My eyes are dry from lack if sleep and the interminable waiting. Still I wait. I wait for news from ‘new york’
This morning was a conversation with Kathy about art and photography with a bit of printmaking thrown in. Then it was off to the Guggenheim.
The main exhibit is of the Gutai, an Avant Garde group in post war Japan that focused on children & play as a way of moving away from the root causes of the war. By avoiding and moving away from the structure of art they sought to work with the materials rather than force them into the art.
Throw away the paintbrush; it’s the oppressive tool that forces us to repeat the art of the last. It reminds me that culture is a reaction not an action. Art and literature etc are always reacting to what came before and if you don’t know what that is then you will have trouble understanding what the artist is doing.
What does this mean about books? Books are the paintbrush and it’s time to put it aside and see what publishing really is. To see what the true meaning or purpose of the content is.
There was a lot of “I can do that…” In this exhibit. For me in this exhibit, if you remove the intellectual process they used to create art you are left with a lot of common, albeit cool, art projects. Still struggling with what that means.
Time was running out so we popped in on the 3rd floor for Kandinsky 1911-1913. He was residing in Munich at the time but returned to Russi0 at outbreak of WWI.
It was getting late so we hopped a bus down 5th Avenue back to 59th Street. I noted that the bus is only $2.25, a dollar cheaper than Edmonton. And way way more effective. Viva la big city.
Up next: Foxwood Theatre for a matinee of Spiderman. I wanted to see it for the technological aspect. The music is apparently so-so but then I don’t like musicals anyway.
On a related note I was saddened to note the other day that the live spider exhibit at the AMNH was closed. Not. I hope they had fun ‘closing’ that exhibit: squish-squish.
Spider-Man isn’t an actor. There are about 9 of them who fly in and out or tumble across the stage. Awesome, awesome technical stuff, and watching the conductor on the screens mounted below the first balcony is a hoot. She really gets into it. I imagine the band is in another building and it’s all piped in. Anyway we are in a box on stage left so have a good view of the stage and the audience.
All in all if you came to see it as a musical you’d be pretty blah about it. Nothing memorable and no real big dance numbers or great choreography. They are relying on aerial stuff that is impressive by not so ‘theatrically’ creative.
The final aerial battle was mucho pressure and the music (by U2) certainly was rousing and by the time it was over you had really gotten into it. All in all it was worth the price of admission… once.
Back on the train we ran into Jamie and Brenda (what are the odds) and we rode home together. They are off to some music club tonight (although Brenda is hitting a cello recital at Juilliard first). They headed to Murray’s bagels and we headed back to Patsy’s Pizza for an early supper.
Mmmmm. Now it’s time for some updates and perhaps some reading with our eyes closed for Leslie.
After her nap Leslie watched me don a tie and we soon were on our way. Down the block and up the red line 5 stops and we arrived with the well-dressed hordes at Lincoln Center.
Tonight is Bizet’s Carmen at the Metropolitan Opera. We are up in the Family Circle, which is essentially the fifth balcony. But the tickets are only $37 apiece. Awesome prices that ensure a full house for this classic.
It didn’t, however, end until 11:30. Tired.