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Tuesday in New York. Tuesday last week. Yay, I'm now only eight days behind in my blogging! :-)

Tuesday last week... I did waaaaaay too much Art. The executive summary: I went to the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, you know, the spirally one. And in the afternoon I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art! A gallery so large most people take a few days to look at it properly.

The Guggenheim was great, I really felt like I was in New York when I was there, since it is uniquely a New York building. It's actually not a big building, and was very busy indeed. I took the lazy route, and took an elevator to the top floor and walked down the spiral.

The main exhibition was, appropriately, about Frank Lloyd Wright, the chap who designed it. It being some fifty years since it was opened. They had lots of original drawings from the process of creating the museum itself. Plus lots of drawings and models from his other projects - most of them unrealised.

And, frankly, its a good thing some of his unbuilt projects never saw the light of day - some of them were uuuuuugly. Some of them were cool, but a lot of them looked like Modernist nightmares which would have aged terribly. Lots of spheres and planned cities and the like.

The Gugg also as a permanent collection of impressionist and post-impressionists pictures, which I found hard to process after the rest of the place. I did glance quickly through, but now I can't recall a single picture that I saw.

The Gugg, and indeed the Met and lots of other galleries I visited in the US - museums too - suffer a bit from museum-shop-itis. Many of them have a shop on each floor, or even one attached to every major exhibition. The Natural History Museum in Washington being a particularly bad offender!

Next I moved on to the Met, once I realised it was more or less around the corner... Getting to that side of town was fun, I got on a bus for the first time in NY, which took me through Central Park over to the East Side, Fifth Avenue and the like.

Then... The Met. I do have one great advantage when it comes to art - because I was an art school student once and I have seen so much art, I'm very good at dismissing whole areas and whole genres and periods very quickly. I have little time for 14th and 15th century European art, for example, or anything to do with iconography. I do try and wander through as many rooms in a given gallery as I can, just in case I stumble across something important.

At the Met, this helped me a lot, but I did still miss at least 40% of the place, including the gallery shop - where I usually stock up on dozens of cheap postcards :-)

I did however greatly enjoy the modern art section, they had some more Rothko's, and Pollack's and various other interesting American painters. I was also very impressed by their collection of suits of armour - although I don't quite see how they belong in an art gallery.

And indeed, here was something interesting I spotted in the modern art area:


They other exhibition they had on which I was keen to see was a retrospective on Francis Bacon, a very interesting and disturbing English artist. They retrospective was actually due to open to the public the next day, but there was a "members of the gallery" special preview on when I turned up at the door. And I talked my way in, merely because I was all the way from Australia!

It was very, very interesting to see so many major Bacon paintings in one place. Including, notably, one from the National Gallery of Victoria which I'd seen dozens of times before! Also very interesting was some of his source material and debris from his studio, including many photographs, some covered in oil paint. I do hope this exhibition tours a bit.

After that I think I went to visit Grand Central Station, which was another very impressive building. Then I joined my hosts, including my new little friend Yasmeen for Sushi. Yasmeen was very insistent that I sit next to her!

And I wonder why I was tired after my time in NY!
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(This entry is out of sequence, I apologise. I will blog more about my days in NY and post some of the 300 pictures I've taken in the last three days soon!)

Tonight I went to see an Australian production of a French play at a theatre on Broadway in the city of New York! And oddly, I went with a Frenchman and another Aussie!

It was Exit the King, recently revived in English from a play by a Romanian/French playright called Eugene Ionesco, which first played in 1962.

And what a play - and what a production - it was. Geoffrey Rush was amazing, look for him to win several awards for this performance. The play concerns a dying king of a decreasing kingdom. The king is informed early in the play that he will die "in an hour and a half, at the end of the play". It's absurdist, remember? Susan Saradon plays one of his wives - has another, younger wife as well. Hey, he's a king!

Rush, as the King, flops all over the stage throughout the play. He really did quite an amazing job. I can't really relate too much about the plot without giving it away - although to say that six characters spend the whole play ranting at each other would be a good summary.

There was also another excellent character, credited only as "Guard", spends the entire play in a suit of armour, occasionally banging his staff and making pronouncements. Kind of like a narrator, but working in the short form, more like press releases.

The most amazing thing is the journey this play has been on. It looks like it was first revived at the Malthouse theatre, in other words a tram ride away from my place. This production is directed by Neil Schofield, who is actually from Company B at the Belvoir Theatre in Sydney. The same chap who turned Keating, the musical, into more of a musical that it started out as.

