Monday, August 6, 2012

Worded Out -- Day 212

Walk: R/T Mindful Body and Western Addition Library
Distance: 3 miles and take yoga class

Just back from my book group and feeling quite 'worded out' from the discussion of our selection this month.  It was last year's Booker Prize winner,  A Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes.   I didn't love it but do recommend it if you have 4-5 hours and want to complete a literary, thought-provoking (and/or confounding) book.

The Sense of an Ending

Winner of the 2011 Man Booker Prize
Available from Vintage International beginning 29 May 2012!
The story of a man coming to terms with the mutable past, Julian Barnes's new novel is laced with his
 trademark precision, dexterity and insight. It is the work of one of the world's most distinguished writers.
Tony Webster and his clique first met Adrian Finn at school. Sex-hungry and book-hungry, they navigated
 the girl drought of gawky adolescence together, trading in affectations, in-jokes, rumour and wit. Maybe
Adrian was a little more serious than the others, certainly more intelligent, but they swore to stay friends
forever. Until Adrian's life took a turn into tragedy, and all of them, especially Tony,
moved on and did their best to forget.
Now Tony is in middle age. He's had a career and a marriage, a calm divorce. He gets along nicely, he thinks,
with his one child, a daughter, and even with his ex-wife. He's certainly never tried to hurt anybody. Memory,
though, is imperfect. It can always throw up surprises, as a lawyer's
 letter is about to prove. The unexpected bequest conveyed by that letter leads Tony on a dogged search through
 a past suddenly turned murky.
And how do you carry on, contentedly, when events conspire to upset all your vaunted truths?
 
From Julian Barnes' website:  Julian Barnes.com

Sunday, August 5, 2012

ManRay/Lee Miller/Marsha Holm/Legion --- Day 211

Walk: from car:  Legion of Honor, T Joes, Union Square
Distance:  A little over a mile total

Not much to say for some reason today.  Sundays in general aren't very talky.  Went to a lecture on Man Ray-Lee Miller at the Legion by my favorite docent lecturer, Marsha Holm.  Catch her if you can - and if you can actually learn the docent lecture schedule which both FAM museums keep well hidden from the public for whom they are intended.  Grrrr....

Observatory Time—The Lovers
Man Ray (1890–1976). A l’heure de l’observatoire—les amoureux (Observatory Time—The Lovers), c. 1931; color photograph, 1964, after the original oil painting. The Israel Museum, Jerusalem. © 2011 Man Ray Trust/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York/ADAGP, Paris. Photo © The Israel Museum by Avshalom Avital

Man Ray | Lee Miller: Partners in Surrealism


July 14, 2012 - October 14, 2012
Man Ray |Lee Miller: Partners in Surrealism consists of approximately 115 photographs, paintings, drawings and manuscripts that explore the creative interaction between Man Ray and Lee Miller, two giants of European Surrealism. This is the first exhibition to focus exclusively on the pair’s artistic relationship. It also includes selected works by artists in Ray and Miller’s circle in Paris, including paintings by Pablo Picasso, Max Ernst, Roland Penrose, Dora Maar, and a small sculpture by Alexander Calder.
From 1929 to 1932, Man Ray and Lee Miller lived together in Paris, first as teacher and student, and later as lovers. Their mercurial relationship resulted in some of the most powerful works of each artist’s career, and helped shape the course of modern art. The two artists inspired each other equally, collaborating on several projects. Though they lived together for only three years, the exhibition examines the lingering effect each had on the other’s art. Connecting photography with other media, the exhibition reveals how the Surrealists combined imagery in unexpected ways, creating extraordinary feats of imagination.
Man Ray|Lee Miller: Partners in Surrealism is organized by the Peabody Essex Museum, Salem, Massachusetts.

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Saturday, August 4, 2012

Brightly, Not Up-Tightly --- Day 210

Walk: Mindful Body, Fillmore Street
Distance: 2 miles and teach yoga

Recent trips to Sacramento and Oakland museums as well as the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco docent training program nudged me toward reading a bit about the the history of museums of Western civilizations. (Which is made so easy now by Wikipedia.  Love and use Wiki so much that I make a monthly donation).

