Olive: the movie

You may remember that for a week or so last summer, our house was host to a movie crew, and I got to meet one of my favorite actresses.  Now the movie, which I wasn’t allowed to talk about then, is out. Gena Rowlands, John Scurti (who you may know from the TV Show “Rescue Me”), and Chris Maher star, along with Ruby Alexander who plays Olive.  You can see the first five minutes here. It was frustrating that I didn’t know that its theater debut was at the Nuart in LA over the holidays.  My whole family could have gone!  Now we’ll have to wait till it appears in “a theater near us.”  Some of the scenes in the trailer and in the behind the scenes photos are at my house. This photo shows Chris and Ruby on my back deck, complete with the hose I didn’t coil up.

I hope my scene in the pet store with Gena didn’t wind up on the cutting room floor!

Art and the pursuit thereof

Looking this morning at Bob Ross’s website made me reflect again on the difference between creating art and the effort of getting one’s art known. I know so many truly talented people in whose work outshines most of what is generally known and praised. For me, these two areas, the work and the promotion of the work, are almost completely antithetical. When I’m writing well, I have no energy at all for “sending things out.” When it’s not going as well, I make desultory attempts to get things into print. As for Bob Ross, he lives on the north coast and has been sketching, painting, and making collages since the sixties.

I remember reading an interview with Bob years ago, I think it was in a publication of the Mendocino Art Center.  Bob said something like, “You sit down and draw for a few hours every day for ten years, and you begin to get better at it.” By now Bob’s been doing this every day for decades, and his work is extraordinary.  One of the oils (among many) that particularly charmed my eye is this rather formal nude with an asian influence, entitled Spring.

We’re lucky for the internet, where little known treasures can be ferreted out and enjoyed!

Bernini in San Francisco

The Wednesday before Thanksgiving we went over to the Palace of the Legion of Honor to see the Bernini Medusa. There is something extraordinarily moving about Bernini’s work, dating from the 1600’s. This head of Medusa shows her as she was changing from a beautiful woman to a snake-headed monster. (It doesn’t pay to make enemies of the gods.) According to the museum, this is a unique opportunity to see his work in this country.  Continue reading “Bernini in San Francisco”

Dia de los Muertos

We have been celebrating Dia de los Muertos every year since at least 1979. Neither Larry nor I can remember exactly how the tradition started, except that we read about the celebrations in Mexico and liked the idea of integrating death into a celebration–a positively unamerican approach. In Mexico, Dia de los Muertos is a national holiday with all night revelry in graveyards, floats made of marigolds and elaborate altars. At our house, it’s a day to remember the beloved dead, tell stories about them, wear costumes (optional), and eat great Mexican food. In Mexico it’s always November 1-2. Since the US has yet to declare these dates a national holiday, our event is on a convenient Sunday near that date.

Our party has had many varied incarnations, and over the years we’ve built up a trove of decorations which we put out: the wonderful miniature skeletons called calaveras, art, post cards, miniature items to put on altars, etc.  We always have lots of marigolds, lots of candles, and we often burn messages to the dead at some part of the evening. We use Chinese money for the messages, and though primarily Mexican, we have artifacts from many cultures, including the Tibetan spirit house that belonged to my mother. Continue reading “Dia de los Muertos”

Roberto Chavez at the Autry

For those of you au courant with the art world, there’s a dramatic set of exhibitions of Los Angeles artists happening in Southern California. Sponsored by the Getty, and called “Pacific Standard Time: Arti n L.A. 1945-1980.”  I went to the opening of one show at the Autry called Art Along the Hyphen: The Mexican-American Generation. Our old friend, the artist Roberto Chavez, is one of the artists featured in this stunning exhbit. (You can see a short video of him sketching here.)

We’ve know Roberto for decades, and it is a thrill to see his work displayed in such a well-curated show. I’m willing to forgive any number of hyphens for the job the organizers did.  As you come into the show there’s a wall of self portraits of the six artists in the exhibit in various media, grouped almost as you would group a wall of family photos.  Here is Roberto’s self portrait:

We used to own a wonderful small self-portrait of Roberto with a lime-green background, one of my favorite pieces of art. But we loaned it to a gallery for a show and the owner sold it–a shocking offense I haven’t gotten over 30 years later.

There were other works in the Autry show that I loved. One is the wonderful “Group Shoe” portrait as a humorous take on the first show Roberto and three friends were in (a group show, hence the pun) at the Ceejay Gallery. Here’s the photo from the catalog along with Roberto’s painting:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another favorite is “Ladies Art Class,” from the days of Roberto’s teaching career. He told another friend that after he painted this, each of the women came up to him individually and told him that he had captured all of the women in the class perfectly, except her.

