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Friday, March 12th, 2010Somehow I’m plugged in to the bear circuit cuz I see now this only launched a few hours ago – and of course the first person i’m connected to is someone I know. bearchatroulette.com
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Somehow I’m plugged in to the bear circuit cuz I see now this only launched a few hours ago – and of course the first person i’m connected to is someone I know. bearchatroulette.com
Ever since the first time I saw theater I wanted to design theater. Then I saw Disneyland and knew THAT was what I wanted to design. In Jr High we took one of those tests that tells you jobs you’d be good at if you weren’t sure. I was sure and checked the box for “other” and wrote in artist and Imagineer. How exactly this boy in Fargo, North Dakota would accomplish this, I wasn’t sure. But those cartoons said dreams can come true.

Less then 10 years later I was working at my first job, and it was the only job I ever wanted. I was in the model shop at Imagineering restoring an antique miniature carousel to be the centerpiece of a new resort in Florida. (I would later go on to do concept and show design.) Overseeing this project was “Disney Legend” John Hench, a 90-some year old fond of wearing ascots – ascots! I knew very well who he was – because I was practically a Disney historian – and when he’d stop by my cubicle I’d try to get him talking about the old days. This wasn’t hard as I was working with a woman he liked to entertain.
The stories were all news to her, as she, like a surprising (to me) number of Imagineers, knew little about Disney history. I soon realized though, he’d edit himself in the company of women, and it wasn’t until we were alone that I got the good stuff. Like when he began to tell me why he thought the Disney parks had sustained such popularity. It had to do with humans having a subconscious or genetic memory of once having lived in a perfect world, perhaps the garden of Eden, and that’s we’re all trying to get back to. He began to lose me there. “It was free love and all the bananas you could eat,” He said, then elbowed me and added, “but I don’t know what the ladies thought about it.”

I began taking my breaks up in his office. This was amazing to me that I could. He was the most senior designer on staff, one of the few remaining to have worked with the founder of the Disney company – the man who basically invented animated films and theme parks as we know them – yet John was basically ignored by the senior management he shared the floor with. So I’d sit there in the corner eating my bagel while he leaned over his computer working in Photoshop. Photoshop. I didn’t even know Photoshop then. It was new to him too, “You poke this button and all these little ants start marching around.” And, as he was working on designing the exterior paint scheme for the first Disney Cruise ship, “It’s all in there, the whole ship, but you can only see part of it at a time, you just keep sliding it back and fourth and it’s floating out there in space.” Some days I’d eat my bagel silently as he worked, never knowing I was there.
I asked him about Mary Blair, famous for her design of the Small World attraction. He recalled going to a CalArts fundraiser event and seeing her with a water glass full of vodka, and moments later, with an empty glass and her propped against a wall heading towards the floor.
I asked him about Salvador Dali, whom he worked with on an animated short (“Destino“) in the 40’s. They became good friends and John actually helped him with several paintings. (There’s even a play inspired by their friendship, “Lobster Alice.”) John told me they’d wanted to make a “fanana.” An idea they had for a sculpture of a fan that turned into a peeled banana through a combination of 2 rotating platforms and a pepper’s ghost effect. I’ve often thought I should build it.
Some new Disney attractions struck John differently – and literally. As the high-speed GM Test Track was about to open at EPCOT John had taken a test ride. I was shocked someone his age would go on a thrill ride like that, but I was still getting to know him. “How was it?”
In his slow gravely voice, “After I got off, I told them they should put warning signs on that!…”
“Well I’m sure they are.”
“…Warning signs that say ‘Men wearing boxer shorts shouldn’t ride.’ They take you over these different surfaces, and this one was so bumpy, and those seats are so hard, my testicles were going WHAM WHAM WHAM!” Slapping his hand on the table to demonstrate.
Maybe the pain kept balls on his mind because some time after that he showed me designs for these huge fiberglass characters being sculpted for the new All Star Resorts. A 40′ tall dalmatian from 101 Dalmatians was to be placed sitting on the ground. John insisted the dog be perched on a cushion as he explained “some kid is going to get a couple balls or balloons up under there like testicles and take a picture.”

