I have written about Tyler Hoare several times. He embodies what for me is everything good about Berkeley. In this post, I update readers on his search for missing works and his search for a home for new works.
The Snoopy submarine that Hoare launched in Emeryville on March 15, 2019, disappeared between March 23 and March 24, 2019.
On March 15, 2019, Hoare launched s Snoopy submarine in Emeryville. It washed up on the shore and sat there for a few days, but then disappeared between March 23 and March 24, 2019.
Photo: Tyler Hoare
Where did it go? Either to sea or to a backyard.
This Red Baron airplane inspired Albany High School students for 40 years
There is a new principal of Albany High. In the 2018-2019 school year, she decided to remove the plane. She based on her decision on:
1) Some students objected to the guns on the plane. Really? Do they object to books about war? Do they not know the “Ballad of Snoopy and the Red Baron?” Do they think that the guns are real? In their defense: the first comic strip featuring Snoopy fighting the Red Baron appeared on Sunday October 10, 1965. The students don’t remember that. The Principal probably doesn’t remember – or know – that. I’d bet that she don’t remember the Queen of Soul.
2) A student objected to the glorification of the Nazis. Oh dear. There is a difference between World War I (here) and World War 2 (not here). Wasn’t this a teaching moment, an opportunity for historical remediation?
3) The principal worried about what would happen in the event of an earthquake. It survived Loma Prieta just fine. The installation was engineered. Maybe further engineering?
After it was taken down it disappeared. Where did it go?
Photo: Herman Bustamente Jr. courtesy of Tyler Hoare
This securely installed UFO went away. Where? Not known.
Despite the fate that befalls most of his installations, Hoare is back with more.
He has built the 36th and 37th iterations of Snoopy and the Red Baron.
They sit in his garage waiting their day.
They wait not alone. Hoare’s wife was gone for a week on a work trip. During that week, Hoare went on a tear.
The Snoopy submarine lives on outside Hoare’s memory.
Matt and Lena, owners of the Compound Gallery in Oakland, made a one-off book for Hoare with photos of the submarine’s short but brilliant life. What a wonderful gift, no?
I peeked into my friend’s quarters.
His Christmas wrapping project had gotten away from him and he was just now cleaning up the detritus. Before I could say anything, he handed me a postcard and two photos that Gabby had sent him.
“Gila Bend, Arizona, the Crossroads of the Southwest. It was once an ancient Hohokam village. It calls itself the quirkiest town in Arizona. They got dinosaurs and the Gila Bend Visitor Center & Museum and petroglyphs and the Space Age Lodge. It’s 750 miles,11 hours. Gotta go. Probably right after the holidays. Wanna come?”
I said I’d think about it but for the time being wanted to know what he thought about the draft post about submarines and UFO’s and World War 1 airplanes with an anthropomorphic dog flying them?
