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Capsule Art Reviews: "Comic Books: A Visual Journey," "Dave Darraugh & Hana Hillerova," "Defending Democracy," "Drapetomania: A Disease Called Freedom," "The Joannaversary: Parachutists Are the Loneliest People," "Sterne and Steinberg"

"Comic Books: A Visual Journey" Richard Evans of Bedrock City Comics has lent his personal collection to the Museum of Printing History for a survey of comic book history. Eight chronologically arranged vitrines break down major periods since the dawn of mass media. There are the early comics, with thick volumes of Tom Mix cartoons, Katzenjammer Kids broadsides and Mickey Mouse children's books. One Flash Gordon frame seems ageless, with ridiculous musculature and oversize weaponry that wouldn't be out of place in the graphic novels produced today. Comic covers began as spare compositions boldly declaring their heroes or heroines worthy of attention, but from the 1930s on, they developed a malleable line quality and complicated their imagery with action, teasers and text. The postwar period exploded with comics, free from the censorship that changed films during the '40s and '50s. Gore, sex, violence and a baroque sense of composition typify this pre-Code period. When the Comics Code Authority clamped down on salacious content in 1954, the market for comics was waning, mostly because of TV. Comics returned to character-driven solidity, their graphics frozen for decades in nostalgia for the golden age of superheroes. In the 21st century, a new model has emerged — the "Graphic Novel" is the final chapter of Evans's truncated collection, introduced by the rare Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #2 and deified in Frank Miller's 300 and Sin City. Through August 16. 1324 W. Clay, 713-522-4652. — SC

"Dave Darraugh & Hana Hillerova" After long employing baroque and rich imagery, Hana Hillerova has moved into the minimal with a group of systematic works. In glass sculptures, tubes of different lengths are attached with webs of wire. Their angular forms rest at sharp angles in loosely arranged but precarious structures; they catch the light in the gallery in continual patterns. Watercolor drawings of simple and colorful brushstrokes mimic chemical structures or crystal formations. The overall effect is that of a talented but jaded intellectual tinkering with the same formula over and over again. Former Houstonian and Idaho naturalist Dave Darraugh delivers offhand consumerist critiques in minimalist packages. Untitled (Hat Box) takes the artist's stance to its ultimate result — the painstakingly crafted, rough-hewn, all-white plaster mockup of a relic brings to mind immediate blankness. Through August 12. Devin Borden Hiram Butler Gallery, 4520 Blossom, 713-863-7097. — SC

"Defending Democracy" "Defending Democracy" displays work by artists who share the belief that art can be a catalyst for change. The show includes political graphic art of former Black Panther Minister of Culture Emory Douglas, the murals and prints of the anonymous artist collective ASARO and the "teach-in" installation of Houston's own Otabenga Jones and Associates. The installation of Douglas's work contains rows of display cases with copies of The Black Panther weekly that he personally laid out and designed. On the walls are posters of his work, as well as his manifestos calling progressive artists to arms, along with other materials. In the front gallery of the Station are the graffitied stencil murals and prints of Asamblea de Artistas Revolucionarios de Oaxaca (ASARO), a collective of artists and arts groups formed in response to government oppression in Oaxaca. ASARO's guerilla artists spray-paint stenciled murals throughout the city in support of the populace's cause. The Otabenga Jones and Associates installation El Shabazz High School Gym is a re-creation of a high school gym complete with a scoreboard, bleachers and a basketball hoop. A projection screen stands opposite the bleachers, and a few posters are taped to the walls. I hesitate to say this, but the offerings of Otabenga Jones and Associates seemed like six degrees of separation from the revolutionary work of Douglas, and maybe five degrees away from ASARO. Otabenga Jones and crew need to get out of the museum setting and metaphorically kick ass against oppression. Through September 14. Station Museum of Contemporary Art, 1502 Alabama, 713-529-6900. — BS

"Drapetomania: A Disease Called Freedom" Construction and real estate baron Derrick Joshua Beard assembled this Wunderkammer of artifacts documenting the African-American experience during the 18th, 19th and 20th centuries. The collection includes documents, books, photography and other objects. There's everything from a postcard from Jack Johnson's 1910 defeat of "The Great White Hope" in Las Vegas to Confederate bills to the photographs of James Van Der Zee, who examined middle-class life in New York. The expansive Van Der Zee section stands opposite contemporaneous stereotypical posters for entertainers. A musician and the brains behind the Harlem Orchestra, Van Der Zee took on photo jobs to make ends meet over his 70-year career; his Newlywed Couple, 1922, and World War II Vet are good examples of his straightforward realism. Some of the most poignant pieces in the show involve education. British emancipation efforts in the Caribbean are recorded in a brutal political cartoon depicting slaves being boiled alive by a plantation owner, with arms and feet nailed to the wall behind the sour-faced murderer. A propagandizing Southern alphabet rhyme is horrifically graphic in its trivialization of blacks in America. And a newspaper image of a black man with a rifle is surrounded by threatening quotes from post-antebellum Democrats warning white people of an impending black rebellion. In the hands of Beard, these disparate mementoes become a beacon of hope in his enduring intellectual fight — not without their ironies, of course. Through August 31. Texas Southern University Museum, 3100 Cleburne, 713-313-7011. — SC

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