Sunday, March 16, 2014

Zeno's Paradox or Close to Closing?

Greetings – it is getting close – the prevalent breeze is details...details... Then what will be the personal punctuation? Is this how a semi-colon feels? Let's not talk about colons or winters.

Paper work is not working at the moment and it is being determined in a meticulous fashion that we:
  • have not run a mortgage-bundling operation during the notorious 1990's;
  • create an environmental hazard in the next ten or twenty years in the back yard;
  • give the two acres we own next door it's own name
  • and procure a defensive secondary wizard in exchange for Kevin(12 years a tenant)

Oh yeah, the details. Eventually the house was listed at a price that generated interest very quickly. If all goes as scheduled, on March 28 the barn will belong to an artist from Vermont (who we have yet to meet) and right of first refusal on the two acres next to it.



Exit from Miami Beach is this coming Tuesday. Carol Dunn and Ken Chorney are coming to the rescue (among others) to bring us home. A concerted effort will be made to clear out the place, cross those t's and dot those i's. Crossing eyes and dotting tees will hopefully be avoided.


Track practice starting on the 24th means possible mixed feelings for this surprise return. Both of us dread the weather but we will have a lot of company. So now I guess we're a little closer...

Monday, January 6, 2014

Art Basel

Greetings – This is an excuse to get writing again. Art Basel actually happened in early December but it is a fine topic for a posting.

The “Basel” in Art Basel is Basel, Switzerland. Forty years ago three art gallerists organized an exhibition of famous, established and rising artists. Within 5 years three hundred exhibitors participated. It quickly became on a par with the Venezia Biennale in the international art world. A little more than 10 years ago it expanded to the Miami area.

Since it was a December event the Baron and Baroness were not previously available for attendance since their Miami Beach arrival was usually scheduled for the new year. With the ‘great leap southward’ this year taking place in November, one of the top priorities was Art Basel.

With the Murphy bed beckoning, Rich and Val were invited to share in the festivities. These two had been instrumental in exposing much of the culture for B&B in the Miami area.

Rumors had been circulating that this would be the last year for the art celebration. In trying to verify the factualness of this claim it became obvious that the organization and distribution about the event was almost haphazard. Finally a local magazine published a comprehensive guide and the group was all set for exploring. It was also ascertained that this would not be the Swan Song.

It was decided that the numerous formal invitations to the opening of the new PAMM (Perez Art Museum of Miami), the VIP party at the convention center and various hotels would have to be ignored due to lack of cachet. This did not prevent the attendance at the public opening in Collins Park.

Sculpture and performance art were the main items. This included the truck from the movie “Duel”:


One very interesting Tug of War (she’s winning effortlessly of course):


There was even a performance piece in a vaulted structure now-become-a-chapel with Catholic confession as the ‘art’ being performed (hmmm).

The next day’s foray was made to “INK”. This is printed-on-paper material of all varieties. It was wonderfully hosted by Suites of Dorchester on Collins Ave:


As you can see this is the courtyard. Visitors wandered from suite to suite with the offerings ranging from a few hundred to tens of thousands of dollars. It was an engaging, casual atmosphere with a SOBE ambiance. And, best of all, it was also free!

Concurrently, our own Abondonza von D’Lucci (Katy Richard) was coordinating our meeting a Lafayette, LA artist named Francis Pavy. Francis’ gallery was exhibiting his work and he would be in attendance.

A real artist… be still my palette! The Baron became the contact person.


It was decided that the big bucks would be laid out for the Design Miami and Art Basel exhibitions. Design Miami was essentially interior design which included an entire house on display in the showroom (maintaining its interior qualification). Of particular curiosity was a, at first, familiar grandfather clock. Upon waiting a moment, the image of a man of modest age appeared behind the frosty clock face and observers were regaled with his erasing the current hands of the clock and the redrawing of new ones depicting the current time:


On the hour he ‘drew’ the new time and then produced a small hammer and struck a bell above the clockface. We were told there would be a cup of coffee drunk at an appropriate hour. Of course there was a partner Grandmother Clock. Too cool.

