A Conversation with Bay Area Pop Artist William Maul

During my shifts as a Museum Experience Representative at the Triton Museum of Art, I spend the majority of my time in the rotunda welcoming patrons into the museum. From my vantage point at the front desk I can clearly see three works by Bay Area artist William Maul, “Charter Members of the Deadbeat Club,” “Man’s First Flight to Venus--The Female Planet” and “Dodgem.” These playful works are part of Pop. Funk, and Just Plain Fun! an exhibit featuring Pop and Funk art by Bay Area artists from the museum’s collection. The collection of paintings displayed are bright and bold, blending each artist's unique style with well-known pop-culture references.

One day as I sat at the front desk listening to the low mumble of voices in the galleries mix with the excited chattering of birds outside, a man and woman entered the museum. The pair did one lap of the rotunda before the man returned to my desk. He leaned in slightly and said. “I painted those,” gesturing to “Dodgem” and his other works. 

“Oh! You’re William Maul?” I said, surprised and delighted.

“You can call me Bill!” 

“Is it strange to see these paintings again after so long?” I ask. 

He smiles with his eyes and nods. “A man bought these paintings from a show. I had no idea the Triton owned them until recently,” he explains. 

He pauses, shifting his weight back on one leg and tilting his head. I often do this too when looking at paintings of my own, shifting my perspective ever so slightly to understand the composition from all angles. A professor of mine  once told me that if you pay attention, you can always pick the artists out from a museum crowd because they “dance with the work,” moving as close as they can, then back, and finally side to side in an effort to understand the way it was made. Bill Maul was dancing with his paintings. “This is actually my favorite painting on display,” he says, gesturing to “Dodgem.” He looks at it like an old friend. The dance continues. “Would you like to hear about it? It’s a bit dark though.” 

I assure him I would. 

“That’s me,” he says, pointing to the teenager on the bicycle. I look between him and the boy, noticing now the resemblance hidden by age. Although he didn’t realize it at the time, his uncle bought that bike for him as a distraction. His mother struggled with severe mental illness for years, checking in and out of institutions before taking her own life seven years later. He narrates the painful details of his story to me in a matter-of-fact tone like a professor giving a lecture about the facts of another person’s life. Each of the elements in the painting symbolize a part of his experience of his mother’s illness. The grayscale scene of terror and chaos pulled from the 1956 science fiction classic Earth vs The Flying Saucers speaks both to the sense of uncertainty and chaos he felt, but also to the soothing glow of the black and white TV sets of his childhood. For Bill, pop culture, and TV specifically served as an escape from his own reality. The artist gestures to the man in the cape. “Do you know who this is?” He asks. He isn’t at all surprised that I do not. I learn that this cartoonish villain who I would often spot out of the corner of my eye is Sir Graves Ghastly, a TV personality popular during the 1970s. As a child, Bill idolized the character and even sent a letter to him asking for his autograph. He laughs when he tells me that he received only a grainy xerox of a signed photograph in return. When TV wasn’t enough to distract him, Bill would go to the carnival--a place which has historically marketed itself as an escape from the mundanity of regular life--to ride the Dodgem bumper cars; hence the namesake of the piece. 

After he finishes talking about the painting he grows quiet and still. “It’s all about escaping,” he says finally. 

Although he doesn’t elaborate further I can see why this painting is his favorite of the group. It is a painting as much about his mother’s illness and his coping mechanisms as it is about the origins of his voice as an artist. What began as a way to cope with familial trauma and tragedy has turned into a lifelong artistic obsession. To look at Bill Maul’s work, with all its humor and contradiction, is to witness a celebration of the pop culture that saved him.


Miniature Mailable Art and the Quarantine World

Here in Hawaii we are in day 55 of quarantine.

It’s been a crazy last couple of months filled with anxiety and uncertainty about the future for everyone. I have so much to be thankful for. I have a roof over my head, food in the fridge, a partner who loves me and the support of a network of family and friends who care about my happiness and success. Even with all of these advantages that I know many others do not enjoy, this period has been tough.

