Friday, June 29, 2018
When I visit a big-time museum I always like to look for fiber. The fiber art you find in such venues hardly ever looks like any fiber art you would see at a dedicated fiber show in the U.S.; more inscrutable, often more casual in construction. Many times you'll find fiber constructions made by artists whose major reputations are in other mediums.
Here's a major work from the Statens Museum for Kunst (the Danish National Gallery) in Copenhagen, by Yvette Brackman, a Danish-American sculptor. It's a series of five cloaks or garments, made in 2014, titled The Troublemaker, Father America, The Chorus, The Good Mothers & Hitler-Stalin. Inexplicably I have photos for only four of the five, and don't know which is which.
To my eye, the way these pieces are slapped together is so distracting that I have a hard time focusing on the meaning. When I do, I'm still mystified.
I recognize the fragmented shapes on the red and black one as bits of swastikas and sickles (that must be the Hitler-Stalin cloak) and I suppose the meaning is that totalitarian regimes, whether left or right, are all the same. I suppose the yellow cloak with the strange maroon joined sleeves is The Good Mother -- are her arms permanently joined to cradle her child or because she's locked in a straitjacket? I get no clues from the other pieces, and I feel as though each cloak might be stronger displayed by itself instead of in with the others.
I hate to not like fiber work when I see it in a mainstream museum venue, but this batch left me cold.
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
I wrote several weeks ago about a quilt that I sold after it had been hanging in a medical office for several months. I was unhappy to see that it had warped away from the wall, as much as four inches out. Clearly this was something that needed to be fixed before it went off to its new owners.
Thanks to all my blog readers who made suggestions!
After much thought, I decided to sew three additional sleeves horizontally across the quilt, with slats that extend practically to the edge. A trip to Home Depot introduced me to a new product that I had not been familiar with -- PVC plastic lattice. I decided that would be better than wood because it's not acid. It cut like butter with my little pull saw, but the cut ends, of course, were white, which would be jarringly visible in the sleeves.
Monday, June 25, 2018
I was teaching a workshop on hand-stitching over the weekend and had to provide all the materials, so I went to the store to pick up a new supply of embroidery needles. When I think that centuries ago, a woman might own only two needles in her lifetime, I feel a great culture shock. I go through needles by the dozens; not that I lose them, but they mysteriously distribute themselves among my various sewing kits, pincushions, pin dishes, embroidery bags and so forth, and occasionally go to live with my friends and family.
I picked up a couple of packs of needles in the sewing department, along with some fabric, and then went toward the yarn/embroidery section to get a new bag of floss. And to my surprise, found the same embroidery needles in a different color package, with a different logo -- and a considerably lower price.
That's right, in the sewing department, 12 needles for $2.49; in the embroidery department, 16 needles for $1.79!
In the immortal words of Smokey Robinson, you better shop around.
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Some people who have heard about my disappointment at the Hermitage have wondered why we got stuck in that bad situation. Here's more info, which you might keep in mind if you're planning a trip to Russia.
There are two kinds of tourist visas to Russia: a regular visa, which allows you to wander about as you wish, and a 72-hour-tourist visa, available for people who come on cruise ships. The regular visa costs about $160, so tour operators don't want to buy it for a day stop. The cruise ship visa comes with the requirement that people must take the official tour offered by the cruise ship, set up as part of the package when the ship arranges its docking. So you get the tour provided by the official tourist people, visa price included.
Our guide was a former schoolteacher and had good English -- during a longish bus ride he entertained us by reciting poetry in both Russian and English -- and our own tour leader was able to negotiate a few minor changes in the itinerary (we didn't have to stop in the souvenir shop) but we were pretty much stuck with the official plan of two museums, one church inside, one church outside, lunch, and driving around and around St. Petersburg. That didn't leave much time for any one attraction.
Our "church inside" was the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood, built over the spot where Tsar Alexander II was assassinated in 1881. The inside surfaces are entirely paved with elaborate mosaics; the outside features an array of colorful onion domes. It was our favorite site of the entire tour and we could easily have spent a lot more time there.
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
I am a lover of cold weather, but on so many of my foreign travels I bring a heat wave with me. We just about melted in Greece and Turkey in 2008; when we spent a month in Germany in 2010 it was so hot across Northern Europe that 11,000 people died in Moscow and many of us wanted to die in Berlin; when I went to Antarctica with a suitcase full of heavy-duty winter gear it was 52 degrees one afternoon.