Val found some appropriate furniture:




Art Basel was our next destination. This was the convention center itself and it would be where we would meet Francis. Given the fact that there were several acres of exhibition space at the center, it did not take too long for rendezvous. The art was overwhelming; essentially a modern Uffizi. The best part was getting Francis’ impressions and discussing our own.

Eventually it was decided to call it a day and home for dinner. Francis joined the crew as they partook of a feast concocted by Richie. Prior to their arrival, the request had gone out for sheets of pasta to be obtained on a given day. Gini successfully found Mr. Pasta on 73rd st in the Normandy Isle area. Richie bravely rented a Miami Deco bike and wended his way up the island and survived to return with sheets safely stowed.


Note the impressive presentation.

Francis agreed to meet with his gallery owner over in Miami at the Art Miami portion of the extravaganza. With fluid southern charm he announced our VIP status and produced passes for Art Miami and a couple of other events.

At times it was hard to tell what the organizational differences were among Art Basel, Art Miami and other large scale exhibits. However, one was guaranteed to find something interesting in all of the venues.

Francis’ work did not disappoint:


This picture was copied from his Arthur Rogers gallery site (http://arthurrogergallery.com/artists/francis-x-pavy/). Recommended is a perusal of http://www.pavy.com. Arthur, himself, was introduced to us as Francis continued to charm and enlighten. A nice night at Balan’s provided the site of our adieu to the Atchafalayan artist. Laissez les bons temps rouler.

The Wynwood art district was the next destination. This is located very close to the Art Miami site and sits between Midtown Miami and Little Havana. Ordinarily a destination of its own sans Art Basel, the neighborhood was dynamically engaged with the festival’s itinerary. Mural artists in mid-spray abounded. Richie did a fabulous job capturing the flavor with his camera and okayed the viewing of the following shots. Thank you muchly.

Of course the foray began with a photographic gallery. Votes were entered as to personal favorites before venturing out to other galleries. There was art from Africa, Asia, South America, local, extra-terrrestial, well…maybe not extra-terrestial.

Richie took an interesting approach in that he would capture the art, yes, but more so the artist and the environment.

There was a PB&J food truck to give credibility to the import of the day:


There were “pop-up” items such as a gallery in a free lot space:


or an instant hat shop:




Then there is the media:





This section of Miami has become one of our favorite spots. It has incredible ambiance:


It is alive with sensibilities that vibrate with life, passion and compassion.

Done hours after his death:


Peace be to us all.

The area does announce itself:



Should you be in the area that café is highly recommended (Wynwood Kitchen and Bar Food).



Watching them all work was a treat since it is serendipitous when you come visit Wynwood outside of Art Basel week.

The men:







Performing art?


The women:









Then there is someone we called The Master:
 

















Certain shots were just a capture of unique moments discerned by the observer and our Mr. Beaubien has quite a good eye:






Of course we had to succumb to the allure of owning our own art. Francis was our first choice. Negotiations are going well but this may not be the right moment for such a serious purchase. So the next best choice was to bargain with “Captain Phil” in a sandlot pop-up gallery. His initial two hundred dollar proposal for the work on cardboard was halved and the five foot by five and a half foot piece was secured. Gini, Rich and Val were insecured as there was no room for anything but the painting. It was delicately curled and maneuvered into the Element. Chris then had to negotiate Art Basel/Miami rush hour traffic across the Venetian Causeway then home. He could not help but chortle (chortles are like that) at his predicament:

 























Trip number 2 was equally successful as the humans were collected and transported home. After much serious collaboration about the method of display, the living room scenario echoed the aesthetics of the week:



However, there is something to be said about the expansive and perhaps essential nature of South Beach and Miami. This was displayed by a nomadic group whose incipient query must have been, “Where’s the art?”:




Saturday, November 23, 2013

Bohemia and Brooklyn


Greetings – when we last left our urbanites (Tom W., the Baroness and the Baron) they were awaiting Michele to finish her workshop. Evening was just underway as the group united at The French Roast, scene of brunch with Wayne earlier. Under Tom’s sober eye martinis were distributed to the other three. The day’s sights, wanderings and movie (“Enough Said”) were interchangeably discussed along with the very positive points of Michele’s attendance at NYU for the weekend.

