Mon, May 11, 2009

amybean dropped by ToyCyte HQ last March, but she’s been a part of the Bay Area art scene for the last two decades. Her creative output ranges from the cozy to the crazy. Her career path has included plush, pyrotechnics, prototyping and lots of stuff in between. Those following today’s Throbblehead post, will be stoked to learn that the most recent concert amy attended was, in fact, Throbbling Gristle. amy’s latest endeavor is an homage to the elusive Skunk Ape with a series of intricately detailed hand-made plush dolls. I had the opportunity to chat about cryptids and eat caperberries with amy last week, and I learned a lot. I also got to check out the whole Skunk Ape gang in rare close-up, and they’re awesome. To borrow a phrase from the Skunk Ape’s “mythical” compatriot: the (Jersey) devil is in the details. You could get to know amybean in one of her myriad blogs (see below) and attempt to track down the cold trail of the Skunk Ape on your own. Or, you could win one of these spectacular 12-inch beasts right here when you enter…
amybean likes to think that the Skunk Ape stays hidden “because of a highly evolved camouflage wardrobe, as well as other, more urban outfits that allow for perfectly anonymous blending in a crowd.” The first urban camo shoutout was to Florida, where the most famous Skunk Ape sighting occurred. To win an incredibly detailed 12-inch handmade plush Skunk Ape customized with your locale, tell us something mysterious about YOUR town or region in the COMMENTS SECTION below. amybean will pick the comment that makes her laugh out loudest, and the winner will get a Skunk Ape with that town or region’s name emblazoned on an official, limited edition Skunk Ape camo hoodie. Says amy, “Keep it clean, please, this is a family show!” Can’t wait to win? Commission a custom Skunk Ape from amy [at] amybean [dot] com. The Spa Robe Skunk Ape and Sweater Skunk Ape pictured above will also be available for purchase through the ToyCyte store.
Please post your hometown stories by May 24th at midnight PST. We will declare the winner on May 25th, shortly before the next custoMONDAY. The contest is open to anyone, anywhere in the world. If you have already won a custoMONDAY in 2009, please feel free to share your creativity, but you are, regrettably, not eligible for the prize.
Since I was a Wax Trax! listening, RE/Search-reading east coast teenager, I knew all about Survival Research Laboratories. But give the rest of our readers a primer, and describe your involvement in the group.
SRL has been, and always will be, ground zero for large scale catastrophic machine performance art. I first stumbled into this magical world in the summer of 1990 and had my head, heart and guts handed back to me shrink wrapped with a greasy film of pink meats, brewers yeast, and a shredded carnet. I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a prop maker, a prop operator, machinist, machine operator, caterer, video salesperson, floor sweeper, people wrangler. I think the strictly volunteer crew has become a mushroom colony: many unique heads above, and connected underneath by something completely organic.
Which begs the question, how do you get from pyrotechnics to plush?
In 2001, I had to invoke a swift getaway within my so-called life, so, basically, I grabbed my sewing machines and a credit card, and blazed off into a classic CA sunset.
Our readers will know you from Cozy Robots. But you have had a history in toy design and prototyping. Tell us a bit about that.
The deeply cool part of prototype fabrication is the fact that I need to design and build the workspace plus some of the tools on the way to making the final “product” which is often itself a tool on the way to a more final product… it’s like working backstage on a backstage-themed show like Greg the Bunny, or Pirandello’s 6 Characters in Search of an Author. I have a professional history that doesn’t make a lot of sense on paper. My interest in toy making is driven by two simple things: character design, and the presence of some sort of mechanism.
BazaarBizarre outed you as having “more blogs than God.” Can you list them off for us? And how do you avoid cyber-schitzophrenia?
Avoiding cyber-Schizophrenia- whoah, is this thing on or off? Was I getting up or going to bed?
[ED NOTE: I had to delete a few for space!]
Tell us about Skunk Apes and your interest in cryptids.
Cryptids are fascinating to me because of the endless debate of fact vs fiction. Conceptual artist Jill Miller turned me on to the research work of Loren Coleman a few years ago, and the stories and legends have intrigued me ever since. The regional variations within each tale offer much to think about when pondering any one of the fact or fiction scenarios. For example, folktales from all over the world describe a hairy man-beast who persists in eluding proper documentation. When I was first researching the Bigfoot tale, I became particularly interested in a version called the Skunk Ape, said to inhabit the southeast US, and known for its horrible smell. There are two photographs that have become the defining images through continued circulation. There’s something about the face that is a perfect balance of creepy and cute… here’s the back story on the photos: http://www.lorencoleman.com/myakka.html
I don’t always get the chance to bond on the same influences as artists I’m interviewing, so when I noticed a small pic of Bob Dobbs next to a Stooges poster in your work area, I had to indulge. Stream-of-consciousness list-away any and all random influences upon your work…
Noise, nostrils, nerds, seedlings, sociology, success, sex, love, friendship, memes, music, machines, pictures, food, free time, paid time off, opportunity, apes, automation, reading, drawing, cocktails, rain, sleep, the beach, medications, disease, dreams, sunshine…positivism.
What is the most recent toy you bought?
Most recent toy is a set of wearehappytoserveyou.com ceramic mugs. I lived in NYC for 10 years, so these bring me great joy.
You are always really nice. People are starting to freak out and get weird the worse the world gets. Here is a new custoMONDAY question I am debuting: Ask an artist for world advice. Please feel free to give one or more bits of personal, general or direct advice to make the world even an ounce better.
My mom used to always say to me “Be nice, there are enough shitty people in the world” So, uh, BE NICE! (hint: it’s way more fun!!)
What’s next for amybean?