The day before we left for the Baltic I checked weather.com to get the forecasts for every city on our route, and didn't find a single one with a high of more than 60 degrees. Ha ha. Perhaps once it got below 60 degrees; our jackets and scarves stayed in the suitcases and we wished for shorts. It was 87 degrees in St. Petersburg, and that is not a city known for its air conditioning. Fortunately the big palaces were built with plenty of insulation and stayed tolerably warm-but-not-to-die. But it was kind of unpleasant in the restaurant and as we strolled through the streets and parks .
We were unimpressed by the time we spent standing on line, not just to get in (three separate lines at the Hermitage) but to get your passport checked on the way off the ship and to get it checked again on the way back to the ship.
Thursday, June 14, 2018
After they hustled us out of the Hermitage without letting us see very much art, we went to Catherine the Great's Palace, a 45-minute bus ride out of St. Petersburg. It's a palace -- really big, full of gold trim and baroque trim on everything. From arrival at the front door to actually entering a room with something notable to look at took one hour. We waited on line to get in the building, then we waited to get little booties to put on our feet to protect the parquet floors,
Our guide was big on pointing out the details of the fabulous furniture, which frankly didn't do much for me.
Then we strolled through the gardens
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
In almost three weeks of northern Europe, I was able to find surprisingly little art to report on. We visited four elite museums but had what I would describe as a satisfying art experience in only two of them. I'll tackle these in ascending order of satisfaction.
I've been disappointed in museums before (read about our bad day in Berlin here and my bad day in Paris here) but at least I always got to see some art. That was not to be at the Hermitage in St. Petersburg. According to the National Geographic, the fourth greatest museum in the world, with the largest collection of paintings in the world, but according to Kathy, a dud.
The Hermitage started off as a variety of state buildings, including the royal residence and a large administrative headquarters, so you can imagine that the decor was over the top. Many, many, many fabulous parquet floors and grand reception rooms:
In a huge room crowded with tourists, two tiny Da Vinci paintings, which I could not get close to:
Here, I finally got up close enough to look at some art without 27 people in front of me:
Michelangelo, The Crouching Boy
El Greco, The Apostles Peter and Paul
The greatest disappointment was the Rembrandt collection, the largest of any museum in the world with 15 paintings. We got to briefly pause in front of two of them before being hustled along by the guide.
Rembrandt, Return of the Prodigal Son (detail below)
There are three million pieces of art in the Hermitage Collection. I am not exaggerating: those six paintings are the only ones I got to stand in front of long enough to take a photo. What a thrill.
Thursday, June 7, 2018
I went to the eye doctor on Monday, because I'm having trouble seeing the little numbers in the crossword puzzle boxes and low-contrast text on the computer (everybody who thinks small gray letters on white is a nifty style for your website or blog, YOU'RE WRONG!!).
I thought maybe he would change my glasses prescription, or maybe even have a conversation about cataracts. Yes, he talked about cataracts: the one in my left eye had gotten much worse in the six months since the last exam. Probably could be taken out any time now.
Fine, I said, what happens next? You have to see the surgeon for a reality check. Fine, I said, when can that happen? He's working this afternoon, maybe he can see you right now!
And he could. He sent me for more tests, laser mapping of the topography of my eye and that sort of thing. He looked at the results, peered into my eye again, called in the first doctor for a second opinion. The verdict: "I can fix your eye so you can see good, or I can fix your eye so you can see real good."
I ignored the grammar and said if it's all the same to you, I'd just as soon see real good.
Seems I had an area of blobby, bulgy, wrinkly stuff smack dab in the middle of my cornea, which he could "smooth down" in advance of the cataract operation. Fine, I said, when can that happen? If you have somebody to drive you home, I can do it right now!
So I called my husband, and by the time he arranged for somebody to pick him up and bring him to the doctor's office, I was all "smoothed" and ready to go home. I guess the surgeon used a little dremel tool with a sanding disk and just ground away till the bumps and bulges were gone. Slapped a "bandage contact lens" over the eyeball to keep the nerve ends wet and protected, and sent me away. Two days of discomfort and blurry vision, which I have been medicating mainly with red wine, and now I feel almost as good as new.
This is the way to have surgery: no waiting, no apprehension, no second thoughts. I don't notice any improvement in vision, but I expect a huge boost in six to eight weeks when the cataract comes out.
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
For many years Ken and I have had the tradition of a "beer shot," a photo when we're sitting in a foreign place about to improve our day with a cold beverage. We align the glasses or cans so the labels are visible, along with a bit of the background scenery, such as this picturesque little cafe in Copenhagen three weeks ago.
So when I found this painting in the Hamburg Kunsthalle museum it was clearly a case of life imitating art. Even though it took three and a half centuries.