At day 55 Mitch and I have adjusted to our new normal, but the first weeks were filled with anxiety as I watched everything I took for granted on a daily basis change. I felt isolated despite the mountain of virtual communication and support I was receiving from friends and family. Somehow the messages coming in felt more like a burden than anything else. When I feel myself slipping into an emotionally distant and dark place I find it hard to bring myself to interact with those I care about. I am afraid that they will ask me how I am doing which will present me with a terrible choice. Do I lie and cover up my pain, or tell the truth and watch as they struggle to comfort me from afar. Even as I crave their comfort, I shrink away from those who want to help.

Considering the magnitude of this situation, I knew that all of my friends and family were probably feeling the same way that I was. I wanted to do something for them that didn’t feel like checking in or asking questions. I wanted to do something that would bring a smile to their faces and make them forget about the new normal we are all coping with.

Flashback to a few months ago when I was still employed and had no idea of the pandemic looming in the future. I came across a pack of old plastic slide mounts being thrown away at work. They were the kind I have only seen used in a real life classroom once by an elderly art history professor. It struck me then that they looked a lot like very small matting frames for art. I took them home, placed them on my desk and promptly forgot about them.

Flash-forward to two weeks into quarantine. I was sitting at my desk, wondering what to do and suddenly I noticed the plastic slide mounts . I decided then that I would make miniature portraits to fit into these 1” x 1.5” frames. I began asking my friends and family members for photos of their pets.

I was pleased with the paintings and their frames, but realized they needed something more if I was going to send them out since the slide mounts didn’t have nice edges and once open, didn’t remain closed. I searched around on Amazon for frames, but quickly realized that I would need to make my own because these portraits were simply too small. After watching a video on how to make dollhouse picture frames I began furiously cutting and glueing popsicle sticks together so that I could slide my miniature paintings in them. Voila! I had an army of miniature framed paintings ready to be mailed to my friends and family across the country.

In the following weeks I received many texts and calls from friends and family. The best part about these texts and calls were that they had nothing to do with the virus. They were just about joy, family and friendship.

This was my small effort to use art to bring a little joy to a world turned upside down. I hope that you all are safe and happy!

Summer Party Art Auction at the MFA Boston 06.08.2019

The day I opened my email to find that my painting had been accepted to be a part of the 2019 Summer Party Art Auction, all I could think about was getting my way to Boston to be there in person. Despite the expanse of ocean and full breadth of the continental USA that now separates myself from the place I called home for the past four years, the decision to attend was made the moment I read the acceptance email. There was no other option. I was going!

Upon arriving at the Museum my fellow artists and I were ushered in up the grand steps and into the lower rotunda where my work rested upon a wooden easel in front of walls adorned with John Singer Sargent paintings. What a surreal moment to see my painting displayed—if only for the night—alongside a master I have long admired! That in of itself would have been enough, but the night proved to have even more in store.

Not long after our arrival, the VIP guests began to trickle in dressed to the nines in tuxes and evening gowns. Before long the trickle hastened to a steady flow of people stopping to admire our work on their way to the elegant courtyard below. As an artist, I have found that one of the most gratifying moments I can have are those in which I am allowed to observe others interacting with my work without my interference. The sincerity of their gaze is a rare treat. When else do I get to see an unadulterated response to my creations?

As the night continued and the second wave of guests arrived, I floated in and out of the rotunda alternately talking with people about my work and allowing myself the simple joy of observation, all the while bonding with my fellow artists over the performances and the elegance of the party. I cannot emphasize enough how much happiness and pride this event gave me.

In the months leading up to this auction I have found my artistic process grinding to almost a complete stop. The lack of an academic environment has been difficult for me. Between the lack of studio space, time, guidance, and dare I say deadlines, I have struggled immensely to sustain an artistic practice I can be proud of. Accompanying my lack of productivity is a growing lack of confidence in my work and my artistic vision. This auctions has truly renewed my confidence and commitment to my art practice.

Thank you to the MFA and the Museum Council for all their hard work putting together this event. The night proved to be magical in so many ways and I cannot accurately express how blessed I feel to have been a part of it all. It really was one of the most gratifying moments thus far in my artistic career. Lastly, thank you to the kind soul who saw something special in my work and decided to place their bid.