Continuing my non-linear and anti-career choices to the best of my abilities! I’ll be dusting off older characters that have been waiting their turn for further development, sculpting and casting some things from my misplaced sketchbooks. Blogging. Twittering. Facebooking. All characters to be developed into (onto ?) bedsheets and pillowcases, lunch boxes and also some new form of theater. And of course, stickers and t-shirts!!!
Awesome. Now let’s see whose hood deserves a hoodie…Leave your comments below!
May 11th, 2009 at 12:37 pm
These are so wrecked…I love them!
May 11th, 2009 at 12:41 pm
Thanks, Jeremy!!!
May 11th, 2009 at 1:55 pm
OK I’ll kick it off despite being ineligible to win:
To grasp my ‘hood, I’d need a Skunk Ape dipped in patchouli oil wearing a tie-dyed hoodie (made of hemp, ‘natch) that reads “Berkeley.” The fur should be dreaded, and underneath the hoodie, lets have a “Cal Bears” T-shirt. The mystery is where did the smart, radical, experimental culture from the 60s and 70s go? Burned out? Gone straight? Moved to Marin?
May 11th, 2009 at 3:31 pm
Well, let’s see, where to begin.
I am honored to have inspired your adventures and have to have a Skunk Ape for the International Cryptozoology Museum here. A place of honor is saved for it next to “Harrison” from Washington State, “Harry” from the movie, and the Quatchi from the 2010 Olympics.
Hood? Hood? All around us is the hood. The forest has wood. The wild side is good. Where’s Little Red Riding Hood?
Why wear a hood when the ape is best naked? But if it does wear a hood, it would be baked. With “Refuge of the Swamp,” it would be maked.
As to your hometown thoughts, mine is a journey not a story. As an always employed hippie who escaped from Decatur & Little Egypt (I was a Saluki), lived near Van Ness and ran a group home in Mill Valley before journeying to Cambridge, then came North…one last haven happens to be here…in Portland, Maine…an undiscovered last chance for cryptozoologists. Traveling the world to seek cryptids is my trek today, so Portland is a home away from the away.
Cheers and keep up the creative labor,
Loren
May 12th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
As a fellow lover/maker of plush things I have a feeling that a Skunk Ape would do rather well here in NJ. And not only because the Jersey Devil lives in our neighborhood but because there’s dead bodies in our backyard. Back in the day when Jackson was just woods the mob would swing on down and bury their bodies here. And not just bodies, but whole cars with bodies in them. As time goes on the cars have collapsed and we have huge holes dotted throughout our back woods. As least, that’s what they told us when we bought our house…Long live the Skunk Ape!
Best,
Kris
May 12th, 2009 at 6:32 pm
Barrington is mysterious town where nothing interesting EVER happens.
Yet the townsfolk never seem to move away.
They say if the pure bred Barringities find anything interesting to do, their heads explode.
May 13th, 2009 at 2:42 pm
I have another take on “Berkeley”
Cloistered in monastic studiousness–an unhealthy obsession with piezoelectric and electroactive materials–a goofy girl SkunkApe–with blinders–and antennae–and silly socks!
(ok maybe a Cal Society of Women Engineers t-shirt, “When life gives you lemmons, make batteries!”)
May 17th, 2009 at 11:34 pm
My town was oh so small when i was a child…..now it’s all grown up. i live where the I-10 and I-60 meet in between some beautiful mountains.
May 22nd, 2009 at 3:37 pm
It is said that deep in the hills of Simi Valley there is a place where all the dying trucks go. No one knows exactly where it is, but many have seen the old and tired trucks with too many miles, slowly making their way on their journey to their final resting place, the Semi Graveyard! Oh wait, Semi…Simi. Um, yeah. They go there.
May 23rd, 2009 at 12:38 pm
I don’t live there any more, but I use to live in mountains in a small hick town, Gray, TN, during my high school years. Gray just got its third stoplight a year ago. My biology teacher use to look at me and tell me that outsiders like myself were the reason Gray was growing. (The first stop light at the Dairy Queen is what attracted people in the first place.)
Now if Mr. Ape here were to locate to Gray, TN, he would have no worries about being an outsider. People would just think he was hairy from inbreeding (literally, there are two major families, Squibbs and Deakin; you are either a Squibb or a Deakin and they are related to each other too) and that his leathery skin was due to hard work on the farm.
If he didn’t want to do farm work, he can work at the Fossil Museum. The fossil museum is located close to the high school (Daniel Boone High School, mascot: a musket, The Musketeer. No Lie). When fossils of a sloth were found, every gas station in the nearby area printed Plucky the Sloth t-shirts, featuring a poorly drawn blob trying to climb up a tree in hopes to sell them to proud patrons and tourists. (Yes, I have one. I sleep in it. Cheap comfy cotton. Scares my boyfriend when I wear it.) A huge “Keep ‘Em Here” campaign was started when the Smithsonian wanted them. Now a redneck version of the Smithsonian stands that tourists never visit; at least there is now a field trip destination.
So there you go. Gray, TN.
May 25th, 2009 at 10:37 am
Thanks for playing, everyone!! You ALL made me laugh!!
I hereby declare the contest winner to be Mr. Loren Coleman, Cryptozoologist Extraordinaire, and all the rest of ya to be runners up! There is a bona fide consolation prize in the works just for entering, so contact me with your mailing address over here at amy @ amybean.com, and I’ll get that out to you in the next few weeks.
Keep looking and keep believing~
Lots of love, from amybean
May 25th, 2009 at 10:58 am
Awesome of Amy to give everybody a little something. You will not be disappointed. I don’t often have the chance to see all of our custoMONDAY pieces in person, but Amy’s a local, and her work rules. Stay tuned for the next CM coming up in mere moments…