Flash Mob for Gun Control

My friend Cathie has been working very hard, especially since Newtown, advocating for gun control.  She told me about the Artists in Support of Gun Control, a Flash Mob performance piece at Times Square today.  My friend Penny, her daughter, and Sasha’s friends from Boston participated.

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While waiting for the event to start, I talked with Paula and her daughter Rosalee from Long Island.  They wrote the names of gun violence victims they were honoring with the performance on their hands.

 

I was already so moved.  In this slide show, you can also see the performers gathering, getting ready.

At 1:08 p.m., the performers raised their hands, in silence.  Then Lorin Latarro, the choreographer, gave the signal.

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Some performers sank to the ground, while others drew chalk outlines of their fallen bodies on the sidewalk.

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The fallen rose slowly, and the partner inscribed the chalked body remains with a word, a statistic, or in the case of Paula and Rosalee, a name.

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Here are a lot more images of the event.

 

When all were complete, the performers moved away, leaving the remains like a crime scene.  Here are some images of the scene.

 

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Seeing the chalked outlines was really powerful for me–maybe more so than the actual performance.  I stood and looked for several moments, watching as two children re-entered the space to add some drawings to one of the body outlines.

 

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Lauren talked to the press, saying “if even one mind was changed” then the event was a success.

 

 

 

And the event was officially over.  Penny and Sasha debriefed their experience, and here are Sasha’s comments.

Sasha’s Reactions to the Flash Mob

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Here are Sasha’s friends Connie, Chloe, and Gaby posing by their drawings.

This slide show commemorates their experience.

The whole event took maybe 5 minutes, but it stopped Times Square for about that long.  Quieted it down.  Since the performance took place in Duffy Square.  You know the place: in front of the Half Price Ticket Booth, where tourists do the post-modern, self-absorbed thing of waving at a camera that is projecting their image on a huge screen.  So that moment of quiet is really something.  As Lauren said, maybe a mind was changed, too.

 

 

 

 

 

Beauty and Play

What a day.  Five museums!  Well, at the Frick, I went just for one painting, the Piero della Francesca that’s visiting America.  And of course, I had to go stand in the midst of the Progress of Love.  Fragonard can brighten any winter’s day.

Then, there’s the Blues exhibit at the Whitney.  Like so many of their exhibits, I like some and don’t get most of what’s on view.  I do think the curatorial concept was strong enough to warrant a visit, but I wasn’t too excited by it.

That changed with my visit to the Met.  Once again, the Met Museum has hit it out of the park with Impressionism, Fashion and Modernity.  The show is just the embodiment of pure beauty.

My favorite, most intriguing Mary Cassatt is there.  It’s all about the power of looking, and this show is all about that power.

The show marries some greatest hits (and less well known, but equally satisfying paintings) with dresses and fans and hats and parasols and shoes and corsets and fashion plates and photos and more.

I will say that the presence of the dresses and accessories made the the paintings more interesting.  I found the paintings had more life than I would normally experience, especially with the old war horses.

Manet, Lady with Fan, 1862

 

And a lesser known Manet, Lady with a Fan, was all the stranger for being near a dress and fan display.

 

Parasol

 

 

Look at the workmanship in this parasol.  Sigh.

 

 

 

 

I love the actual pairings.  The artist who kept the dress his wife wore in his portrait of her.

And the teensy shoes that Eva Gonzales memorialized in her paintings of them.

ShoesShoes Eva Gonzales

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was so enchanted with the exhibit, I bought a pair of crochet gloves, which every society lady needs.  I’m now ready for the Season!

But the fun wasn’t over.  I next went to the Guggenheim to see the Gutai exhibit there.  I had already been listening to talks on their excellent free app, so was prepared for the show’s serious focus on materials and process.  But what caught my heart was the sense of play.  The exhibit is called The Splendid Playground, and it is.

The Guggenheim interior can be a challenge to work with and not all installations look equally good.  But this show really works in the cylindrical, cubby-hole-driven space.   Gutai, Motonaga Sadamasa 3

 

Look at how the Motonaga Sadamasa has been installed in the huge interior.  The audio called the work like “brushstrokes in the voidGutai, Motonaga Sadamasa 2.”

 

 

 

 

That really describes the 25 to 60 foot long vinyl tubes that shoot across the open space, weighed down with india ink-colored water.  The play with the architecture is so wonderful, don’t you think?

This work really looks great there, too.

Gutai Installation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another favorite: the Electric Dress by Tanaka Atsuko–it’s worth the wait to see it light up.

Electric Dress lit, Tanaka Atsuko, 1956Electric Dress, Tanaka Atsuko, 1956

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gutai Card BoxAnd if you can go on a Tuesday or a Friday, you can do the Card Box.  So fun!  It’s a vending machine, with a person inside.  Yep.