The martinis were rather good and were complimented by the Baron who has been used as a “shaken, not stirred” paragon. Chris even went up to the bartender and conveyed his drinking pleasure. Then it was off to Bleeker St through the Village.

Always a special place, the Village holds decades of anecdotes and events for the bohemian and the pedestrian. Tom and Michele had not seen Rick’s new store so that was the first destination. Here is a night shot of KADOnyc:


Rick was not working that evening but the store offers its own entertainment also.

On the way to Washington Square there was the serendipitous encounter of a dachshund owner. Claire Wolfson (Tom and Michele’s daughter) has started a company dealing with these delightful dogs and her venture provided a lively exchange with the owner and the Wolfsons.

As they neared the square, Tom’s mom, Alice, was celebrated since they were in sight of the labor library at NYU where a pillar is dedicated to her service in the labor and socialist movement. Chris and Gini had been fortunate to have been there for the dedication.

And then the “arch de resistance” was approached. Just love Washington Square any time of the day or night. Its energy is remarkable and its space engaging:


Assuming a veteran subway denizen posture, connections were made to Grand Central. Its one hundredth anniversary was noted by all along with its wonderful ambiance. The five block stroll to the pied a terre went quickly. A pizza was ordered along with dessert as the evening finished quietly with Tom and Michele looking for a crosstown bus.

Sunday morning meant that Phil and Angela would be arriving in town with our car and belongings. This power couple would also bring their own vehicle for their return trip later in the day while dropping off the Element et al at a nearby parking garage. Could they make it any more convenient?

Gini and Chris had a chance to show their appreciation and treated Phil and Angela to brunch at Hudson Place on Third Ave, one of their favorite restaurants. It was wonderful (of course).

Several days earlier it had been agreed that, conditions permitting, the four would walk across the Brooklyn Bridge; something none of them had ever done. Interesting in that three of them were NYC natives. Access was easily obtained due to close proximity to the Lexington Ave subway line. This terminated at the bridge.

The weather, however, was not really cooperating. The clouds were heavy and the air temp close to brisk. The presence of the bridge helped ease any thoughts of aborting our mission. This incredible structure, opened in 1883, spans the East River connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn. Lives were lost, careers made and records broken with its creation. There are lanes for cars, pedestrians and bicyclists. Make sure you know which one you are using.

One of its famous aspects is the view of Manhattan:



There is excitement in this skyline and compares with any city and any age. Perhaps best taken in limited doses, it is never-the-less the quintessential metropolis.

Another perspective is of the harbor and its welcoming mistress:


The nerd/engineer/mathematician in Chris was in awe of the geometric lines of this connective edifice:



The rain did begin to fall and as the walkway’s sinuous path continued, somewhat deeper into Brooklyn than had been initially thought, it was decided to forego some of the riverside parks. Back on to the Lexington Ave subway and back to “the old neighborhood”. It was at this point that the unerring ability to make it all happen seemed to elude our quartet. Becoming pinball pedestrians, they bounced about from avenue to street and back again looking for cappuccino and dessert. Even a call to their son Michael could not orient our troop until the decision was made to settle for Starbucks. It happens. It was fortuitous in that the coffee and pastry were quite good and they were safely off the street.

With much regret there was a parting of the ways with this generous couple. Conversation had been non-stop; enjoyment ubiquitous with these two.

To help ease the nascent nostalgia Chris and Gini headed for Rick’s on the West Side for a martini. They were then able to say their farewell to him also as they would be leaving in the morning.

Monday morning breakfast at W Café was distracted by the large volume of police, barriers and crowds. Oh yeah…the Veteran’s Day Parade on Fifth Ave…whoops! Hastily  a retreat was beat and Plan A was executed. After bringing luggage, bags and traipsings to the condo lobby, Chris would head for the parking garage, get the car and meet Gini to load the luggage back at the apartment. Then hope for the best with the parade route as they had to get across town to the West Side to execute their escape from New York.

Fortune did smile as the parade had not yet reached 37th street and traffic was allowed to flow across Fifth Ave. Whew!

As they left the city limits an iPhone alert indicated a text. Angela had sent regards along with a picture entitled “Before The Rain”:


Begging the literary flex of a Tony Manero-like quote: “Is my hair okay?”


Ciao belli.