20 bar falls 30.52 1mph ESE windchill 19 Samhain
Last Quarter of the Dark Moon
Second graders from a dual-language immersion school trailed after me through the museum. We went up on the elevator, always a hit and proceeded once on the third floor to Tanguy. Sophia, or was it Sarah, said, “It looks like the artist created a bunch of shapes so we could figure out what was there.” Reasonable working definition of surrealism.
At Ensor’s Intrigue we found a face on the painting that I’d never noticed, a face in the lower right hand corner. Here the kids expressed concern about the baby slipping, “She’s not holding the baby very well, and the other people are yelling at her.” Since this was a Spanish immersion school and since it was mid-November, the somewhat festive atmosphere and skeletons lead to a consensus: Day of the Dead.
At Dr. Arrieta, Jared, a small Mexican boy who spoke no English proudly read out the Spanish language inscription. In this case the group decided Goya was a woman who looked old because she had gray hair and wrinkles. At they didn’t say, really old.
We were done after three pieces, but Kyle noticed Theseus and the Centaur, so we looked at it. Camryn, who requires hearing augmentation (I wore a receiver/transmitter so she could hear me.), made this observation, “He’s trying to kill him because humans are not supposed to have horses legs.”
As I left, Virylena, a sweet faced Mayan girl, said, “Wait. We don’t know the way out.”
The teacher, however, assured her that she knew the way out.
After the tour I waited in the coffee shop for Mike Elko. He had an exhibit in the Minnesota Artists Exhibition space a month or so ago. I bought a digital print of one of his pieces.
We talked art for a while. He believes prints, and art in general, should be simple to read and grasp. His work all has humor in it. He showed Careen Heegard and me some pieces from an upcoming show at the HighPoint Print co-op. He has taken pictures from old school dictionaries, like a bantam rooster and put a saddle on the rooster, complete with a child in riding gear ready to mount.
I’m tempted to hang a sign under this piece once I get it framed that will read: Never Again. This period in our political history and in particular this aspect of it, the demagogic fear mongering, has weakened our democracy and attenuated our freedoms.