You buy a token for $1 from the “performance artist” standing there, insert the token into the vending machine, hit the white button which squawks, and then the person inside selects a work of art to spit out, just for you.  Here’s mine, by MTAA.

Gutai Card Box art MTAA

 

 

 

The long list of participating artists is posted there.  The proceeds go to help orphans from Japan’s tsunami.

 

 

 

Stop in at the Jewish Museum for a meditative experience with life-sized videos of women dancers moving in space very much like the one you’re in.  Quite nice.

All in all, get thee to a museum.  The fruit is very ripe!

 

German Beer Hall

The Tenement Museum has added a tour to their roster of profoundly experiential, oral history based tours.  It’s called Shop Life and adds a German element to their already Irish, Jewish, and Italian focus.

At 97 Orchard, where guides take visitors into the upstairs tenements, each floor interpreted for a different nationality or ethnic group, the basement featured stores.  In 1864, John and Caroline Schneider opened a German Beer Hall there, and the railroad style rooms are interpreted to show the saloon itself, a inner room where reformist meetings were held, and the family’s bedroom in the rear.  The rooms are very narrow, and only the front room was long enough to seat, oh, 20 people.

In 1864, there were 500 German Beer Halls in New York City and 4 on that block of Orchard St alone.  As a “tied saloon,” each one would have been associated with, or tied to, a different brewer, either in Lower Manhattan or Brooklyn.  To gain regular customers, the Schneider saloon offered a free lunch everyday.  Of course, German food is salty.  Hence, more beer!

Darryl, the exuberant guide, talked about contributions Germans made to American culture.: not only beer and a reformist spirit, but also German leisure time that allowed mixed gender outings and experiences.  In other words, women could come hang out in the beer hall alongside the men.  The museum has researched the 35 or so “regulars” who came to the saloon and developed character profiles for each.  My man from history was the Bavarian Augustus Wallace, a Civil War Veteran and musician, who played a tune or two in the saloon.

In the 1880s, after the death of Caroline Schneider, John moved the saloon across the street for a couple more years, because he didn’t like his new landlordShop Life.  Over the next 100 or so years, the basement retail space changed hands many times–Kosher butchers, underwear factory, an auction house, etc.  Here’s a picture of the auction house in action.  Look how narrow the space is and how many people, well men, are crammed in.

As always, the Tenement Museum creates an evocative experience, one where technology plays an integral part.  Technology on this tour helps visitors get to know the businesses that operated there after the German Beer Hall.  Everyone got to take one object over to a presentation table with an embedded screen.  Once the object was laid down, the table’s screen identified the object.

I picked up a brick and placed it on the table.  This represented the brick that was thrown through a kosher shopkeeper’s window during riots over the prices of kosher meat that went up 50-100% overnight.  Then fanning out all around the brick were photos.  Touch a photo, and the screen part of the table told the story of that photo.  You could also pick up an old telephone receiver to listen to the same story being told to you.

So each object mapped to a whole set of related stories.  Pretty cool museum technology.  Leave it to the Tenement Museum, which I think was one of the first to have oral histories playing in the upstairs tenements.  Fascinating, evocative, engaging.  Pretty great.

Afterward, I stopped in a restaurant a friend and I have wanted to try:  Cacio e Pepe on Second Ave between 11th and 12th Streets.  We had both been intrigued by this salad:

Insalata Mistanoci Gruyere E Grue Di Cacao                                                                          mixed green salad, walnuts, gruyere cheese, raw chocolate nibs

I have to say, it was really fun.  But nothing can top the presentation value of

Tonnarelli cacio e Pepe                                                                                                   homemade tonnarelli pasta tossed in pecorino cheese & whole black pepper

Tonnarelli Cacio e Pepe

They bring the pasta in the middle of a huge wheel of pecorino cheese, then slosh the pasta around in the center hole that must gradually get bigger and bigger as the pasta absorbs the cheese.  They scoop a mountain onto your plate, then scrape the remaining soft cheese out of the wagon wheel and dollop it on top.

Thank goodness for half portions of both the salad and the pasta.  All I was lacking was the German lager!

Night on the Town

No, you won’t read about any hot club dancing or participative performance art pieces in Soho.  But after a week of intense study, that promises not to let up until mid-May, what I did do tonight was pretty thrilling.

Many of the museums are open late on weekend nights, and the Morgan Library is no exception.  The place was hopping.  I mean, it was noisy…in the Morgan!  The Surrealism Drawings exhibit was pretty packed, too.

All your favorite surrealists were there, inspired by Andre Breton’s Surrealist Manifesto.  Sure, there are dreamscapes and automatisms (automatic writing/drawing).  Yes, there are weird, sexual collages and the requisite Exquisite Corpse drawings.

You know, I used to be a surrealist, too.  I was a regular collagist.  And a great warm-up exercise my writers’ groups frequently used was the Exquisite Corpse.  The results are a hoot!  I feel inspired to do those, even as a solo experiment.

