Cycled across South Minneapolis looking for some of the extensive street art created, mostly with permission, on the plywood of boarded-up businesses. The artist painted this “in hopes of healing and hope for the future.” “Say his name. George Floyd. He was a human being.”
Category: Arts
Another Mouse Door
Spotted on our walk: a mouse door.
Pandemic Poetry
It was a day to stay home and watch YouTube videos to improve my soldering, and other such skills. Occasionally I looked out at the constant rain and the scrolling message on the Guthrie’s marquee: “Promise this world your love” from a poem, “Pandemic.”
Sculptor’s Workspace
Picked up a carryout coffee, walked through a sculptor’s workspace.
The Beginning of Everything
On my walk: The Beginning of Everything, an exhibition of artists’ sketches. It evoked happy memories of the terror and exhilaration, facing down blank documents at the start of projects.
Guthrie Theater
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Guthrie Theater
Looking through sleet across Gold Medal Park to the Guthrie. It’s no accident the Guthrie Theater is close to our home. The theater moved to its current home in the Minneapolis Mill District in 2006 next to the Mill City Museum which had opened three years earlier. At the time, the choice of new location…… Continue reading Guthrie Theater
Britten, Beethoven, and Bach
Crossed the road for Britten, Beethoven, and Bach.
Grey Rock
Sipped a pre-show drink near the amber windows of Level 9 of the Guthrie Theater. In the play, “Grey Rock,” ordinary people rose above oppression with love… and a moon rocket. The playwright and cast were from the Palestinian territories.
Holding On, Letting Go
Walked over to the Guthrie for “Noura,” a play about an Iraqi refugee family in today’s New York: holding on to identity, and letting go; “finding identity in places that are worlds apart.