November 14, 2010
Ryan at Twomey
Yesterday: Bloch Wing, Nelson-Atkins, Kansas City, MO.
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Nice one, Rick. An exhibit that I would not want to stand too close to.
Sheila, glad to see you kept your distance or this could have been one of those unfortunate youtube videos!
Did they come in other colours?
Off-white only.
What is apparent but not conveyed completely by the video is the effect created by the descending wires you see at widely spaced intervals. (The surfaces on which the cups sat were not actually suspended by these wires; rather, they sat on substantial bases!) If you can imagine, from certain POVs the breaking-up of space formed an illusion that you were looking at only one large grouping of cups reflected several times by mirrors. Rick pointed this out.
Also, I really like the moving walkway illusion at one point in my procession.
I did move in a grave and stately fashion for fear of smashing a cup!
You were very graceful, Shelia. I would not have allowed the Iowan or his clone, um son, anywhere near the room. Shudder.
I thought the same thing, Carole. Nicely navigated, Sheila. And nicely filmed, Rick.
The installation has been up for a month. I’m surprised there has been no breakage. Perhaps that hints at how seriously up-tight people are when visiting museums.
By the way, Rick and I did not learn a fucking thing (to quote Cindy) on our visit to the art museum. In fact, we agreed that we were glad we stumbled (gracefully, without breakage) upon the Clare Twomey installation through the back door, so to speak, and therefore experienced it before we had received our thinking instructions from the text panel at the main entrance.
I’m no yahoo suspicious of critical responses to works of art, nor of analysis and judgment, but I really dislike the boilerplate language of the ubiquitous Artist’s Statement and its kissin’ interpretive cousins.
P.S. Rick is a big (well-proportioned) man, by the way — as those who have met him know — and he moved smoothly amid the cups as well.
I learned how to walk like that at charm school in Dallas. The museum assistant who starts walking after Rick’s camera leaves me — she learned at a Kansas City charm school.
Following her was a happy accident. I wasn’t intentionally following her, in fact I didn’t realize she was there until I saw the video when we got home.
Now I want to go back and see how many folks I can accidently follow from one to another in a single take. Isn’t there an Altman movie that has an extraordinarily long one-take opening shot? Like seventeen minutes or something?
As for my size and poise, I was having a good day. Often, I have clumsy days when I’m tilting, careening, banging into everything.
Did you learn the modeling at Dallas Charm School, Shelia?
Nope, Carole. At Stubblefield School of the Dance, initially on Jefferson Boulevard, later out Ledbetter way.
You were a paragon of grace all weekend long, Rick. And I think that returning to the museum for more video is a splendid idea.
Trying to think of what film you might have in mind. Amanda Mae?
I always wonder about that, Rick. My husband is 6-3. He is a tornado, crashing into things, and I say, “Just slow down.” But I think about him when he was a little boy, at ease with all his energy and speed. Then suddenly he was this big person trying to contain himself and not being able to.
Now, we can’t buy certain cars because they don’t have enough head room. And you would be amazed at the number of houses with very low ceilings/doorways. I never noticed, they are fine for me, but in he walks and he’s ducking his head. At one point, after nixing yet another house because of his height, I said, “I never thought of it this way, but at times your height is a liability.”
He laughed, of course.
I hope you two meet more often.
I believe you are thinking of The Player, but you could be thinking of Magnolia (I know that’s not Altman, but it’s Altman-lite.)
Lucy, it’s in the cards, I believe. Even though I did give Rick and Danny a deck of Edward Gorey’s gloom-n-doom “Fantod” tarot cards.
Yes, Amae, The Player. I remember being a bit winded by the end of the scene.
And Carole, I have to be extra careful in our basement. The ceiling is something less than seven feet and the duct work hangs about a foot lower. On nearly a weekly basis, at least once, I bend over to empty the clothes dryer then stand up and crown myself.