At the Guthrie tonight, a violent storm was followed by a lesson for our times. In The Tempest desire for revenge became compassion for adversaries.
Category: Arts
Helpful Art Gallery Meal
While Dwight volunteered at the U, I took in David Hockney at the Walker, ready to like everything. Reminded, yet again, likes and dislikes are fluid and ultimately irrelevant. His pool scenes are easy to like; other works take effort and openness. IPA in the restaurant helped.
Yard Art on Steroids
Dwight jogged, I walked. Found a home on a half-block lot crammed with kitsch. Neighbors in this up-market, residential, Movie Colony neighborhood don’t appreciate this free expression. Frank Sinatra, who once lived in the next block, would surely have sent his boys round.
Juxtapositions
An urban day. 4 miles round-hike to a supermarket to fill our backpacks, back to our rental apartment. Cooled off with beer and pizza at the Palm Springs Art Museum. Silently thought about juxtapositions of art pieces, as suggested by a curator on our last visit a few years ago.
But What Of Mrs Loud?
Meat Loaf played quietly in the background throughout an early dinner (we’re old). But what of Mrs Loud, the session singer belting at the end of “I’d do anything for love”? I found her at the top of page 1 of my hometown paper (she and I are Geordies).
Lizard Lounge
I always smile when I cycle past Lizard Lounge.
Vincent van Gogh
A surprise on our Mississippi walk: Vincent van Gogh reimagined as a hot-air balloon.
Exuberant Cuban Music
Dinner at the Dakota among vaccinated people: exuberant Cuban music from Jane Bunnett and Maqueque.
Masks and Vaccines Deliver Freedom
Thanks to masks and vaccines it was good to be part of a live audience, the first at the Guthrie in over 18 months. “What the Constitution Means to Me” brought into sharp relief what the constitution leaves out.
Almost Normal Times
Sipped champagne outside Orchestra Hall before donning masks and heading inside to a full house of vaccinated people. The season opener of the Minnesota Orchestra, with Joshua Bell on the Strad., had interesting juxtapositions I may never figure out.