Registration and Storage: MIA

Samhain                                                                          Waxing Moon of the Winter Solstice

Toured the Minneapolis Institute of Arts storage main storage facility today with other members of the docent discussion group.

Brian Kraft gave a presentation about Registration, a hidden facet of museum life, hidden at least from the museum going public.  They accession all objects, giving them a number with the year and the number in sequence from the beginning of the year, one for each object acquired.  The condition of the art work gets a record, good enough for legal and museum purposes, though perhaps not good enough for conservator’s eye.  A conservator gets a call if anything in the piece looks wonky.

The museum loans out about 350 pieces each year and any piece worth more than a significant amount of money has to have a courier who never leaves the art.  Brian, for example, last month flew to Australia with an object.  This involves sitting in warehouses, following art out of the plane, waiting at customs.  Not glamorous.

Though the museum used to accession about 1,000 works a year, in recent years the number has declined to around 400 with a renewed emphasis on quality over quantity.

Registration cleans the art and its various vitrines, frames and mounts.  Registration also moves art, both for special exhibitions and for regular curatorial determined rotations back into storage.  The large Chihuly sunburst, permanently fixed to the lobby ceiling, gets cleaned once a year, for example, when a skyjack, a rental, comes into the museum for that and a few other high tasks.

The museum has 173 galleries, 82,000 plus accessioned works and 2,000 + in “record book” art, art not considered museum quality but that does fill a blank spot in our collection.  This last never goes on show.

When a loan is made, the borrowing institution pays for packing, insuring, moving, and installation, then return.  This means that in the case of big exhibitions mounted by our curators the price tag for the show can be quite high.

The MIA now has an in-house frame maker who can make a $30,000 frame for $5,000.  A significant cost saving.  There are several specialists on staff, art packers, the frame maker, a lighting person responsible for 5,500 light bulbs and assistant registrars for exhibitions, loans and acquisitions.

To get to the storage area we left the public side of the museum and got in the freight elevator.  The freight elevator came into the museum during the renovation and expansion before the target wing.  They built it big enough to side-load a 1957 Cadillac, a car anticipated for an exhibition that never came to fruition, though when the Tatra came in  the elevator was plenty big.  Ken Krenz, the registrar for the permanent collection, took us down to the storage level and opened the white 15 foot high doors into a treasure house.

Think of  a below ground attic chuck full of interesting things one of your crazy aunts might put out for a garage sale.  When we came inside, stored items from the Oceania collection sat on a tall, all metal cabinet to our right.  To our left a small work table with a computer and a work area serve as Ken’s throne room for his domain.

Just beyond his computer, down a long hall way, were racks on either side, ceiling mounted and made of heavy gauge screen.  They pull in and out, bringing with them paintings hung from ceiling to floor.  I imagine there were 20 or 25 racks on each side, some 50 in all.  In the hallway were the inverted v-shaped, carpeted, rolling carts used to take paintings to and from the galleries or to conservation.  Beyond these racks on both sides were rows of enameled white cabinets, locked, some with windows and some with no windows.  Beyond one such row on our right were storage areas with large sliding anodized aluminum holders covered in a mesh that allowed air but not water to pass through.  On each aluminum mesh holder was a Chinese imperial robe.

In an enamel cabinet beside the bays devoted to Imperial robes, cabinets with no windows, Ken showed us floor to the top of the 6 foot cabinets shelves filled with Japanese scroll paintings, each box a work of art in itself.  Some of the boxes had the works title on the outside, some, too, had a small essay by a famous art historian written in Kanji on the inside cover.  These scroll boxes had u-shaped holders that kept the scroll from resting on the box’s bottom, avoiding flattening a scroll over a long time in storage.

Toward the rear wall there were rows of sturdy metal shelving, ceiling to floor, stuffed with sculpture, chairs, tables, cabinets and other bulky items.

Other hand moving items similar to those in grocery stores crowded aisles and made easy access difficult.

More on this tomorrow.

While The Cyber River Closed

Samhain                           New Winter Solstice Moon

Midnight  12/6/10

Writing this on Word since I’ve had no internet connection for a few hours.  My limited number of tricks have not produced a link and I don’t have the patience for navigating so-called “customer service.”  George Orwell would be proud of the internet and internet services industry.

Kate’s cold continues with little sign of progress.  She suffers, complains about not liking to be sick, but otherwise Norwegian’s through it all.  She takes illness as a personal insult, something to be shrugged off if possible, if not, to work through and last something that requires rest and chicken noodle soup.  She’s in the latter mode right now.  Good for her.