He did also teach me ways to use color i would have never considered – and I considered myself a good colorist. He explained how when the colonial styled building that houses the epic “American Adventure” show at EPCOT kept growing in height to accommodate the ever growing theater behind it, he had to “keep your eyes on the ground” so you didn’t notice how huge the building was. His solution, using the fact that the eye is drawn to the point of highest contrast, was to use four different whites, each slightly more gray with each higher level, keeping the most brilliant white as the trim on the ground level. Looking at the building you’d never notice the white on the tower isn’t the same as the columns on the bottom.


There were other tricks too. If you think the facade for Disneyland’s Small World is all white, look close next time you’re there and you’ll see the sides of the shapes are painted light blue on the underside and light pink on the top – this warms and cools the reflected light bouncing off those shapes giving a subtle “life” to the facade a truly white facade would lack.
When I was born John was already 66. I can’t imagine being 65 and thinking there’s people not yet born that I’m going to be working with. The worst part of getting laid off from Imagineering was knowing he’d be gone before I’d ever get hired back. And sure enough a few years later, he died. But by chance I happened to stop at an estate sale in my neighborhood only to find it was John’s house. Almost everything was gone as it was late in the day but I did get a terrific 70’s colored metal artist’s cabinet from his studio for $40 that i still use. I also grabbed a roll of architectural drawings laying nearby and paid $10 – when i got home an unrolled it among other drawings was a nearly finished sketch for one of his Mickey portraits.
A few years before, when a friend decided to leave the Disney company she went to John to tell him the news, and expected him to be upset with her decision. Instead, “he took a deep breath and slowly wiped his hands down his face and said, ‘Do you know all the things I wanted to do?’ After elaborating and listing all the things not accomplished, he told her to go go go and not regret it.
There was definitely the sense that he’d stayed with the company (65 years!) out of respect to Walt and his vision – and, i think, also, to the guests that had come to expect quality from the Disney name.
And I think about all the Disney geeks and fanboys that make it their life goal to work for Imagineering – like I had – and here you had the most legendary of all Imagineers wishing he could’ve pursued his own ideas the whole time. Lesson learned. Point Taken. Etc. Etc.


Instead of dealing with my own obscene interior yesterday i made that blog post. In this pic can u find:
The paper mache head i got in Tokyo that I recently wore to a dance party in Chinatown.
2 chairs i bought for the sex club that we won’t end up using that i don’t know what to do with now.
luggage not unpacked since Christmas.
Ikea shelving meant for your garage.
An LA Weekly i can’t toss because it has a hot guy on the cover and I need to find out who he is. I’ve been meaning to do this for over a year.
The cardboard model of the gallery and disco ball prop from my PARTY MONSTER installation.
Every issue of Nest magazine, not in any order.
A Buddha machine.
Childrens toy birds that make noise during an earthquake.
Storyboards for a book project that will never get published.
Issues of McSweeney’s i’ll never get around to reading.
Several lampshades i thought i might use for the sex club but probably won’t but they were only $1 each so i had to.
Vintage Hallmark paper honeycomb centerpieces. (Not that i have a table to ever put them on.)
Souvenir metal miniatures of the World Trade Center I had a NY friend buy me on Sept 11 2001 because I knew every miniature made after that would say “Never Forget” or something.
A box of Obscene Interiors books. No it’s not that box. I don’t know what’s in that box. Oh I just looked, it’s confetti.
The Good Soldier Schweik for Long Beach Opera – It’s a comedy, in English, based on a Czech novel about the start of WWI. Only 2 performances, each in a different theater, the first one being far superior and almost sold out – Get Tix here if u want.
This is the tipsy bar – which i think is quite a sublime little piece. The mugs attach magnetically to metal hidden under the top allowing repositioning of the mugs – and re-balancing or un-balancing of the bar without the mugs falling.

this bed is made from platforms and crates used in other scenes. The look is spoze to be very traveling troupe with a circus/military feel.
I got this green chair for $5. Making it into a wheelchair cost a bit more.