The only other living artist featured in the show was Dora De Larios, a ceramicist–one of her works is here. She and Roberto were both in attendance and both gave afternoon talks and brief speeches at the gala that evening.  An artist I’d never seen before whose work captivated me was Domingo Ulloa. Two of his woodcuts were especially powerful, Painters on Strike, and Wolf Pack:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can see more images from the show, but they left out many of the ones I found most moving, including Roberto’s canvas titled Belsen.  This is a grim piece in blacks and yellow greens of bodies being stacked with a bulldozer. When asked about it after his talk, he said “I was interested in people being treated like garbage.”

Here’s a few you won’t see anywhere but here, though, a Chavez painting of apples that hangs in my daughter’s dining room, and a painting of persimmons that I think of as its twin by Bob Ross (another terrific artist) that hangs in mine:

There are more, but I think this is enough for today! (And for those of you who really notice, that’s Larry’s ear in the corner of the apples painting.)

Sunny Southern California

I’m on a 10-day jaunt—first LA, then Boston, New England, NY.  (And just when the pullets have really started to lay!) More about the terrific art show we went to at the Autry Museum when I’m home and can post the photos.  Meanwhile, here are a few shots from my cell phone while wandering along Abbot Kinney, in Venice (California, not Italy). I was struck by some uniquely Southern California scenes—landscapes of succulents and cactus against concrete and horizontal wood is a common theme.  This one fronts an what looked like an office building without a name.

Rusted number cans full of succulents gave this clothing store a hipster look.

And I’m not sure what’s behind the massive base of this palm.

Heading off on side streets, the posh mingles with the down and out and the just plain zany, like this southern plantation on a small city lot.

The dog was alive, btw.  And this one seemed just ironic—let’s vote for peace while we keep everyone out.

A delicious, kitschy hour in the sun.

 

 

Unplanned outing

I had an unexpected chance to go on a walk on Mt. Tamalpais today, guided by David Lukas, who describes himself as a “freelance naturalist.” His guide, Sierra Nevada Birds is worth owning. I know of him from the walks he leads at the Squaw Valley Poetry Workshop.  On those walks, it seems to me we went about 100 yards in an hour, with David describing the mircorhizal web, demonstrating how an ant lion captures an ant, defining angle of ripose, noting the continuous, complex cycle of life that surrounds us everywhere, and patiently spelling all the strange words for the avid poets with our notebooks. Continue reading “Unplanned outing”

Curated art vs. the artist’s garage

This week we saw two shows currently on view in San Francisco, “Picasso Masterpieces from the Musée National Picasso, Paris” at the de Young, and “The Steins Collect,” at SF MOMA.  The first was a disappointment. A mishmash of Picasso pieces owned by the artist and left to the French government at his death, it seemed to me to be a large selection of whatever people hadn’t bought when Picasso was alive. There were a few wonderful pieces, but mostly I was reminded that once someone is famous, anything they make or do goes on display, including a lot of the necessarily failed sketches and paintings one must make to come up with the few stunning works of art.

In contrast, the collections of Leo and Gertrude Stein and their brother Michael and his wife Sarah compose a thoughtfully curated collection, purchased largely before the artists became famous. It’s a stunning exhibit that features early works by Picasso, Matisse, Manguin, Gris, and others. The collection was arranged in groups by who collected the paintings and when they were collected, and the blurbs provided context for each room.  It is one of the few exhibits in which the text actually added to the paintings. There were also photographs of the Steins and of the paintings as they hung in Paris.  My favorites were this Juan Gris collage (you can hear a brief audio snippet if you click the picture to the left), and most of all, La Coiffure by Henri Manguin.  This is a luminous and moving painting, and I want to go back and look at it again.  As the Steins bought it in 1906 and hung it in their famous studio, both Picasso and Matisse saw it and did their own versions, but I loved this one by Manguin (a painter I’d never heard of before). This image can’t capture the idea:

(Image now flipped correctly, thanks to a perspicacious reader!) It was interesting to read about Leo, Gertrude, Michael and Sarah. The latter couple really introduced Matisse to the US.  If you have a chance between now and September 6, I highly recommend a visit to SF  MOMA so you can see for yourself. They make a delicious cappuccino on the roof garden, too.

 

Poetry and Pastry, Thursday, June 16 at 7 pm

I will be reading with several others at the historic Falkirk Cultural Center, 1408 Mission Street San Rafael. As I have some poems about food, I’m bringing some home baked treats to go along with them.  The reading is part of the Marin Poetry Center’s summer reading series. Hope to see you there.

Host: Laurel Feigenbaum

Readers:
Joan Gelfand
Alan Cohen
Meryl Natchez
James Phoenix
Katherine Crawford
Andrea Freeman