We skyped tonight.  It’s Hanukkah so the grandkids had various gifts from doting grandparents and uncles and aunts.  The literal hit of the evening was an inflatable t-ball set.  Ruth took swing after swing, often swinging from her right shoulder and leveling at the ball.  She’s co-ordinated for 4.  Or, rather 4 and ½.

Her blond hair swirls, ringlets tumbling every which way as she performs couchnastics, a living room form of gymnastics that replaces gym equipment with the normal living room furniture.

My Latin is still here spread out on the desk beside me.  This Ovid requires slow, laborious work.  Look up words.  Figure out forms.  Check usage possibilities, verb tenses, noun declensions.  A lot of back and forth with books and pages of help.  I realized tonight that it’s a hobby, something I’m doing for fun.  Weird, huh?

Winter has snugged us up in the house, the furnace and insulation our best friends just as the AC and the insulation are our best friends in the summer.  I like winter because it provides all this darkness for desk work, darkness in which there are no outdoor chores.  Therefore, no guilt.

Heed The Oracle Well, Boy. Heed the Oracle Well.

Samhain                                                 New Winter Solstice Moon

Fourth week A.V.  No, not audio-visuals, but after Vikings.  I find my life just fine without the consummate misery of watching our various teams implode, year after year, often at the most heartbreaking moment.

So, again, in the spirit of decline and fall, I will spend Sunday working on my translation of Ovid, using him and his work as a window through which to view Roman culture and life at the turn of the first millennium of the common era.  I hope to include more Roman reading in Latin, too, but my focus for now, and for the foreseeable future, lies with learning the language and the Metamorphosis.

After several months of fiddling–hey, amateur here!–I have the TV, tivo, blu-ray and cd player all functional through the amplifier and therefore through all of our speakers.  That means I can read in my red leather chair while listening to jazz, beethoven or dvorak or whatever else we have on our increasingly antique cd collection.  Last night Beethoven’s late sonatas played while I read Herodotus, the story of Croesus.

Croesus did an empirical study of the oracles available to him before deciding to go to war with Persia.  He sent messengers   throughout Asia and Greece, asking them to inquire of the oracles what he did on the one hundredth day after they left his capitol.  Only two, the oracle at Delphi and of Amphiaraus, saw that he took a tortoise and a hare, cut them up and cooked them in a brass pot with a brass lid.  He chose this combination for its unlikeliness.

Upon learning of their accuracy he put together elaborate gifts and sent them to the Oracles, asking this time about a possible war with the Persians.  The reply from Amphiaraus is not known, but the one from Delphi stands as an example to future seekers.  When you go to war against Persia, a great empire will be destroyed.  That’s what the Oracle, the Pythoness, said.  And she was right.  Only it was Lydia, Croesus’s empire, that fell.  Oops.

After I finished with Herodotus, I turned off the lights and listened to the music.  A calming transition to bed.  And I did not wake up again until morning.

Correction

Samhain                                            New Winter Solstice Moon

Correction.  I will spend today shoveling the sidewalk, putting grit down on the slope, retrieving the Celica from the neighbor’s garage, driving it up and into its stall, then heading over to Festival Foods for groceries.  Now, after only getting up at noon, I’m ready for a nap.  Later.

Up. Up. After Noon.

Samhain                                                     New Moon of the Winter Solstice

Up again.  After noon.  Oh, well, sleep counts even in fragmented chunks.

On the docket today, Ovid.  Groceries.  Making more home made pot pies, perhaps an all veggie one.  Maybe some other kind, too.

A snow day.

Restored Wonder

Samhain                                             Waning Thanksgiving Moon

“The one common experience of all humanity is the challenge of problems.” – R. Buckminster Fuller

Once again, awake.  I know why this time.  Over stimulation.  The interview process at the Sierra Club has my head cranking over time, weighing this aspect and that, noodling out the implications, going over what ifs.  I’m familiar with this kind of insomnia, it happened a lot when I worked for the Presbytery, particularly when I had several projects in the air all at the same time, which was the norm rather than the exception.  Leaves my jaw a bit achy, not so good with my still healing wisdom teeth extraction.

This is my (now mild) neurosis at work, continuing to work over nuances, much like the front tires on the Celica last night, trying, trying, trying, but gaining no traction, spinning in place, unable to move forward and accomplishing nothing moving backward.

Added to the interviews, of course, was the commute home last night and my sling-shot derby trying to use momentum to move my car up the slope of our driveway.  Last night after I closed out my blog for the evening, our neighbor, Pam Perlick, called and offered a berth in her garage so our plow guy could work unobstructed.  A kind and thoughtful offer which I accepted.  That meant putting back on jeans, boots, parka, hat and gloves, taking my Berea College whisk broom out and sweeping two new inches off the car before moving it to safe haven.

