Showing posts with label Rip Cronk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rip Cronk. Show all posts

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Homage To A Starry Night Restored!


Rip Cronk is a legend in Venice, with his famous murals adorning many walls around town. It was with great delight that I saw his newly restored Homage To A Starry Night gleaming and fresh on my morning walk at the Boardwalk. It had been marred by some very low-level tagging, wrecking what has been a popular photo op tribute to Van Gogh in Venice since 1990.


I was also pleased to see Mr. Cronk there on the other side of the building doing touch-ups to his 2004 work Venice Beach Chorus Line, which always reminds me of the old Aardvark store on Pacific for some reason.


See, the thing is, I'm all for paint on every wall in Venice - but GOOD paint. The Graffiti Walls are there for people to learn and hone their craft. Once you get good enough, you might be offered big walls to adorn. People pay for those big pieces to be done, and artists have earned the right to be paid and display their work for all to see. They become landmarks. They become history. No one has the right to paint over any bit of it ... imagine going into a museum and spray painting over a big painting! Same thing. It's respect. Earn yours, and show it to others until you get there yourself.

Seriously.

Thank you to Mr. Cronk for re-beautifying our neighborhood! 







Friday, August 11, 2017

A Werner Scharff Tribute Mural By Jonas Never

There is a new-ish mural of Werner Scharff tucked in at the parking ramp across from James Beach, in a wonderful depiction of the late patron of the arts done by muralist Jonas Never. A lot of people might be wondering who Mr. Scharff was to Venice, so here you go.


Scharff was a German immigrant who made his name and fortune with Lanz, his clothing company best known for its well-loved flannel "Granny nightgown". He saw a dilapidated Venice and began investing in real estate here, amassing a land empire that he had beautified along the way. He commissioned several murals to spruce up the joint, effectively launching Rip Cronk's career while creating Venice landmarks for generations to enjoy (The Van Gogh Starry Night one. The one of Cronk rappeling down the side of the Beach House Hotel. The side of the now Surf Side. Iconic all.) If you look closely, several murals around town feature the tag "Werner loves Simone" as a public declaration of his love for his wife. Sweet.

The L.A. Louver is a gallery that Scharff had built, and he owned the James Beach building also (among hundreds of others, including The Cadillac Hotel), so his memorial mural is exactly where it should be. The kindly looking gentlemen is there driving his convertible with the top down, cruising through Venice for always. A reminder and an appreciation for the history of a very special place, and the people who get it.

Tip your hat next time you're sauntering down North Venice.



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The Doors ... All Day, All Night

Wanna hear something awesome? Literally? Go to the newly refurbished Jim Morrison mural by Rip Cronk on 18th and Speedway and you'll hear what I mean.


Somebody in charge of the building, with a great sense of fun, and fully down with the spirit of Venice, has a speaker playing tunes by The Doors under the mural - all the time. Just quiet enough that you have to be right up next to it, not bugging neighbors or anything, just subtly cool.

I've been by early in the morning, midday, really late at night, just now ("Soul Kitchen") ... and it's always playing, and makes you feel happy to be here every time. How great.

BREAK ON THROUGH!

Awesome. Told you.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Rip Cronk Rips!

Of course I've been familiar with the art of Rip Cronk for years and years ... we all are, here in Venice. His murals are icons of the community, from Jim Morrison on Speedway, to the huge Abbot Kinney on North Venice, from his self-portrait hanging over The Boardwalk, to the brand new one he's been working on for the past three months on the side of Danny's Deli ... I'd argue his art is as important to Venice as any attraction we have.


I was not familiar with the man himself, however, until we sat down and had a beer at Danny's together after he knocked off for the day, so I could learn about how it all came to be. What a cool guy.

Rip grew up on the East Coast, then went to get his art degrees in Florida and New Mexico. From there he moved to Hawai'i, where he got into the mural medium. He didn't feel the desire to pursue gallery art, as it's hard to get into one, and then they just want more of the work that got you in, so your freedom of expression is pretty much censored by the gallery owner's market. No, he wanted to get the big public walls. The walls that not only reach a wide audience, by their sheer size alone, but that also affect society, and become landmarks of a neighborhood, as Mr. Cronk's surely have here in Venice. (Check his website - www.rcronk.com - for super insightful and wise essays on art and culture).


He moved to Venice in 1979 "on a lark", (he's lived here three different times, as he said, he doesn't visit places, he just moves to them) and one day saw an ad for a muralist needed at SPARC. That is what you call destiny. He was, and is, involved with SPARC ever since, and the social/public art they champion. The mural projects gave Rip ways to interact with the fine art context in new and different ways, as evidenced by the variety of his works.


The giant murals come about in different ways. Rip keeps his eyes open for attractive sites, and he's also approached by business owners who want a cool wall, that enables them to be seen as a "culture provider". That then tends to help them commercially, so everyone wins. Rip explained that he's "not trying to make the big bucks, I'm trying to get the big walls." He isn't interested in being commissioned to do, for instance, a big historical vignette, he's more interested in the mural BECOMING history, which it does the day it goes up. The big walls give him the freedom to take ideas in unexpected directions, as he really only does a rough sketch of a piece, and then makes most of it up on the wall as he goes along. It's been fascinating to fly down Speedway every morning and see his progress sailing along, and funny too, as various citizens lobby to get themselves included up on that vast Venice tableau.


