|Photo by Genevieve
We spent our summer vacation out in the arid wasteland of the Black Rock Desert once again, participating in the wild and wondrous phenomenon known as Burning Man. This was my 8th year attending, my husband Dore’s 5th.
This indescribable festival has become an important part of my life. My first year, back in 2003, was a revelation. The experience of the art and the community totally blew my mind right open. It radically expanded my concept of what art is and what it means to be an artist. It also restored my faith in humanity, and gave me a taste of the incredibly positive potential that we, as human beings, possess and can achieve if we make it a priority.
Since that first year, the Burning man community has been integral to my life. I had discovered my Tribe, and found like-minded locals and organizations who held various social events in the L.A. area. Most of my closest friends have sprung from this network of Burners, and countless amazing experiences, including meeting my husband, have resulted from associating with this mad mix of artists, musicians, dreamers, dancers, DJ’s, evil geniuses, builders, healers, helpers, hippies, teachers, clowns, freaks, geeks and many more inspirational characters.
Over the years I’ve been involved in many Burning Man art projects and volunteer activities. I’ve installed my own art piece in Center Camp. I’ve helped others with their art cars and theme camps and installations. I’ve lit the lamps of Black Rock City in duststorms and guarded the sacred space of the Temple as the sun rose over the playa.
|Photo by Dore
The Medicine Wagon is another camper trailer/art piece built by some good friends of ours who’s last name is Peacock. They commissioned me to do the artwork, inspired by the old patent medicine wagons. Professor Peacock’s Miracle Elixir claims to address such troublesome afflictions as Blueballs and Spontaneous Combustion , among other things. The Peacocks make specially-labeled bottles of liqueur or herbal spritzer to give out as gifts. Their decorated camper wagon was part of the inspiration for our own Calliope The Wonder Wagon.
The two wagons have since become camp companions, and this year we arranged and decorated them to form a welcoming entrance to our cozy camp kitchen and lounge area. Even though we were kind of out in the boonies, away from most of the art and action that takes place in the center of the city, the wagons tend to attract attention. Folks riding by on their way to somewhere else will stop to get a closer look. That’s when we pounce – luring them into our little lair with the offer of a cold drink and conversation.
This year we had a whole slew of visitors from all over the world stop by and hang out with us for a spell. Old friends stopped by, and strangers became new friends. We cooked meals and shared the surplus, gave away many beers and sodas and re-filled water bottles for thirsty travelers. We heard many intriguing tales and received some lovely gifts. At one point, I’d say about 30 people joined us for our Stone Soup night – a camp tradition where our campmates and neighbors contribute whatever ingredients they can spare to two huge beer kegs converted to soup pots (one with meat, one without). The resulting soup is always magically delicious!
|Photo by Mike Smith
But despite our determination to be as lazy as possible this Burn, we managed to win an Award of Excellence! Near the end of the week, a pair of travelers stopped by wielding a giant suitcase. They inquired as to the makers of the two wagons, popped open the luggage and handed us a large envelope. We had been chosen to be honored as one of 300 winners of the Necklace Factory camp’s Burning Man 2013 Awards of Excellence. We were presented with an iron-on patch and marvelous electrum medal featuring the UFO-shaped base of this year’s Man. The medal came with a battery to slip into the back, which powered its sound-activated blue blinky lights.
We also received a beautiful printed and signed certificate, which touched me so deeply I couldn’t finish reading it aloud. I wasn’t the only one whose eyes were watering.
It references this year’s theme of “Cargo Cult”, and it quite eloquently describes the effect that the art and experiences out there on the playa can have. I’ve transcribed the text here, in case the photo is difficult to read:
“We come to the desert, overflowing with abundance. Great cars and trucks, recreational vehicles, motorcycles and even airplanes. We bring more food than we can eat, more clothes than we can wear, more music than we can listen to, and more friends than we have time to visit. We rush into the day and race into the night…stuffing our faces with wonder and magic. We witness miracles of sight and sound that are brought to us by fantastic artists who travel frum around the world…just to stretch our minds to overfull.
We are the newest evolution of Cargo Cult, and we are created by you, the Artist of Note. The Winner. Your cargo is splendid, your generosity is boundless and your motives are beyond our understanding. YOU HAVE MADE MAGIC.
You are the winner because through your magic you have made Hope. People you will never meet walked up to your creation and were made happy. Strangers to you found reason to live larger, and smarter and more free from the persons they were before they saw your work. That is why you are the winner of the 2013 Necklace Factory Awards. You join a rare group of artists who are making someplace new – a richer, funnier, tastier future.
And when we all return home in our great cars and trucks, our RVs, motorcycles and airplanes…when we take home all the food we couldn’t eat, and the music we had no time to listen to…when we are cleaning the mountain of clothes we barely had time to wear…we will be thinking of the most precious cargo of all: the hope that was created by being witness to your work.
When the Muggles in our life ask why we glow with confidence, and move with a tired by firm spring in our step, we can gaze fondly into the distance and think of the artists of Burning Man. We can once again be filled with the wonder of your work. And if they ask what these magical artists were like, we can reply the same the Melanesian man trying to describe the unimaginable abundance brought by another long past John Frum: ‘’E look like you and me. ‘E tall man, ‘E live long.’
Your cargo is splendid, your generosity is boundless, and your motives are beyond understanding. YOU HAVE MADE MAGIC.”
Maybe I’m just a silly old woman prone to unabashed displays of sappy emotion (or maybe there’s no “maybe” about it!), but this thing gets me every time. I don’t really need this kind of validation as an artist. It is its own reward most of the time. But damn, it’s grand to be informed so expressly that what we do matters to people. Even when quietly parked in the backstreets of BRC, minding our own business!
So congrats to Professor Peacock’s Medicine Wagon, and to Calliope the Wonder Wagon. Congrats to the Peacocks, and to my wonderful husband who built the wagon I get to pour my creative energies into, and congrats to me for finding my way here to this nexus of time/place/people that allows me to have such precious experiences.
And a heartfelt Thank You to the Necklace Factory camp, for expressing their appreciation, even to the smaller efforts out there, which truly can be just as impactful as the big dollar, fire-spewing extravaganzas. It was a delightful surprise and a highlight of our Burn.
|Photo by Mike Smith
And with luck, our “Award-Winning Calliope The Wonder Wagon” won’t become insufferably conceited over this whole thing! ;)