So the production, or at least it's lead actor and director and possibly its sets, seems to have been transplanted from Oz to Broadway, just in time for me to see it! I actually meant to try and see this thing in Australia earlier this year, but without success... So it had to wait till I was on holiday.

Hopefully it will make it back to Australia for a return visit...

Oh, one last thing I loved was the way this production used the entire theatre. The auditorium lights are used. At one stage the sound guy and the sole musician are drawn into the play and spotlighted. All very damn clever.

We weren't the only Aussies in the audience by any means. And damn we're a clever bunch. Amanda who I was with suggested we break out into a chorus of "Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi!" :-)
maxcelcat: (Einstürzende Neubauten)
Hey all, if you're in the city (of Melbourne), pop down to the platform gallery which is in the underpass which runs between Flinders Street Station and Degraves Street.

My first cousin once removed, with a twist of lemon, Clea, has some aaaaaaaaaaaaart up in one of the cases, the one nearest the stairs down from the north side of Flinders Street. Next to the really tiny coffee shop.

There are also some cool fun shops down there, which I really must make it to some time...
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Dial this number, +4790369389, and freak out a Norwegian village....
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Understading Art for Geeks.
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Tuesday night, when I really should have been at home in bed, I went to a "Q&A" session with Laurie Anderson and [livejournal.com profile] evildoom_bunny in the acoustically-challenged BMW Edge Auditorium at Fed Square.

I'd had the tickets for months, and, darn it, the last two times she was here were 2002 and 1996, so I was determined to go.

Laurie Anderson, for those who don't know, is a "performance artist" for want of a better word from the US. She's also a fairly accomplished musician, so a lot of her work takes the form of musical performances of one sort or another.

Weirdly, in the early 80's she had a minor hit, particularly in the UK, with a song called "O Superman" (see below). It peaked at #2 in the singles charts.

Anyway, she's done a lot of other things since.

Laurie wandered out onto the stage of the theatre, and I couldn't help think that an eastern European grandmother ([livejournal.com profile] evildoom_bunny's grandmother being an excellent example) would have plied her with dense stews insisting she was too thin and needed more meat on her bones!

The place was packed, which I was interested to see - this town is full of people into obscure musicians. People other than myself. And the discussion revolved around a lot of extremely artistic topics. She'd recently been the Artist in Residence at NASA of all places. She wasn't sure what it meant, and nor were they! Some weird plans they have there too - a 5,000 year plan to move manufacturing and mining off the earths surface and leave people here to clean the place up. And a 10,000 year plan to green Mars. Because after all we've done such a good job of looking after this planet!

She also told an interesting story about the development of one of her shows. She felt like she was in a rut, so went out to do something things that made her Uncomfortable. Like living with some Amish farmers. And working in McDonalds(!) for a while. I liked the idea of being able to just get up and do this stuff for the hell of it and then making art about it... Damn it, I want out of my office!

I can't recall much else of what was talked about. I was a bit rooted, as I mentioned. I was also impressed that she is apparently an avid consumer of Art, and was at a show here the day her plane arrived.

I had a question all set to go, but two things caused me not to ask it. For starters, being knackered and high on cold medication made me very inarticulate. And then the question seemed terribly mundane given the course the discussion was taking - very friggin' high-brow and arty! Someone asked how she "say beauty expressed in art"! My question would have gone:

"I have a couple of your early tracks on a scratchy old tape. They're 'Time To Go (For Diego' and 'New York Social Life'. Have they ever been re-issued? And the second part of my question: how is Lou Reed?"

You can see - it all seemed hopelessly materialistic and Laurie-nerd :-)
(Rumour has it that she's been seeing Lou Reed since the late nineties. Which is kinda weird!)

After the Q&A session, on the big screen in the gap between ACMI and the Ian Potter Centre, they put "O Superman" on a loop. I kinda get the feeling "O Superman" is kinda a curse on Laurie, the same way I'm sure "The Ace of Spades" is to Motorhead - something successful you made a long, time ago. And somewhat overshadowing a lot of excellent stuff one had made since. Like "Language is a Virus" (See below also.)

Laurie is also responsible for the earliest and probably the only really interesting song about the 'net - from back in 1995. It's called Puppet Motel, from back before the net was all blogs and google etc.

We're also off to see her show "Homeland" on Friday. Yay!

www.laurieanderson.com

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