn is added and steeped for several days. The internal market for such labor-intensive local textiles. are now threatened by cheaper, imported textiles, Myers said.

Women weavers won't reveal the secret of a special color or particular pattern, Myers said, especially now in what she called "generations in transition." Traditionally all women were weavers, but now it's common for only the oldest sister to learn to weave so she can earn money teaching and making cloth to sell. Weavers make cloth for their household and their family's clothing. Myers said men of even the highest status are "tremendously proud" of their wives' weavings.

Women who marry receive textiles as gifts, Myers said, and the bride uses these cloths as needed. Women's role producing cloth is closely related to their reproductive nature, in contrast to men's role in cutting, stitching, painting and weaving, which is much more formalized, she said. Their work decorates monasteries and shrines. Religious subjects are not open to innovation, they are not individualized.

Most of the work at White Lotus was created by women, but there is a wonderful mandala and several marvelous portable scroll religious paintings edged with brocade created by men. As Myers puts it, the men are artists. The women are creative artists.




Autumn Abundance
Something for everyone in coming weeks.
By Aria Seligmann

 
Waiter (gary lamoin) just wants Isadora (nancy hopps) to make a decision in Isadora's Choice, part of 99MMM Thursday, Nov. 9 - Saturday, nov. 11 at LLTC.
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It's perfect dinner theater. Classic,
light fare, served up with a dollop of fine production values: a deliciously pretty set, lovely costuming and a new lighting system that casts a flattering glow over the entire cast, who looks good anyway because of the quality of hair and makeup. Those details stand out in ACE's Charley's Aunt, showing through Nov. 18.

REVIEW:
Lead performances were charming. Eric Murray is wonderful as Lord Fancourt Babberly/Charley's Aunt. It's obvious he's having a good time with this role and he conveys that to the audience. Although I'm still having a hard time letting go of Schmendiman, I liked Jesse Lally's Charley Wykeham. I hope to see Lally in a few more productions to see how far this actor can go; twice so far (first in Picasso), he's impressed with tremendous stage presence. The other powerful lead was Bruce McArthur as Jack Chesney. I've also seen this young actor before and have been impressed with his skill.

I saw the show opening night and what struck me then was that the secondary characters all needed to come up to the level of the leads to take this production to its potential. It's been a couple of weeks and I would hope those performances have improved.

The other noticeable flaw to this production is that the script can use some editing, especially during dialogues between Lally and McArthur. Even if the pacing improves, the script is still quite wordy and could be pared down without affecting any meaning.

Overall, this is a funny, lovely show and an easily digested dinner-theater piece.


PREVIEW:
This Friday and Saturday, Stuart Phillips and Epic Improv, his contact improvisation group, perform Drop! This particular company performed Pillars of Fire last spring at WOW Hall, and its members have performed individually with many other dance groups around town. Choreographer Stuart Phillips, who has 20 years experience in contact improv, moved to Eugene from Maine to specifically explore the form. "Most of the country has never even heard of it. It's a blank spot elsewhere," he says.

Drop! is an 88-minute work focusing on the evolution of a relationship. It's divided into four sections described by Phillips as: "hate, the initial meeting and illusion that comes forth with all the thoughts and unresolved glump that we project; love, the sense of ease in a relationship that can follow from illusory projection; reconciliation, where you have to deal with problems that arise between each other and work them out, no matter what they are, also called devotion; and resolve, the aftermath of working things out.

"It all symbolizes the relationship with self," says Phillips. He has divided the work into duets, trios and some other configurations.

This dance form works when the dancers are feeling the energy, not playing for show, says Phillips. He adds that the best way for the audience to experience it is to stay present, receive the work and not expect anything "except delight." Shows are at 8 pm at the Lord Leebrick Theatre at 540 Charnelton.


COMING UP:
Opening this weekend are She Stoops to Conquer at UO and The Mousetrap at LCC. Next Wednesday, Nov. 8, Willamette Rep opens the highly anticipated Art, and on Thursday, Nov. 9, Lord Leebrick revives 99 Minutes of Midnight Madness for a three-night run. This time the show's at 8 pm for you non-night owls. The beauty of these 10-minute pieces during their summer premiere was that if you didn't like a skit, you only had to suffer through it for a few minutes before the next one came along. But the good news is that only good ones have been chosen for this reprisal. They are Jujitsu, Asteroids and The Promise all by William Mastrosimone, The Cassowary Bird in the Afternoon by Steven R. Mandell and Isadora's Choice by Leonora B. Rianda.

Not sure about the music yet, probably LLTC's MAD Corey Pearlstein will be jamming on some blues guitar with some TBA friends accompanying him. Oh, and it's still only $5.

