Wouldn’t this be a great name for a last-people-on-earth Apocalypse film? After a nuclear holocaust has wiped out most of the world’s population, only two small bands of freakish circus performers are left to determine the fate of the world. It’s clowns vs. mimes. I’d pay to see that on the big screen.
I’ve been rediscovering an old blues musician I haven’t listened to since high school. Strange how I could have imagined some special kinship with the blind son of a tobacco farmer from North Carolina. Therein lies the power of music I guess. I love how his mischievous spirit comes across so strongly in his voice.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, thanks to the magic of YouTube: Sonny Terry.
Thru-You.com is my new favorite Web site. Check this video out first.
As much as I appreciate and enjoy art, there are times when I walk perfunctorily through a museum or exhibit and leave without having had any new thoughts, feelings or inspirations. Perhaps this is due more to laziness on my part than anything else. However, there are other times when I leave a museum having been touched by a piece or an exhibit and carry it with me long afterward. One such installation is Mineko Grimmer’s Remembering Plato, which I saw at the Menil Collection in Houston in either 2001 or 2002. Two upside-down cones of ice, embedded with small stones and pebbles, hung above two wooden boxes full of water. If I remember correctly, one box had a piano string pulled across the top of it, and the other box had a brass bar that ran across its top. As the ice melted, every minute or so a pebble would drop from above into the water below. Lights inside above the box were angled so that the shadows of the water were projected on the wall next to the box; the gently moving water rippled across the wall, and you could see the disturbance when a new pebble entered the water. Occasionally, a pebble would strike the piano string or brass bar, creating a plunky sound that reverberated through the darkened room. (There was an unspoken understanding among everyone who entered the room that it should remain quiet.) The installation was a relatively simple, low-tech setup, and yet I cannot think of another piece of art that has ever created such a distinct sense of space for me. It seemed as though even the rules of time were being bent as I sat on a wooden bench next to the installation.
Here is a picture of the installation from absolutearts.com:
Remembering Plato