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‘Communicating Clearly’

Posted on March 4, 2011 by Varg

The Mardi Gras costume market mess: a post-mortem and editorial

The best way to achieve it is for the city to communicate clearly with artists and vendors — and to make sure city fees don’t outstrip people’s ability to pay.

From the last line of the story, the “communicating clearly” part. It doesn’t happen.

I was up at City Hall the other day and they had all sorts of tables set up on the first floor, checking cholesterol and blood pressure and such. Sneaky. I wonder how many blood pressure readings were high simply from being at City Hall?

Every January, the 200 or so Jackson Square artists are required to renew their licenses. Sometimes they go in groups, some go alone, some do it early, others procrastinate. What they all do is dread it. What seems to be the general mood when going to the Bureau of Revenue is trepidation. “Pack a lunch” my friend told me once. You can see the aversion and anticipation of confusion on folks’ faces when they start to picture themselves in there.

Visits to the Bureau of Revenue are like snowflakes, no two are the same. And like Forrest Gump’s chocolates, you have no idea what’s going to happen. No two clerks are the same.

They don’t accept cash there and they have started not accepting checks either (which I think is bloody awful). Not sure why they don’t take either. Some artists speculate that they don’t trust the employees with cash and they don’t trust the vendors with checks. I’m not sure why actually.

So if you are unsure what your total for fees and maybe fines is, you have no idea how much you are supposed to bring for the money order. One artist on the Square tells of how he had to buy a money order for .25 to get his license. So you are going to make at least two trips to City Hall.

I was found on Jackson Square for not having proof of permits the same day the costume bust happened and issued a summons. I didn’t mind. Some artists actually want them to check more often to make sure everyone who is on the fence has gone through the process. I actually thanked them. Issue I had was, when I went in to the office to show that I did indeed have the permits. I was told by the clerk, “Yeah, you need to have these permits on you.” I know this. I’m not up at City Hall just to show them off. I mean, there was a reason I was out of my pajamas on a Monday right? I have the power of deductive reasoning. My mind told me, “If you don’t want to be made to put on clothes on a future Monday, you better bring those permits from now on.

But the amount of confusion people face in City Hall is a real issue. Nobody on the Square, and I am assuming this is a representation of every business that visits Bureau of Revenue, has any faith that what they are being told at one point will be the same thing they are going to hear the next time. It’s a crap shoot in there.

I know the departments at City Hall endured eight long years of Ray Nagin and I don’t expect the new administration to simply turn everything around in one year. But to “communicate clearly with artists and vendors” will hopefully be one of Landrieu’s goals for Bureau of Revenue.

1 thought on “‘Communicating Clearly’”

  1. rickacrossdariver says:
    March 4, 2011 at 7:07 pm

    ” I don’t expect the new administration to simply turn everything around in one year.”

    cross your fingers and hope for the best.

    http://www.nola.com/politics/index.ssf/2011/03/new_orleans_city_hall_dysfunct.html

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3 Noble Truths

Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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