Dan is a big fan of the Kimbell Musem, which has one of the biggest collections of European masters in this country; this was our third visit. This time there were a number of frustrations involved. The Kimbell is in one of the greatest buildings in this country, by Louis I. Kahn; his name is not so well-known, but he is considered a model for architectural trends. His thing was simplicity, concrete, and reflecting pools. I recall the serenity created by the pools around the building, and the light patterns they created in the arched porches. Serenity no more. The lovely building has been surrounded by construction, its pools are dry, the Isamu Noguchi sculpture garden is dry and forlorn, all the delicate trees that softened the ferocious Texas heat are gone. Everything is construction debris and promises.
Their big attraction was that they had their permanent collection arranged in the order it was acquired. That means a magnificent standing Boddisattva might be shown next to a work by Mondrian. Is that helpful? No, it is not. Museum directors like to think that making comparisons across periods of history and art forms is going to stimulate our appreciation. Rubbish. Much more revealing to keep things together that were created under similar influences, and are even reacting to each other. Anyway, we buzzed about for an hour and a half, cherry-picking our favorite works.
The Cardsharps by Caravaggio, c. 1595 Dan's photo |
The Cheat with the Ace of Clubs by Georges de la Tour, c. 1634 Dan's photo |
The Torment of St. Anthony by Michelangelo, 1487 or 1488 Jan's photo |
Fortunately The Modern Art Museum is right across the street from the Kimbell, marked by a towering sculpture by Richard Serra.
Vortex by Richard Serra, 2002 Dan's photo |
Interior reflecting pool at The Modern Dan's Photo |
Book with Wings by Anselm Kiefer, 1992-1994 Dan's photo |
Ladder for Booker T. Washington by Martin Puryear, 1996 Dan's photo |
Twenty-five Colored Marilyns (detail) by Andy Warhol, 1962 Dan's photo |
Entrance of Amon Carter Museum Architect: Philip Johnson Dan's photo |
The Amon Carter has American art, with a specialty in Remington and Russell. It is one of Dan's favorite museums. They have some real classics, such as Eakins' "Swimming." These are all Dan's photos.
Indian Women Moving (detail) by Charles M. Russell, 1898 |
The Smoke Signal by Frederic Remington, 1905 |
Thunderstorm on Narragansett Bay by Martin Johnson Heade, 1868 |
Swimming by Thomas Eakins, 1885 |
Crossing the Pasture by Winslow Homer, 1872 |
White Birch by Georgia O'Keeffe, 1925 |
It was 85 degrees at 5:15 when we were driving back to Dallas. Thunderheads were gathering in the east; very pretty.
We talked about finding some place more interesting to eat, but we were pretty tired and we have a long day's driving tomorrow, so we ate here at the hotel again. This time we split the turf n surf. Dan had the filet mignon; I had the prawns. The veggies were fresh. It was all okay. We haven't had a special meal in a few days now.
Our Hilton Garden Inn here in Fort Worth definitely takes the prize for speedy elevators and abundant hot water. And Dan got a week-end deal where we paid only $89 per night and got one of the three nights free. It takes some persistence and negotiation to get these hotel deals, but Dan has got what it takes.
Doug and I (Jean) went to the fall open-studios exhibit at Hunter's Point in San Francisco today. We know one of the artists and went to support her and see her work. We went to the wrong building first though, and were 'forced' to wander around and see what-all was there. Doug and I both enjoy found-art and there were some very interesting artists doing that. I was fed and fresh at the time, so I chatted with artists and wondered at the minds that create some of those marvelous pieces.
ReplyDeleteWe got to the right building later on and went straight to the far end of the second floor where I friend has her studio. She had a range of projects: strips of colored paper woven with cuttings from a Beethoven score, sculptures of various sorts, paintings, whatever. I like her color sense and some of her shapes spoke to me, too. When left her, we took in several other studios on the way back to the car. My mind's eye is still full of colors and shapes, tapestries, paintings, photographs. I can't imagine how you and Dan can get through three museums in one day; I was exhausted and famished after our little excursion.
Honey did very well most of the time. Toward the end she was getting pretty tired, too, and was acting more shyly than usual. On the drive home, we found a crepery that had outdoor seating, so the three of us had dinner there. Honey had her usual dinner - I carry an extra meal for her in the car all the time. Doug and I had savory crepes and he had a smoothie while I had a shake. Bliss.
Jean