Tuesday, July 27, 2021

William T. Wiley (1937--2021)




Iconic artist and longtime San Geronimo Valley resident William T. Wiley died April 25, 2021.

He was part of the Bay Area Funk Art movement that included other renown artists such as Richard Shaw, Robert Hudson and Roy DeForest.


A celebration of his life was held at the San Geronimo Valley Community Center on July 18th.

 

Ethan Wiley dressed in Bill’s classic ‘Mr. Unatural’ attire at San Geronimo Valley Community Center


T-shirt of Wiley created by the artist Zoltron for the occasion


Wiley /Mr.Unatural lithograph

Decades ago Wiley moved to Forest Knolls with his first wife Dorothy and sons Ethan and Zane. His brother Chuck with wife Fran and son Bram lived in Lagunitas, the next village over. (Chuck too was also a talented artist). Their mother, Cleta, lived in Woodacre. 

 

                       Chuck, Fran, Cleta, Bill, Dorothy, Ethan and Zane

 

The last few years of his life were spent in Novato with his second wife artist Mary Hull Webster.

 

Wiley was born October 21, 1937 and raised in Indiana and Washington state. He attended the San Francisco Art Institute, earning his BFA and MFA there and taught at UC Davis alongside Wayne Thiebaud and Robert Arneson.



He worked in a wide variety of mediums ranging from watercolor and painting to sculpture and film. 

 

                                            Two views of the Wiley ‘dunce’ cap

His works have been exhibited worldwide including the Whitney Museum, de Young Museum, San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, Museum of Modern Art, New York, Art Institute of Chicago, National Gallery of Victoria, Australia, Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam, Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Honolulu Museum of Art, the Di Rosa Center for Contemporary Art in Napa, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston and numerous others.



In 2009, Wiley had a major retrospective of his work at the Smithsonian American Art Museum in Washington, D.C. and later at the University Art Museum, Berkeley.


Wiley was a devotee to I Ching, Buddhism, bad jokes and fishing.

 

Many remember Bill for his sense of humor and as a source of inspiration as to what it means to be a creative artist.

 

 

 

Molly remembers Wiley with affection.



A little background on how I met Wiley:

 

I have always loved homes, looking at houses and finding ways to create spaces that worked for people.  For some reason my weird ability to do this led Larry to joke that this might make me the ideal realtor, a job I thought of with much disdain. But, being a single mom with two small kids and a BFA in painting, I decided to give it a try and actually loved helping people find homes that made them happy. 

 

Wiley’s brother Chuck had been a dear friend to me for a long while and encouraged his brother to use me when looking for a new home. Thus, began a wonderful time tooling around Marin and Sonoma counties with Bill.  

 

(We searched for probably a year or so with no luck. Not long after I retired from my relator career Wiley and his 2ndwife Mary found a place in Novato. It was a relief as the start of Parkinson was making it difficult for him to navigate the long winding stairs to his cottage and studio in Woodacre.)

 

During our search, being cooped up in a little car for hours as we drove long stretches of the backroads of these two counties- gave us many opportunities to meander through many different subjects.Wiley talked to me of his teaching and regret that he had not stayed with it longer. What it meant to be an artist who saw his work sell for crazy prices, way above what the piece was originally brought for, how odd it felt to him and yet how proud and important this recognition was to him. We talked of family, which was very, very important to Wiley, and the love for one’s partners, past and present, and friends- who was important to the everyday happiness in one’s life and the importance of one’s relationships. Wiley expressed to me his love of the San Geronimo Valley, the place where he raised his family and the special spot -- the big old ramshackle barn that was his studio--in Woodacre, and of fishing for salmon with his great friend Cato and how much joy he received from pleasures of being on the ocean in a boat.  


 

He also loved to throw the I-Ching, tried to teach me the meaning and reading of the I-Ching (unfortunately I am still a little lost here). There were so many topics we touched on. 

 

We talked of the process of art, what it meant to each artist, how Wiley loved to listen to KPFA and NPR and how much this influenced his art and sensibilities. He encouraged me as an artist, offered to introduce me to a gallery owner friend of his in Sacramento so I could have a show- which I assured him I did not want to do. He believed in me, gave me much praise and enthusiasm for the way I painted, which meant a lot to me. And interspersed with all these wonderful conversations Wiley loved to joke, I loved to hear his jokes and would try to remember them to pass on to my brother who also loved jokes. 

 

So, you can see why I truly treasured my time with Wiley and felt very lucky to be hurtling through the countryside with this wonderful, sage, and funny man.

