The Unkindest Cut: David Lynch's Blue Velvet
The Unkindest Cut: David Lynch's Blue Velvet

Talking to Myself: Dave Barton Interviews Dave Barton

When I scribble a good review, the people on the receiving end are generally so grateful for the kudos, they never question or bother to ask about my internal criteria that determines how their work was superior (or just more interesting) than another's.

They're just relieved they dodged a public crucifixion.

A negative review will generally draw fire from fans of the artist, who will proceed to tell me that I'm clueless and that I should engage in unsavory sexual exploits with a relative.

The artists themselves never respond to criticism and I assume it's for a couple of reasons: 1) They don't care because they know these things are subjective,  2)  It will look like sour grapes if they say anything or 3) I just said in print what they already know about their work.

I was brought to this discussion by a young man who approached me at a showing awhile back. He saw the yellow legal pad, asked me what paper I wrote for and then proceeded to drill me on how I came to differentiate between what I perceived as good or bad art.

On the assumption that one person in public asking me directly means that there are dozens more wondering privately, here is a 4-question introduction to myself.

As you read my reviews, comments and quips--both positive and negative--feel free to keep this bias list in mind while deciding whether I hit the mark or should go fuck my mother.

Dave Barton/OC Weekly: What's your background in art?

Dave Barton: I took the standard Intro to Art in college, but never made it through an entire class. I learn by doing and reading, so since an Art History class didn't involve much doing, I preferred to ditch the class and just read the book. I'm a voracious reader and I also watch a lot of documentaries, so between the two, I have most of the basics.
I majored in Sociology, Political Science and English, taking enough general education classes to be knowledgeable in many things, but specialist in none, dropping out of school to get involved in politics as an activist just before I would have gotten a degree.
I ran a non-profit theater company for twelve years and opened a new one in March, directing  over 50 plays, as well as writing a couple dozen one-acts and adaptations. I'm also a film director, with several shorts and a full-length feature film (currently in post-production) under my belt. I won an award for my first effort--an experimental film about the Religious Right, called Put on a Happy Face. A second film about the same subject, Holy Wars, was censored by the college I attended.
As a result, I respond viscerally to visual art--I am enamored with photography in variety of different styles. Films have taught me the importance of the image, books have explicated the importance of subtext and metaphor, theater has shown me movement, how to light and costume it and how one draws an audience's focus.

What do you tell good art from bad?

I know something's special when it makes me look at the world differently or shows me something in plain sight that I never noticed.
When that happens, there's a physical moment, almost sexual,  where I can feel my heart beat faster, my eyes widen and my mind clear a bit when I see something really good.
My tastes lean towards the political and the button-pushing, so I like difficult work that's the equivalent of impolite talk at the dinner table, but I also get completely lost (and even a tad teary-eyed) in the presence of beauty.

Define beauty.

Recent examples: Greg Louganis diving. The poetry of W.H. Auden. Geek goddess Olivia Munn. Basically anything that artist Elizabeth McGrath touches. The French film Give Me Your Hand. Phyllis Nagy's play Disappeared. Post-mortem photography. Christopher Hitchens' voice reading his book, Hitch-22: A Memoir.

Name five artists you connect with and why.

David Lynch: While he's a political conservative and that would generally poison my feelings toward him, Lynch's dark, very unique vision of the world, the puzzle box that is his brain, and the compassion that lurks, hidden amid the horror... nobody beats it, frankly. For an introduction: The dense but comprehensible (after some processing) Mulholland Drive and the ugly beauty of Blue Velvet. Personal favorite: Even though Lynch was a director for hire on The Elephant Man, it also feels very much his.

Grant Morrison: I can't begin to say that I fully understand where graphic novelist/comic book sage/magick practioner Morrison is coming from all of the time, but I appreciate that he's carved out his own path and attempts to bring his readers along with him. For an introduction: The entire run of The Invisibles (which The Matrix looted for many of its best ideas) is a good start, as well as his mind-fucking turn on New X-Men. Personal favorite: The one-off Kill Your Boyfriend.

Larry Clark: Whether shooting junkies slamming drugs or not cutting away from a scene of red-faced, cum-splashing auto-erotic asphyxiation, film-maker/ photog Clark is a moralist in voyeur's clothing. Choose to look away at your own risk, because he's going to rub your face in it. Introduction: His film Kids is like walking through a sewer for ninety minutes, but worth a viewing. His photographic essay about addiction, Tulsa, is unflinching and (a rarity in photo books) also inexpensive. Personal Favorite: Ken Park contains the scene mentioned above, among a host of other controversial content that's kept the 2002 film from having an official release in the United States for over eight years. You can buy copies from Russia on E-Bay or down-load it illegally on-line at various sites (or so I hear).

Mark Ravenhill: I'm a big fan of the provocative British playwright--whose notorious play Shopping & Fucking I'm currently in rehearsal for. He eloquently decries the state of the nation (or, at least, the state of our individual nations) with a foul-mouthed sense of humor and a vicious skewering of vapid pop culture. Introduction: Come see my production of S&F opening October 15 at Monkey Wrench Collective in Fullerton. Personal Favorites: Some Explicit Polaroids (which I've directed twice) and  Shoot, Get Treasure, Repeat, a series of seventeen anti-war one-acts that has, as far as I can tell, never been produced in its entirety all at one time. Since many of the plays reference each other, it'd be fascinating to be able to see all of them together. Since his work is still distressingly undiscovered territory in the US, keep your fingers crossed, but don't hold your breath.

The Sex Pistols: While the Pistols were always a bit of a sham, with their persona carefully woven by marketing genius Malcolm McLaren, their first album was an ear (and eye)-opener for me, coming at a time when my musical world revolved around the limitations Fleetwood Mac's internecine sexual  jealousy and Led Zeppelin's druggy ramblings. The Pistols confronted those apathetic dinosaurs with a gob in the eye and a kick in the ass. Just play the videos for Zeppelin's Whole Lotta Love and then The Pistol's NSFW live version of Bodies and you'll see what I mean.


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