We talked about Venice itself a while, and all that Rip has seen change (and stay the same) over the decades. I liked when he said that of the 200,000 people down on the Boardwalk on a weekend, the 2,000 of them that are a real part of the community are all you really see ... the ones that truly have a sense of "Core Community". He finds there to be a very protective, self-regulating camaraderie among locals, that crosses financial lines. "The business owners and the street people have the same values, and mostly even dress the same," said Rip, when explaining how he feels that Venice is really a focal point for creativity.


"Not just the Boardwalk or Abbot Kinney, every SIDE street is FULL of creators, in every house. They've been drawn here for over half a century, and creativity just BREATHES out of here. Even if an idea started somewhere else, it catches on here. It's a cultural vortex." I sat there listening to Rip explain what I've always felt, while surrounded by the faces of Venice past and present that Rip painted on the inside walls of Danny's Deli. You could almost see the faces of the mural nodding in agreement.


Rip has notebooks of ideas that have never been used, because the idea comes from the location. And with Venice as a location, there has been no shortage of ideas. "The Boardwalk is a cultural EVENT that happens every day, unto itself ... Venice is an International Beach, unlike anywhere in the world." That got us to talking about how for as big of an attraction (and revenue earner) as Venice is, how little the city of Los Angeles gives to it (gross bathrooms, poor street cleaning, not enough garbage cans, etc.). On that note, and for the record, Mr. Cronk is FOR Venice cityhood.


Rip now lives up north in Weed, California, where he raises horses with his wife, Lindy. Though not a resident at present, he remains a key figure of Venice, to the extent that publications continually contact him as a Venice source - for good reason. He works down here a lot, obviously, and when he's in town, he can most likely be found - when not up on his scaffolding machine painting - at Danny's Deli, James Beach and the Sidewalk Cafe. He loves the beach and the canals, and continues to be inspired by that creative vortex, even now after all these years.


As far as changes to Venice, Rip said that thanks to things like our Art Crawl (every 3rd Thursday!), people can go out in an alley now and feel safe, and "I like that!" He feels it's less dangerous now, with no loss of edge. One failing, as he sees it, is that hippies seem to have been edged out, and he urges them to come back! (I guess he didn't think I was hippie enough, but then, we just met). "Other than that, everything that's been happening the past 40 years meets with my approval."


And everything I've seen and heard from Rip Cronk, both artistically and humanly, completely meets with my approval.




*There will be a celebration/unveiling of the new Rip Cronk mural at 7 pm on January 25th at Danny's Deli, with Q&A, drinks and fun. Come out and meet the guy behind the giant works of art you see every day!

Monday, June 14, 2010

Stop It.

Summer doesn't really get going at the beach in Venice until more like July. It's funny to watch the news and hear about scorching temps in the Valley or wherever, when you're in a sweater and still a little chilled. I guess the bonus to that is that the Summer lasts longer, all clear and warm until well into the Fall. I guess.

So you put on that sweater and you go for a walk along the beach. You see a seal dying in front of your eyes, being tossed around in the shore break. There's nothing you can do, but tell a lifeguard and walk away, with the image seared into your brain like a cattle brand for the rest of the day, and probably life. Moving on, you almost slice your foot off on a brown, jagged, broken bottle bottom. 'Cause it makes total sense to leave behind glass bottles where little toddlers squeal around in the sand.

You walk a little further up and see a sad bunch of wilted balloons being pushed around in the foam like the seal. Disgusted, you pick them up and take them to the garbage can, only to find it FULL of other balloons inside (at least SOME people bother to put them in the cans)! Folks - your kids will still have a happy birthday without bringing murderous (to sea life) balloons along to the beach. They'll probably like it more, since balloons are kind of creepy/terrifying if they pop. So be forewarned, I will slap your face if I see you at the beach leaving balloons (or cigarettes) behind. I will, and I'm a pacifist. Up off the beach, I see it's phone book delivery time, as every house I cruise past has one on their front steps. WHO in the world still uses big fat phone books anymore? We do not need them, they're a waste of paper and trees, and a complete hassle to even have around, falling out of your cupboard, heavy with lack of use. (Click HERE now to Opt Out of getting them).

Dumb. Stop it.


Feeling rather irked, I pedaled away from the beach, waving to some friendly faces, stopping for a fun chat or two, which changed the whole vibe straight away. I went past the big old Rip Cronk mural of Abbot Kinney on Venice & Pacific, and thought about that dude, Mr. Kinney. How visionary and cool he was, to create such a lasting legacy of a place out of a dream he had. And how we really should honor him by taking a little better care of the joint.

Plus you don't really want to get slapped at the beach, on your sunburn that still got you, through the clouds.

Thanks.