by Mari Andrew
The Getty is great for families, especially on warm days when you can stroll around the garden, lie down in the shade on perfectly tended grass, pop into a gallery to get a quick glimpse of history while enjoying the air-conditioned room, or sit around the outside tables to enjoy a cool beverage and snacks. There’s also a Family Room with fun activities to keep the littles busy. Their permanent collections are noteworthy and their temporary exhibitions are free and well-curated. We visited “Beyond the Nile: Egypt and the Classical World” and Elaine stayed engaged while walking through the eerie dark setting with “scary heads” and sculptures. She enjoyed the jewelry and treasures the most. Surprisingly, the garden was the least fun for her because pebbles kept getting in her jelly sandals and the beautiful spring blooms, i.e., poppies, lavender, roses, were gathering places for “bumblebees.” She kept saying, “There’s bumblebees. The bumblebees, the bumblebeeeees,” in a nervous tone. Later, she broke into a full on cry because she wanted to get out of there. Well. It was fun while it lasted.
The de Young museum is holding a special exhibit featuring Post-Impressionist masterpieces from the Musée d’Orsay, and of course I had to go. Though not a huge fan of (romantic) Impressionists, I do love their later phase with vivid colors, thick applications of paint in bold brush strokes, and fusing realism with geometric forms; in other words, I love van Gogh. Here’s “Starry Night Over the Rhone,” a less dramatic piece compared to “The Starry Night” at the NY MoMA, but I think this piece should be appreciated in its own — stars twinkling one peaceful evening — an impression in one’s mind that photos cannot capture:
I’m glad my fiance enjoys and appreciates art. I can drag him with me to any gallery and he’d be happy. Maybe because he’s with me. ;)
Friday night at BAM (Berkeley Art Museum) with various Japanese musicians (and one Caucasian drummer) playing traditional-modern fusion music using the koto. The music reminded me of the film, Untitled — what is music if not arranged noise, what is art if not an expression. After the performance, a man asked his colleague, “Was that strange enough for you?” and that pretty much summed up my thoughts — strange, but imaginative.
After touring the galleries (focusing on the Japanese art exhibit, “Flowers of the Four Seasons”), we ran around orange hills/waves (created by Thom Faulders) and sang like Freulein Maria with our arms outstretched. Friday.