These sketches were rough early concepts. The birdcage was found on craigslist and i added the extra who-ha at the top. I think adding chandelier crystals to those chairs and cage was a bit of genius but that’s me talking about myself. And let me tell u what a bitch it is to paint a birdcage.
this was the front door on Christmas after we cleared the walk.

This was taken as i walked into the gym – from where the car got stuck.

And this was in the Fargo paper today.

I was planning on much more being completed by now but had to pause the sex club effort to do a mega job for a mega company (which I’ll be back on from mid Jan – mid May) and then was asked to design an opera (opens Jan 23 in Long Beach) – which I’m completely absorbed in right now. But in between the two i designed the club’s condom and lube packets.
The condoms aren’t in yet because they must go through FDA approval (yes even if only the packaging changed). In designing them i looked at automotive product packaging and the masculine simplicity of generic IKEA-like labeling. Once inside the club i try to avoid text as much as possible and switch to using icons instead – like a big drip shape to indicate “lube,” because reading is is a forced mental process but image recognition is part of our animal nature – and when you’re in a sex club u r definitely getting in touch with your primal state.

The auto-body shop inspired entry is almost done. It still needs the new light fixtures and a few other elements. I wanted to beat it up and distress it but i can’t bring myself to do it yet. Maybe by may it will have happened naturally.

O and this is why i’m not blogging much – BECAUSE I’M DESIGNING 3 JOBS. Sex club, opera, and this other big secret gig. And while doing all that i’m trying to get Obscene Interiors II to happen, launch a zine, plan another major gallery event/show/party for late summer/fall, and find a publisher for another book project. My bathroom hasn’t been cleaned in months and i’ve discovered Fabreze works when you don’t have time to do the laundry.
I’m also looking for graphic designers (especially with dimensional and/or way-finding understanding), set designers, 3-d modelers/CAD/sketch up, and a lighting designer. And when i say graphic designer I don’t mean someone who laid out their church picnic brochure. I mean a designer with FLAIR and DRAMA who also understands it’s a sin to stretch a font in Photoshop.
Ok so that’s the deal. I’ll continue to post when i can find the energy to stare at my computer for yet ANOTHER hour. But as long as no other dream jobs land on me i’ll be spending May-September 2010 creating my OWN awesomeness for your viewing pleasure. Omg i’m so exhausted most days i just want to cry.
i’m hopping on Luke Nero’s back and we’re both having our birthdays at his club Mr Black Tues Dec 15 here.


The Good Soldier Schweik for Long Beach Opera – It’s a comedy, in English, based on a Czech novel about the start of WWI – if any of that interests you. There is also a scene with 5 guys in a bed together getting enemas. Maybe i should have gone with that for the poster image. There’s only 2 performances, each in a different theater, the first one being far superior I think – Get Tix here if u want.




o and my patent leather poinsettia accented chapeau was an early design from David of the XXX-rated House of Vader created especially for my giganto aerodynamic melon head.
A few years ago I was asked to design some concepts to fill this large atrium space in a mall in Jakarta called “FX”. None of my concepts were realized except for this slide, which was entirely inspired by the slides Carsten Holler did at the Tate in 2006 – something the client specifically requested – only flashier! Which is good because it bothers me when clients want me to do a rip-off of some artist’s work – I just tell them to hire that artist, then they’d get the bonus PR angle of having a “name” artist’s work in their space. But apparently clients assume “name” artists would be difficult to work with, unlike nameless wrists-for-hire like myself.
So here’s one of my renderings, and what what actually built – plus video of Asians flying out the end of it, skidding across the floor. I’m told “Atmosfear” is now the longest slide in the world (being the Tate ones were temporary), and that it’s wildly popular, and makes the mall a ton of money because you have to buy $10 worth of something to get a ticket to ride it.

