COPYCATTING, ONE MORE TIME

Copycats, or Inspired by Nature? Glass Artists Face Off in Court [from the NYT front page, print edition June 1, 2006]When the newspaper of record frontpages a story headlined "Copycats, or Inspired by Nature? Glass Artists Face Off in Court," I'm reminded once again of Norman O. Mustill, the "original cat" whose art was copycatted with impunity in the pages of the very same newspaper, as detailed in THE COPYCAT AND THE ORIGINAL CAT.

The New York Times story, which appears on the NYT Web site with the partial headline "Glass Artists Face Off in Court," quotes Dale Chihuly, who is suing two glass blowers, as saying, "Look, all I'm trying to do is to prevent somebody from copying me directly."

That's pretty much what Mustill said when he objected to having "my work morphed, reinterpreted, redeployed, and included (anonymously) among the famous" by an artworld darling who has boasted in print, "Copying has been an extensive part of my work as an artist ..."

Chihuly's complaint and Mustill's sound comparable to me in broad outline, even if the artists themselves and the particulars of the issue are not. Chihuly has made millions of dollars from his work. He is "perhaps the world's most successful glass artist," The Times reports. He employs a factory of craftsmen to make his pieces, and his natural forms are "inspired by the sea."

I don't know how much Mustill has earned from his work, but I don't think he's become a millionaire. He is known only among the cognoscenti of what was once regarded as the avant-garde. Everything he creates is made with his own hands. And his forms, natural and unnatural, are inspired by nothing more than his own eye and a mind cognizant of reality and art, history and politics.

With the money and resources and the determination to sue, Chihuly rates the front page. Without those, Mustill can't even get a letter stating his objection into The Times.

Equally peculiar if not more so, the public editor of The Times, Byron Calame, has chosen to ignore the matter. As posted previously:

I messaged Calame on March 13, alerting him to the [Copycat] item and expressing my dismay at "three months of stonewalling in this matter" before finally receiving an unsatisfactory reply from a Times Style Magazine editor. I got back Calame's standard automated response that my message was received: "Everything sent to this mailbox is read by either me or my associate, Joseph Plambeck. If a further reply is appropriate, you will be hearing from us shortly."

I've heard nothing from him shortly or longly.

I'm still waiting.

Here's the billing in the ad: 'Where' Nature Inspires Art and Art Fuels the Imagination''Postscript: Gee, Virginia. Do ya think there's any connection? The Times has a full-page ad today (Friday, June 2) for a Dale Chihuly show on page 7 in the main news section of the print edition. The ad is too big for my scanner. So here's the top third of it. Ya think Barney (Byron to you, Virginia) will notice?

June 1, 2006 9:25 AM |

Categories:

Me Elsewhere

'WILD SIDE' STILL ROCKS 

Nelson Algren was one of the great American authors of the 20th century, it is no exaggeration to say, and among the most neglected. Consider his underrated classic, "A Walk on the Wild Side." The title -- popularized and co-opted as an idiomatic phrase by Hollywood and Madison Avenue (institutions Algren loathed) -- is familiar to most anyone who speaks English or knows Lou Reed's lyrics. But the novel itself? Hardly.

BUSTER KEATON REVISITED 
Buster Keaton: Tempest in a Flat Hat is not a biography. "This book is merely a fan's notes," Edward McPherson writes in the introduction, although his publisher ignores the disclaimer and calls it a biography on the cover. In fact, the book is a bit of both, a difficult combination to bring off unless you're David Thomson, who set the standard with Rosebud, his penetrating rumination on the life and career of Orson Welles, which was nothing if not a distillation of every obsessive thought he ever had about the myth and the man and all his movies.
LAUREN BACALL, STILL SALTY AT 80 
When Lauren Bacall writes that her singing voice ranges "somewhere between B minus sharp and outer space," she's being candid and funny. It's not every stage star with two Tony Awards for best actress in a musical whose vocal talent offers so little promise. (OK, Harvey Fierstein excepted.) Still less would one admit it.
THE STARS ACCORDING TO BOGDANOVICH 
Peter Bogdanovich's superb collection of movie-star profiles and interviews -- a sequel to Who the Devil Made It, his interviews of top film directors -- begins with an affectionate tale about Orson Welles that reminds us just how intimate the author's connection to Hollywood's greatest has been. But contrary to what we've come to expect from dime-a-dozen celebrities and celebrity interviews not worth two cents, the tale avoids bromidic egotism and journalistic platitudes.
SAMMY'S WHITE DREAMS 
Four decades ago Lenny Bruce sentenced Sammy Davis Jr. to "30 years in Biloxi," stripping him of "his Jewish star" and "his religious statue of Elizabeth Taylor." Now we have two new biographies of Davis that spring him from ridicule, if not from doubts about his legacy, and restore a measure of dignity to a black entertainer whose huge fame and success never overcame his devout wish -- indeed his lifelong effort -- to be white.
more picks

Sites to See

About this Entry

This page contains a single entry by Straight Up | published on June 1, 2006 9:25 AM.

MORE PROGRESS was the previous entry in this blog.

PICTURE IT is the next entry in this blog.

Find recent content on the main index or look in the archives to find all content.

Creative Commons License
This weblog is licensed under a Creative Commons License.