At the Palm Springs Art Museum, walked around a retrospective of David Hockney prints. In this gallery, I caught an actual gallery patron (with hat), seated, looking at individual flower prints Hockney created on an iPad. On the opposite wall, a wall-sized print depicts the artist (with cap), seated, looking at the same flower prints.
Category: Arts
‘Adobe Oasis’–3D-printed art installation
On today’s random bike ride, I stumbled upon this adobe art installation, part of this year’s Desert X exhibition. Interestingly, although mud is an ancient building material, this exhibit was created using a modern method: 3D printing. While adobe is a durable material in desert climates, with examples of buildings lasting millennia, this particular structure is temporary and will be removed in May.
Where graffiti is encouraged
You just don’t see graffiti in Palm Springs, except here, on my cycle ride today. This is the site of a now-demolished fashion mall, an improvement and a monument to pragmatism, IMHO. A governing board oversees this site, applying just a few rules. Elsewhere, a call to the city’s graffiti-abatement hotline promptly summons a cleanup crew.
They are alive
Went for a walk between rain showers. Outside the art museum we found another temporary Desert X installation, ‘Alive!’, a repurposed wind turbine blade. Behind it, you can see the permanent installation of architect Albert Frey’s Aluminaire House (America’s first all-metal house, originally shown at an exhibition in New York City in 1931). Later, in 1946, he designed the place where we’re staying.
The only clouds above Coachella Valley this morning
Cycled to ‘Unsui (Mirror)’ one of nine ‘Desert X’ temporary installations across the Coachella Valley. The clouds’ appearance shifted as I moved, thanks to small, pivoted mirrors. The support poles are also mirrored. ‘Unsui’ is Japanese for ‘clouds and water’ which describes Zen monks who’ve achieved enlightenment. At a more literal level, the art piece seems to depict rain: from this angle the clouds suggest a storm.
With apologies to David Hockney
This is the only photo I took today, which reminds me, the “David Hockney: Perspective Should Be Reversed” exhibit we saw in Honolulu last year, is now in Palm Springs. We’ll be giving that a second look. The lounging pool in the photo is just below our rental.
Goodbye Norma Jean
On my cycle ride, stopped to watch workers preparing to move the 17-ton blonde bombshell less than 100 feet. The combined legal and moving fees are reportedly around $1 million. I was only three years old when ‘The Seven Year Itch’ first pushed back on the conservative mores of 1950s America.
An evening with Dianne Reeves
Walked over to the Annenberg Theater in downtown Palm Springs for a concert with jazz singer, Dianne Reeves. We first saw her in Minneapolis at Orchestra Hall, maybe 15 years ago, and we often play her music at home. She has evolved well over the years: more innovative, more energy, and more of an edge, including a political message to hold onto our humanity.
The sculptures the city keeps trying to move
On our Sunday morning walk, snow-dusted Mount San Jacinto while it was 70 degrees in the valley. We passed a large residential lot in a quiet neighborhood, overflowing with exuberant sculptures crafted from found objects by the homeowner. The bright colors and fanciful shapes stood in stark contrast to the understated elegance of Twin Palms, the Frank Sinatra house, just a block away.
Valentine’s Day at the Palm Springs Art Museum
A rose graced our lunch table today at the Palm Springs Art Museum between exploring two galleries. A morning highlight was a James Turrell installation whose work I first encountered on Naoshima Island, Japan, and whose outdoor installation at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis I only recently discovered. After lunch, I smiled at a piece by artist John Dickinson, which “takes care of any pomposity” a room might possess.