The night was dark and cold, the snow swept up and swirled as it fell.  Once outside, as is often true, I found the storm exhilarating, especially since Pam’s gesture meant the Celica would not interfere with the snow removal.  I could embrace the cold and the falling snow for what it was, rather than for the problems it brought into my life.

Based on NOAA weather spotter’s it appears we got another 5 inches of snow.  Which would square with my guess.   Snow shapes itself to the objects on which it lands, often in unusual, even bizarre shapes.   I’ll put out some photographs today, once it becomes light.

These kind of storms and the deep cold of January define the north for me.  They’re why I’m here and why I love this state so much, so I’m happy my neighbor restored my wonder.  Thanks, Pam.

Parked Outside. At Home.

Samhain                                       Waning Thanksgiving Moon

Yee Ow!  Into the Sierra Club for the final interview round.  Snow began coming down.  The interviews were good, and the after processing was good, but the snow continued to fall. When I googled MNDOT for road conditions, all roads were red leading home.  So.  I went over to the Merry Lanes and hung around while the Sierra Club staff engaged in team building by knocking (some) pins down.  It was fun, but I didn’t get me home.  Finally, around 5:40 I decided to come home anyhow.  It took me over an hour–a ride that took me 30 minutes just this morning–never going higher 30 mph and mostly 20 mph.

Then, to sink the knife in deeper, the great unsolved problem of our homeplace confronted me, again.  That is, a sloped ascent packed with snow.  I tried for another half an hour to drive up and into the garage stall, but even with the help of the granite grit, I finally gave up, too tired from the day and the commute.  So the Celica sits about half up the driveway, a task for tomorrow.  Sigh.

Once Kate retires I plan to drive the truck (4 wheel drive) in instances like this.  No problem crawling up the hill then.

Latin went well this morning.  Decided to stay on a weekly schedule for now.

The Seventh Generation

Samhain                                  Waning Thanksgiving Moon

Any of us who work the legislature and the administration for any purpose have to take the 6.2 billion dollar deficit seriously.  It will disrupt state work, occupy legislative time and distract attention from other matters, especially longer term matters like environmental and conservation issues.  It could also, in light of its direct cause, the economic crisis and slow return of jobs to our state economy, tilt the scales in favor of jobs based proposals like the Polymet hard-rock, sulfide mine proposed for the edge of the Iron Range.

In times when the books balance and the state’s economy hums along at full employment decisions with long term consequences are still hard to make.  It would be easy, then, in hard times, to simply duck the issues of logging off our state and national forests, their resiliency in light of climate change and the damage to them wrought by invasive species and powered vehicles.  It would be easy, then, in hard times, to put off financial investments in mass transit.  Why spend money when we already have roads and buses?  It would be easy, then, in hard times, to put off more ambitious clean energy goals, continuing to pump electricity out of toxic emitters like coal plants, balking at ground floor investments needed in wind and solar energy.

It would be easy, but it would not be wise.  We have learned already, the hard way, that mountain tops once removed, will no longer rise toward the sky.  We have learned, the hard way, that sulfide mining produces heavy metal and sulfuric acid waste that lasts not years, not decades, but centuries, outlasting the companies that produced it, the jobs created and the governments that allowed it.  We have learned, the hard way, that generating energy with dirty fuels like coal, gasoline and nuclear fission has consequences, world changing, life shattering, additive changes.

This means that especially now we must be vigilant, careful, thinking about the seventh generation when we make our decisions.  Will the seventh generation of Iron Rangers be better off with hard-rock sulfide mines spread along the Range?  Will my seventh generation, my grandchildren of the distant future, find a boreal forest in Minnesota? Will there still be unpaved portions of the metro area?  Areas saved by the development of rail, bicycle and pedestrian pathways?

Hard times, hard as they are, come and go.  The clean waters we love, the dense forests through which we hike, the fresh air we breathe can all be imperiled by decisions made with long term benefits lost, traded for short term gain.

Ugly Words

Samhain                                        Waning Thanksgiving Moon

What are the ugliest words in current usage?  Mentee is my choice.  Seems like the person identified by this word should have a mermaid tail and a squashed pug face.  Others chose orientate.  Incent and incentivize as in, We should incent them to do this.  Emily came up with the best one though from her years at the state legislature, mute point.  She said she’d cover her ears every time she heard it.  Pretty good.

Do you have a candidate?  Send it along.

Tomorrow the final interviews and decision time.  That will take the afternoon.  Latin in the morning.  Then, a snow storm.