Turns out the Western museums of ancient times, such as the Museaum of Alexandria, would be equivalent to a modern graduate institute. These museums began as private collections of art, rare/curious natural objects and artifacts by wealthy/ruling individuals, families or institutions.  Public access was very limited but was possible for the 'respectable' largely at the whim of the collector or his staff.  The oldest 'public' museums opened in Rome during the Renaissance, but most of the significant Western museums (British Museum, Uffizi, Hermitage, Louvre, etc.) weren't founded until the 18th century and the Age of Enlightenment.

These 'public' museums, however, were often accessible only by the middle and upper classes. Even for them it could be difficult to gain entrance. In London for example prospective visitors to the British Museum had to apply in writing for admission.  Even by 1800 it was possible to have to wait two weeks for an admission ticket. Visitors in small groups were limited to stays of two hours.  In Victorian times in England it became popular for museums to be open on Sunday afternoons (the only facility allowed to do so) to enable the opportunity for "self-improvement" for other/working classes. The Ashmolean museum at Oxford University was actually set up to be open to the public and is considered by some to be the first modern public institution.

There is much more information about the restrictive nature of most early museums, but the little I learned answered a question I realized I've had for a long time: Why one encounters so much pretentiousness in museums - especially art museums.  I remember that peculiar haughtiness as a child and could not understand what it was about.  Some of my friends lived in houses that weren't unlike museums and where life was just normal and lived.  So why were all the adults in the museums acting so scoldy and strange?

And then I encountered it again in spades in the docent training where it became one of the reasons I decided against continuing.  That old sense of "specialness" "exclusivity" "superiority" "aristocracy" has silently filtered down from old Alexandria I guess.  Many have - correctly I believe -  let go of these attitudes, but some people connected with museums continue to confer upon themselves an aura of specialness and precious remove.    Interesting to me....


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The very last person to act pretentious was Jerry Garcia who would have celebrated (or had anyway) his 70th Birthday on August 1.  He died in 1995, but his spirit is very, very much alive amongst musicians of all ages and throngs of people who encountered him and still do as his music continues out into the world.  There was a 5-hour live stream tribute concert last night preceded by a fine half hour of interviews by musicians who have been influenced by him. Many millions worldwide were tuned in.  It was organized, hosted and played in by his friend and Grateful Dead co-founder, Bob Weir, who joined twenty or so other well-known musicians young and old.  There wasn't one wrong - pretentious, over-emotive, whatever - note on any level during the whole tribute. 

move me brightly


Bob Weir and Mike Gordon perform during the 'Move Me Brightly'
70th Birthday Tribute for Jerry Garcia at TRI Studios, San Rafael,
California.
Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/move-me-brightly-
celebrates-jerry-garcias-70th-with-all-star-tribute-20120804#ixzz22d6l4ki9

Friday, August 3, 2012

Excuse Me, Oakland Museum, where am I? --- Day 209

Walk: Bus/Bart/Oakland Museum/Lake Merritt/Bart/Bus
Distance: 2 miles

The Oakland Museum of California has re-organized itself since my last visit many years ago.  It is a museum dedicated to bringing together "collections of art, history and natural science under one roof to tell the extraordinary stories of California and its people."  In its art section it used to 'tell the story' by showing art chronologically from early maps followed by the navigators who found their ways to California shores, to the Gold Rush era, to glorified romantic landscapes of scenic California locales like Yosemite, and on room by room to modernist and then contemporary art.  To me it was an interesting, informative, 'logical' progression.

