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Having the last laugh

Bill Shafer of Hyaena Gallery shows "3-D Skeeto" by Nicolas Caesar, an acrylic on canvas, which is being displayed with other artwork by Caesar at the Burbank Gallery. (Raul Roa/News-Press)

Works in eclectic Burbank art gallery make one squirm � and wonder.

By Melonie Magruder
Published: Last Updated Saturday, November 14, 2009 12:37 PM PST
A new exhibition, �Nicolas Caesar�s Grindhouse� � at what surely must be the most unique art gallery in Burbank, Hyaena � is billed as �a Celebration of Cinephelia and Trash Comics.�

That�s a pretty accurate description of the whole gallery visit, if you throw in a raft of artworks centered on imagery of death, a selection of CDs you won�t find featured on iTunes� Top 10, like �Exploding Girls,� Zuni fetish dolls wielding bloody knives and 60-year-old micro-slides of sliced-up �human glands.�

If that sounds too Goth-centric, it�s not. It�s more a sly commentary on underground rebellion and the timeless pleasures afforded by B movies of the 1950s, a keen pursuit of the three-year-old gallery�s proprietor, Bill Shafer.

Shafer, who spent 16 years in the music business before he �got tired of selling stuff I didn�t believe in,� said that he hopes people �get� the backward humor of his challenging collection.

�I love the scavenger mythology of hyaenas,� Shafer said (he uses the archaic spelling in tribute to 18th century woodcuts of the creatures). �They�re always portrayed as being the low end of the food chain. But when they work together in packs, they can take down the strongest beasts.�

The philosophy represents what Shafer is trying to display in the gallery, and he rotates his featured artists every two weeks, anchored by a booming iPod playlist that could be heavy metal or the soundtrack to �Grease.� It�s a funny, rubber-necking visit to a gallery you won�t soon forget.

Among the eclectic offerings are �Memento Mori,� a relic by Kevin Klemm of a skeletal torso embracing a photo of a woman laid out in a coffin; Eric de la Vega�s �Rotella�s Nun,� a portrait of a good sister viciously devouring a fish head; Jim Wirt�s X-rated, glam-rock �Coloringbook Land;� and Eddie Allen�s hilarious images on Lenticular paper � from one angle, you see a 19th-century couple soberly posed for a portrait; from another, the demure wife is strangling her startled husband.

There is lots of religious imagery, echoing the death-specific iconography of Latin American Catholicism. But there is also plenty of opportunity to pick up conversation-changers like sculptures of Chucky look-alikes, and disturbingly riveting objets d�art like a tuberculin syringe in its original box, prescribed by Dr. L.S. Greenlea for a Mrs. Katherine Koste in 1951.

Caesar�s work has a sideshow madness, with acrylics like �Fluffy,� featuring a portrait of anything but that and creepy cartoon anime you wouldn�t want to meet in a back alley. His evil insect hybrids, like much of the other artists� work on display, are designed to unbalance while they charm you.

Eddie Medrano, a professional clown, visits the gallery often to see what might be new to the walls, and recently picked up a painting by Angus Oblong (creator of the WB animated series, �The Oblongs�).

�Bill�s exhibits are always changing,� Medrano said. �I can always expect to see really unique, off-the-wall stuff. Eccentric, that�s the word. And funny.�

There�s plenty for the literary set also. Malcolm McNeill has produced a 672-piece, limited-edition puzzle titled �Ah Pook is Here,� based on one of William S. Burroughs� unreleased graphic novels. Ah Pook, the Mayan death god, oversees a post-Dante�s Inferno world of �end of days hysteria.� Next to paintings honoring that �50s fetish princess, Bettie Page, Bruce Eichelberger�s hand-designed artisan eggs feature beautifully detailed and pornographically twisted ink and glaze portraits on eggshells.

P.h. Fred has a collection of acrylic portraits on �recycled New Orleans tile� of pop culture heroes with bizarre titles. �David Carradine � If You Can�t Be the Poet, Be the Poem,� is one, along with tributes to Michael Jackson, Herv� Villechaize and, weirdly, Jeffrey Dahmer.

And if you haven�t gotten enough train-wreck symbolism yet, there are fingernail clippings of Angel Resendez, Houston�s �Railway Killer;� autographs of serial assassins Jeffrey Dahmer and John Wayne Gacy; and pages from the Bible autographed by Charles Manson.

Shafer�s parents, Sandy and Bob Shafer, were visiting from Massachusetts recently and appeared to be thrillingly bewildered by Bill Shafer�s success.

His artistic sensibility favors the intarsia (a style of wood or stone inlay) images of Jesus he creates � images more conventional than what he finds at Hyaena.

�I did a funny one for Sandy of an old guy sitting in an outhouse,� Bob Shafer said. �Maybe I can do one of a skeleton in an outhouse. That should sell OK here.