Jeffrey Beebe Red Soil Boys: The Tyranny of Manifest Fairnesses 9/8/16-10/15/16
With a profound debt to the world-building language of Dungeons & Dragons and the fantasy/science fiction genres, Jeffrey Beebe has been obsessively drawing and writing out his world of Refractoria—a comprehensive imagino-ordinary world that is equal parts autobiography and pure fantasy—for the last fifteen years.
During this latest adventure in Refractoria, Beebe explores a brutal campaign of conflict that took place between the culturally "sophisticated" Red Soil Boys and the Horned Rovers clans, an ancient nomadic culture located in an area of vast prairies known as the Coarselands. For decades, it was routine for a small party of the 'Boys to send a hunting party into the Coarselands with the goal of bringing down an Uncle. (These Uncles, man-beast hybrids, were the long-lived spiritual and cultural authorities of the Rover clans, and each clan had its own Uncle.) Often, little came of the expeditions as the Rovers and their Uncles were frequently too clever to be easily caught by the gin-swilling huntsmen. However in November 1126, Horace Whimpie—the son of a prominent Red Soil Boy—was killed in an ambush by a clan of Rovers. This event brought the assembled might of the 'Boys to the Coarselands the following spring, and the Tyranny of Manifest Fairnesses was unleashed—a wholesale campaign of warfare and slaughter against the Uncles and Rovers. Though many battles were bravely fought, the Rovers were brought to the precipice of extinction.
The exhibition includes maps showing the Coarselands and several of the holdings of the Red Soil Boys, including their gargantuan clubhouse known as the Fastness. A large informational diagram illustrating the Uncles defeated in the Tyranny is on display, as well as other bits of ephemera, and many of the photographs of the 'Boys taken during the Tyranny.
Regarding the culture of the Red Soil Boys, Beebe has said in an email discussing the subject: "...Imagine an entire society of Bobby Knights and Mikes (both Pences and Ditkas) all telling each other how great they are while simultaneously trying to hamstring each other with poisoned blades. These are many of the people I came in contact with growing up in Indiana . . . they are the Red Soil Boys."
Jeffrey Beebe The Battle of The Invoked Impossibility: Furthur Adventures in Refractoria
January 8-February 21 2015
BravinLee programs is bravely kicking off 2015 with Jeffrey Beebe’s The Battle of The Invoked Impossibility. Though facts are scarce, the wan scholars of esoterica have assembled some information regarding the artist. It is customarily agreed upon that Beebe lives in Brooklyn and received his MFA from The School of Visual Arts; he lives a cloistered, studio-bound life fixating on the creation of his monomaniacal maps, diagrams, genealogical charts, portraits, and other pseudo-archival ephemera. All of these drawings explore Refractoria, an imagino-ordinary world surmised to be equal parts memoir and pure chimera. If he is ever placed on trial, Beebe’s convoluted drawings will be introduced as evidence. These documents are illustrated and signed confessions introduced into the abstruse court of art-world opinion. __ The following text comes from an authoritative translation of the Bakelite tablets found during the excavation of the ruins of the Buried Library of Graphine Colette. These ruins were revealed after the Considerable Flood of 767 in the muck of the western bank of the Vinegar River in Indianapolis, the City of Impasses. The text included herein is widely attributed to Bashfat the Archivist, well-known scholar of Refractoria. “As is obvious, the entire continent of Refractoria Quintesse is the center of the world, and the western portion of Refractoria is the absolute center of enlightened humanity. Sciences, magicks, astronomy, astrology, alchemy... [unreadable passage]...are all thoroughly mastered in western Refractoria .... ”Little is known (and less believed) about the lands of the eastern portion of Refractoria—the Empressy of the Vast Nonsense holds sway there ... [unreadable passage]...it is a wretched hive of scum and villainy bent on introducing deceit, cuckoldry and unbearable saudade upon the mannered peoples of the world....the less said about that the better ... “Less still is known about the about the savage inhabitants of the other miserable landmasses—Ovok, the Marsupial Continent; the pathetically sympathetic continent of the Cemetery of Kisses; the absolute aloofness of the continent of Endless Inheadedness ... and, finally, the insular and incomprehensible continent of the Land of Temporary Novelty. [Tablet breaks here] .... ” [Final remnant] But such knowledge is, of course, of little use anyway and of no importance to humanity..."