The new way the museum presents its art is according to "Topics" - such as "Urban Scenes" - in spaces that to me resemble large, open office cubicles.  So, you might be wandering from cubicle to cubicle and find one that has an etching of early Sacramento, a photo-realistic print of Los Angeles, a Wayne Theibaud oil of the precipitous streets of San Francisco next to a small watercolor of an Indian village of tepees.  Whaaa?  Why am I looking at this?  Why are they next to each other?  The visitor is perpetually confused and asked to work continually to figure out what is going on.  On top of which there is virtually no signage.  On and on it goes from 'topical' (if you can even figure that out) cubicle to topical cubical.

It would be like having a Catholic Madonna and Child painting hanging next to a Picasso because the painting was in a Spanish church and Picasso was a Spanish artist - the 'topic' being Spain.  What can you possibly learn from that?  And how jarring to have to spend your time trying to figure out what in the world the museum has in mind. 

The museum is Waaay too much in the way here.  Many people are accustomed to learning chronologically, but really no one is accustomed to/able to learn according to a museum's private conceit/storyline.  It is confounding, annoying and, most sadly, a missed opportunity to learn and to appreciate art works and artists and the cultures from which they sprang.

That said, there are some very nice art works here:

Albert Bierstadt, Yosemite Valley, 1868, Oil on canvas. Gift of Miss Marguerite Laird in memory of Mr. and Mrs. P.W. Laird.
Albert Bierstadt, Yosemite Valley, 1869, Oil on Canvas


Dorothea Lange, Migrant Mother, Nipomo, California  (Depression Era), Silver Gelatin Photo

Richard Diebenkorn, Figure on a Porch, 1959, Oil on canvas. Gift of the Anonymous Donor Program of the American Federation of Arts.
Richard Diebenkorn, Figure on a Porch, 1959, Oil on Canvas

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Pathfinders All --- Day 208

Walk: Mindful Body +
Distance: 1 Mile and yoga class

Just took a class from a teacher I thought was excellent, Josh Gottlieb.  I've probably been doing yoga longer than he's been alive and also been a teacher much longer as well.  But the wonder of yoga is that, no matter how long you do it or how 'advanced' you supposedly are, there is always, always more  - much more - to learn.  The path keeps opening, and, voluntarily, you are an eternal beginner fascinated to follow it.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Sprung for the Day --- Day 207

Walk: A Dock, Cibo
Distance:  Maybe 6 blocks

The perfect friend to be with and place to go if you want to be blasted out of yoga jail:



Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Girl's Just Gotta Have Fun --- Day 206

Walk: Mindful Body
Distance: 10 blocks and teach yoga class

If you've ever considered writing a blog, I encourage you to do so. I had virtually no idea what blogs were but at the same time considered them bad/self-centered/extraneous to anything/the hieght of narcissism when friends suggested several years ago I give writing a blog a try.  It was an idea that went dormant, but then surprised me by re-emerging from somewhere ready to go.  So, 206 days ago I started writing and posting - ie, I started blogging - with the goal of posting every day for a year.

What has this blog of mine been like?  Bad/Self-centered/Extraneous to Anything/the Height of Narcissism.  And, probably for those reasons alone, Fun/a Blast.  All our lives - mine anyway - we work tirelessly to cover the rotten, misanthropic, socially awkward, dull, ill-considered, shallow, you name it parts of ourselves - commonly known as Our Shadow.  Now, along comes this vehicle where we have permission - or I've taken it - to reveal/express/come from that shadow place if I so desire.  Wonder of wonders: I can be my Shadow self in the Daylight.  Highly recommended/ two thumbs up.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Little Cat Nap --- 205

Walk: 3 R/T Mindful Body
Distance: 27 blocks and teach 2 classes and 1 private

Now I really am finished with that giant sub for the traveling to India teacher.  It feels like an accomplishment, and I'm proud of myself/body.  It was fun after its fashion, but I would not want to teach that often on a regular basis.  It's a lot and for me staying fresh feels like a challenge.  But, who knows, maybe I'll miss it and look for more classes/privates.  We'll see.  Meanwhile I'll rest on my laurels and enjoy a week with friends in Marin and another museum outing with docent friends.

Let the cats play while I'm away