 


Here are Richard Lang’s memories of Bill Wiley: 


https://sfelectricworks.wordpress.com/2021/04/30/434/



Thursday, May 13, 2021

The 31st Annual 'It’s Virtually Spring' Art Show

 



                                                         “Open Secret” by Cris Nyne

This year’s annual Spring Art Show at the San Geronimo Valley Community Center --like all things during the plague years-- is a virtual event.


                                                                          
“Anti-Hero” by Evan Hobart

We have about half of the normal turn out and, of course, a virtual event doesn’t replace being in a packed gallery space on an opening night with friends. But, nevertheless, I’m still very pleased with the results--and impressed with our artist’s resiliency. Thanks to everyone who participated.


“Cows on the Hill Standing Perfectly Still in a Dream" by Donn DeAngelo

We had an ‘opening’ event on Zoom with a slideshow presentation and forum.

You can see the whole work and slideshow by going here:

31st Annual Spring Art Show


Wednesday, May 5, 2021

Yes, It’s National Cartoonists Day!

                                               William Kemp Starrett 1914


Fay King 1918




                                                       Charles H. Sykes 1914


Geo. M. Baker 1918

                                                              Leslie Elton




                                  H.T Webster goes to the Dutch Treat Club Night 1926




May 5th is also Ron Turner Day in San Francisco


Check it out:




http://cbldf.org/2015/05/san-francisco-celebrates-ron-turner-day-in-style/


Other National cartoonists Day posts:

https://larryrippeeandmollyreaart.blogspot.com/search?q=national+cartoonist+day 

https://larryrippeeandmollyreaart.blogspot.com/2019/05/yes-once-again-its-national-cartoonist.html



Wednesday, March 24, 2021

Virginia’s Day

                                     (October 9, 1917- March 24, 2009)
 

Saturday, March 6, 2021

S. Clay Wilson July 25, 1941 – February 7, 2021

One of the granddaddies, the iconoclastic point man, of the underground comix movement.

 

                                              An absolute wild man.  

                 One of the most original humans to have walked the planet.    



Zap Comix #3 




Among of the earliest work I saw by Wilson. included his limited edition “Drawings by S. Clay Wilson"


                   And before that his drawing in the Yellow Dog tabloid in 1968


Yellow Dog # 4 1968

Yellow Dog # 3

 

The first time I saw S. Clay Wilson:

 

 I remember the first time I laid eyes on him. 


I was hanging out with Gary Arlington at the San Francisco Comic Book Company (Circa late 1969 --or maybe early 1970). 

 

Wilson came into Gary’s shop just at closing time, wearing a shiny new (to him) light blue jacket.

 

I didn’t realize who it was—all I saw was a big, booming, long-haired, jolly guy. Forceful, completely pleased with himself and his new jacket. Showing it off to Gary, talking loudly. It took me a few minutes to realize it was the (even then) legendary S. Clay Wilson. 


Then I tensed up. My sense of awe kicked in.  (I was a scrawny barely out of high school hippie kid and wanna-be cartoonist)

 

I could not remain relaxed after I knew I was in the presence of the creator of Capt. Pissgums the Pirate, the Checkered Demon

 

He looked like a deranged biker and he filled up a room but Wilson wasn’t truly threatening.   He demanded a lot of attention and was always likely to change up a situation.

 

In the olden days: I never knew him but I was often around him, like a background extra in his show.

 

 

Just another run-of-the-mill day in Wilson’s universe

 

I always think of the occasion, in 2005, that a bunch of us gathered to clear out Gary’s flat to clear it out after he went to the Laguna Honda Hospital and Rehabilitation Center.


Wilson had entered the place (utter chaos, filled with rare comics and cat urine). On his way out carrying a box down the front porch stairs he shouted in a monotone “Bring Out Your Dead”. 

 

It was the best expression of how I felt at the moment.



A few more random drawings



 

                           A couple of drawings from my collection below: 



bought this odd little item (above) from Wilson around 1979


A very early piece he did in 1958



                   And heres my drawing for a Loonies event hosting Wilson




The last time I saw Wilson:

 

The Alternative Press Expo (APE) convention in San Francisco, November 1, 2008. 

 

It was the end of the convention day. A significant rainstorm was brewing outside.

 

I was hanging out at a table not far from the main entrance chewing the fat with cartoonist Jaime Crespo.

 

Wilson had spent the day at the Underground table.

 

He was on his way out. He sauntered by us, smiled and tipped his hat, and walked out.

 

That was the night he wound up drinking with friends and never made it home. He was found the next morning, unconscious, laying between two cars in a large puddle of rain water on Landers Street, in very bad shape, near death. (He was either mugged or fell. I don’t believe it was never determined).

 

He never really recovered from that. He, too, wound up at Laguna Honda  Hospital.