 

The art historian in me was fascinated by an exhibit that connected Picasso to Pollock, arguably the two most important artists of the 20th century.  Picasso wasn’t much of a surrealist, and dare I say, Pollock wasn’t much of an artist when he dabbled in it.  But surrealism served as a binder for many unrelated artists and movements, like the beautiful drawing above by Francis Picabia, another unlikely surrealist, of Olga from 1930.

My favorite discovery was the decalcomania, a process of applying wet media like ink or gouache to paper, folding it, and voilà, you have your very own Rorschach test.  The process was reinvigorated by the Spanish artist Oscar Dominguez, and his works, plus those of Georges Hugnet and Yves Tanguy, were luscious and lyrical, very organic.  Some looked like hyper realistic photos of underwater forms, like corral, or fantastical castles.  Really beautiful.

And then there’s the laughter factor  My winner would have to be Rene Magritte, who separated language from the object in a hilarious drawing.  You know, the elegant egg he mislabeled L’acacia and a hammer as Le désert.

Here’s a sample weird dream-moment:

Federico Castellon, Her Eyes Trembled

From the Morgan, I went to the Hunter College gallery for the opening of the Sandy Wurmfeld retrospective curated by two of my favorite student-colleagues.  The installation is beautiful, and the show just goes on and on.  It’s huge, as are the works.

The model of this color-room was there, as a pitch to get it built again in New York.  This next image will give you a sense of how Sandy works with color.

Wurmfeld

Sanford Wumfeld, Color Visions, 1966 – 2013

Glorious, isn’t it?  Imagine if filling a whole wall.  And the room with the color-maze of translucent, plexiglass panels was worth the trip alone.  I hope you can get there.

I left feeling so energized.  Seeing the stunning work my colleagues had done and being in a crowd of people was so uplifting after a week with my head glued to the computer.  I felt just like the armless guy in the subway who banged away on his overturned plastic-drums with utter joy.  That’s what a night on the town can do!

Let it snow!

Last night, New York had its biggest snow since I’ve been here.  Still I don’t think it’s the storm of the century.  I grabbed these pictures out my apartment window, looking onto the courtyard of the surrounding buildings.  You can see more in the slide show below.

Feb 2013 Snow

 

The head on view out my window.  Since moving down to 4, I have less sky and more buildings in my ‘view’.

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I like how the snow-laden branches merge with the white-tinged geometry of the fire escape of the neighboring building.

 

 

 

 

 

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And the really funny geometry on the patio furniture below my apartment.  Note the perfect pyramid atop the tiny square table.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Room of Wondrous Things

The Art Librarians strike again.  No wonder there’s a Librarian Action Figure.

They are always on the go.

Tonight to the Grolier Club to see the Wunderkammer catalogue exhibit.  The Grolier Club was started in 1884 by nine people to promote books and book arts through exhibitions and publications. Interesting in our digital book world, the Grolier Club now has 800 members — collectors, dealers, antiquarians, librarians, fine artists, plus.  And not just in New York.  About 20% of members today are women, after the club gave in and admitted us beginning in 1976.

It’s in its third home, a townhome built by an architect-member in 1917, on 60th between Madison and Park.  The exhibits are open to the public, and if you like rare books, the exhibits at the club are worth a visit.

Wunderkammers are rooms of wondrous things: things of beauty, things of rarity, and things of artistic, scholarly, or financial value.  The exhibit features proud owners’ catalogues of their surprising objects from 1599 to 1899.  Inside a Wunderkammer

You can click on this image to make it larger, to see what a Wunderkammer in 1599 looked like.  As time progressed, Wunderkammers also became cabinets like this one below, for displaying art and natural science wonders.

A Wunderkammer

 

The exhibition includes a 16th century how-to manual for making your own Wunderkammer.  People did it all different kinds of ways.

 

 

 

 

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A Dutch apothecary traded medicines for curiosities that sailors collected on their voyages for the Dutch East India Company.  Check out some of the oddities that the owner cataloged in this “sea book” and below in the slide show.

Famous people had Wunderkammers, including Peter the Great, who collected curiosities and put them in jars.  We saw these jars in a catalogue, on the whole second floor of the palace.  He also had one of his 7′ tall guards stuffed after his death.  Hmmm.PT Barnum lithograph, museum

Entertainers like P.T. Barnum made museums out of a collection of curios.  In the same tradition as Charles Willson Peale, who started the first U.S. museum in Philadelphia in today’s Independence Hall, Barnum displayed natural history and other wonders, as well as art.

Asian record of fossils, minerals, stones

 

 

Wunderkammers, as a 300 year fad, were not just created in Europe.  Here’s a Japanese cataloged record of fossils, minerals, and stones.  Pretty, eh?

 

So think about cataloging your own wonders.  Who knows, your record could end up in the Grolier Club!

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