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Back From the Brink
The wine sleuth revives. Let's pull some corks.
ByLance Sparks

Deep coma, in the grip of one of those nightmares that will not let go. I slogged through quicksand toward a corridor of doors with no knobs. I climbed steep stairs. Stair became a closing wall; turned around, standing now on high ledge on skyscraper, peering down abysmal brink. Hard wind blew at my back. I flailed for balance. Sirens wailed; no, they sang, each to each, and to me. The ledge morphed into a spiral slide, winding deeper, deeper into a bottomless pit. Tried to brake my fall; arms had no strength, legs felt wrapped in casts. Had no idea where my struggles were taking me, but remembered vividly the work that brought me there.

I had gone into deep disguise in an attempt to exhume, and perhaps revive, the body of Joyful Art buried deep in the mausoleum of Corporate Journalism. I had ferried across the River of Darkness, slipped past the noxious guardian at the gate and penetrated deeply into the Cemetery of Pleasure until I stood before the thick glass and steel door of the crypt. The door was cold as ice to my touch and wouldn't give until, with a wailing screech, it swung eerily open under some ominous power I couldn't detect. Warily, I steeped inside and flipped on my Minimag; the thin light wanly wandered through the sepulchral gloom.

And there she was, the pale loveliness of Joyful Art. She lay, in shimmering robes, atop a gleaming new offset printing press. Though still as stone, she looked merely asleep, as though a slight touch might wake her, even if it came from a gnome like me. I groped toward her. A dark cloak fell over my eyes. Sharp fangs sank into my throat, draining me of precious bodily essences; my very identity seemed to ebb away. The floor melted. I staggered through inky corridors and slamming doors. Wraiths flew around me -- the Demon Beancounter, the Consumptive Lady, the grim-visaged Merchant of Vino -- a cranium-full of hideous figures. Invisible rats gnawed at my ankles and earlobes. A ghastly whisper: "That's not what I meant at all." With fumbling fingers, I tried to draw my pocket PowerMac from my shoulder holster. It slipped away. I swung fists at shadows ...

"Sleuth, honey, wake up. You're safe. You're home."

Sweet voice, faint light, my eyes fluttered open. Above me the lovely face of my Kat, tender hazel eyes meeting mine, luscious red mouth smiling. Her fingertips brushed my cheeks, gentle and light as butterfly wings. I struggled to rise; her strong arms raised me. Other faces swam into view, friends and partners:

"Heyyy, we missed ya." Pencil-point eyes behind specs thick as decanter glass, rodent-like nose: Mole, my main informant. I tried to remember, some important task. "I brung lotsa wine." Yes, wine, that's the ticket.

"Splendid, sir, you've returned." Dapper as Hercule Poirot, Mouse twirled a dark homburg in his elegant hands.

"Welcome back to the world." The voice I knew, but it came through long rows of white fangs on bright red gums in the jaws of a huge coyote. The lower jaw fell open, showing the smiling face of Peter Poet, wearing his Trickster mask. "Good news! Hollywood called! They're making a movie of my latest haiku!"

"Well, if you can move, we have a rather nice little dinner ready." Sandy Party, always stylish, small smile playing at the corners of her mouth, gestures to colorful table, glistening silver and glasses, a feast.

Dizzy but elated, I rose from my seedy couch. I was home. It was time to work: "All right, let's pull some corks."

The Thanksgiving Report: The harvest feast presents serious challenges for wine matches, depending on the menu.

Traditional roast turkey and trimmings matches beautifully with gewurztraminer (guh-VERZ-tra-meener -- don't sweat pronunciation; just point), a white wine of German/ Alsatian heritage. Good, well-made gewurz (nickname) will deliver flavors of grapefruit and pear with a zingy spiciness. Some are made with a percentage point or two of residual sugar, yielding a touch of sweetness that comes across as refreshing with food. We like the drier varieties, particularly a year-in, year-out favorite, Amity Vineyards 1998 Dry Gewurztraminer ($10), crisp, clean, zesty.

Folks inclined to a vegetarian menu might want to try Argyle 1998 Willamette Valley Dry Riesling ($11.50) -- the peachy/green apple flavors of this wine, plus its low alcohol and higher acidity, make for a fine combination with salads, cheeses, and many root veggies.
A feast of fish is fit for fine white wines, but some fish and some wines just make merry. Put shellfish with sauvignon blanc, a dry, crisp white. Some of the most flavorful are coming from New Zealand; try Villa Maria Private Bin 2000 Sauvignon Blanc ($12), with pretty flavors of tropical fruit with herbal notes. For a traditional Loire Valley version, find Cedrick Bardin 1999 Sancerre ($13) for citrus flavors, silky texture, snappy acidity. Salmon entree? Can't beat King Estate 1998 Pinot Gris ($13), a top-shelf wine, a bargain at this price, perfect balance, great flavors.

Sure, there's more to do -- big reds, racy pinot noirs, a whole wild world of wine. We'll get to it. We've got time. Coming out of a nightmare, every second seems to promise new life, a fresh start. It's good to be home and alive, among friends.

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