Yes, we are sitting together at the dining room table blogging on a Saturday night. Just like you and I do Kate, when I'm in Seattle. Earl and I saw August: Osage County at the Alley Theater this afternoon. We've reached a certain age - taking in the matinee with lots of grey hair in the audience. Guess because driving at night can be arduous and we're tired anyway by 8:00 or 9:00 in the evening.
There were so many surprise turns and twists in August: Osage County. I'd say it took enormous skill by playwright Tracy Letts to pull it off and I cannot imagine the amount of energy it must take to play those mother and sister roles. We saw John and Rita Hannah on the way out and he said, "This play makes King Lear look like Alice in Wonderland." Good point. Terrific play, clear dialogue, emotional roller coaster, though I thought not quite as gripping as last summer's Next to Normal which my sister Kate and I saw last summer on Broadway. That one stayed in my mind for days, weeks. I bought the script on our way out of the theater.
This has been a lovely, mellow weekend. My own art project is now underway and I am waiting for prices to come in for each of five text walls, one of which is in the photo below and is a lobby area adjacent to elevators.
Here's another text wall. Love the old concrete columns that they've kept throughout the building. I've shown the text interventions to several folks who oversee the various departments in the plan review and code enforcement department and got good feedback and suggestions. Even a couple of guffaws which is the point of most of the text. There are ten art projects for the building which I always knew was ambitious. Now, we are in the thick of it, moving toward toward the AIA gala on April 16.
Photographed Jesse Sifuentes in his TSU studio yesterday and will photograph Dean Ruck and Dan Havel tomorrow. Aggie Eyster is bringing her etched metal panels over from San Antonio on Wednesday and will deliver to the mill work folks.
I photograph Gonzo Monday or Tuesday and straighten out changes in the art budget on Monday a.m. I'd say this is a 3/4 job. I am keeping track of my hours and I am projecting minimum wage by building ribbon cutting time. Nevertheless, I like what I am doing and what will be a unique building in Houston. Glad to have played a part in the making of it.
On Friday, Earl and I went over the Greater East End District to take a look at four of his paintings that they borrowed to hang in the new board and conference rooms in their expanded space. Martin and Alex met us over at Sonny's a week ago to wrap the paintings in plastic and cart them in the back of a district truck with a very short bed.
They had to drive about 10 miles an hour with Martin in the back with a tight hold on them. The paintings look really good in the space against those terracotta and chartreuse walls.
Three of the paintings are from the early 1970s, paintings of maps, bodies of water, camping grounds. Quite wonderful. The fourth is from Earl's petroglyph series painted a summer or two ago. They all absolutely make the spaces sing.
Sat on the screen porch last evening. Air was soft and we saw a bright cardinal and today a red headed woodpecker. The birds are filling the air with different songs. The trees are sending out tiny new green leaves, the spirea is getting greener by the moment. Artemio spent parts of two days here midweek cutting down dead and frozen ginger and other plants that needed pruning back because of those two weeks of freezing nights.
Once again the ginger will grow was nothing and it will take until mid summer before it gets to a decent luxurious height. I am not liking these every-year freezes.
Walked for an hour this morning and got to the trail along Brays Bayou and the Wortham Golf Course. Overcast windy day. A front coming through. A good walk.
After the play, home to share a bottle of Shiraz and a steak with a big green salad and baked onions and potatoes. Oh, on Thursday evening we went to Bright Star to see George Krause's new work. Beautiful, stunning installation, stunning images.
Good to see George again. He lives up in Wimberly now, but when he taught photography at University of Houston, I took several of his classes and what a fine teacher he is. He'd say to me, "Don't photograph the easy stuff. That one you know how to do. It's too pretty. What else could you have done with it?" We'd pin our photos up on a board and the class would be asked to take down the weakest one and then the next weakest one until the few good ones were left and then we talked about why they worked. And as the photos came off the wall, we'd talk about why we edited as we did. George said some interesting things about nude photography, which Patsy and I were doing at the time. He said that when you exhibited nude photography, people would come up to you and say the strangest things and that what they said was really about them and not the work at all.
Nudes can trigger all sorts of strange remarks and thoughts. Well, he's still at it with nude photography and his images are like icons. We watched a nine minute video of George talking about photographing the men and women that appear in the exhibition. Listening to him talk as he photographed them was like hearing myself when I photograph and feel the excitement of seeing and capturing exactly the right gesture or bit of filtered light. Those moments are beautiful highs, surely filled with serotonin.
Earl's finished his blog post. I'll finish mine up and call it a day.