Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Friday, January 03, 2020

Art and Technology

Loving family members have been gifting me Best Buy gift cards that were piling up in the drawer because never had anything that I wanted to buy.


I finally thought of something! I had some remaining money on my card and I asked the cashier if they wanted it. They said they weren't allowed to accept it and if I left it there that they would have to put it in the store's safe. Ok.

I pretty much use the Google Nest Mini to play Jeopardy everyday and to play music on occasion. 


A St. Louis pro tip is that at the Saint Louis Art Museum the traveling paid exhibits are all free on fridays. This time was Dutch Painting in the Age of Rembrandt. Per website:


"Dutch Painting in the Age of Rembrandt presents outstanding examples of 17th-century Dutch painting from the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. The exhibition features many of the subjects for which the Dutch are well known, including landscapes, still lifes, portraits, and scenes of everyday life—or genre scenes as they are now commonly known.

Seventeenth-century Dutch artists lived in a period of far-reaching change—political, religious, social, economic, demographic, and even geographic. The Protestant self-ruling Dutch Republic, which gained independence from Spanish Habsburg rule in the course of the Eighty Years’ War (1568-1648), quickly rose to international prominence. An expansive worldwide presence transformed the Dutch into leaders in global trade and established a vigorous merchant class at home.

Many of the paintings in Dutch Painting in the Age of Rembrandt bear witness to overseas travel, trade, and territorial expansion. Other works bring the people of the young republic to life, while yet others evoke the physical world they lived in—city and country—all year round.

The exhibition celebrates two remarkable gifts to the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, from Rose-Marie and Eijk van Otterloo and from Susan and Matthew Weatherbie. Included are paintings by Rembrandt van Rijn, Frans Hals, and other celebrated 17th-century Dutch artists.

Dutch Painting in the Age of Rembrandt is organized by the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, and presented in St. Louis by the Betsy and Thomas Patterson Foundation. The St. Louis presentation is curated by Judith W. Mann, curator of European art to 1800; Elizabeth Wyckoff, curator of prints, drawings, and photographs; and Heather Hughes, senior research assistant in prints, drawings, and photographs."


Portrait of Johan van Musschenbroek and His Wife, 1685 or 1688






"Rembrandt van Rijn
Dutch, 1606-1669

Reverend Johannes Elison, 1634
oil on canvas

Maria Bockenolle (Wife of Johannes Elison), 1634
oil on canvas

This pair of Rembrandt portraits depicts Maria Bockenolle and her husband, Reverend Johannes Elison, a minister of the Dutch Reformed Church in Norwich, England. As the embodiment of education and culture, the minister wears a long, sleeveless outer garment, called a tabard, the attire of an intellectual. His broad learning is expressed further by the printed book-probably a Bible-and a handwritten journal on the right. He expresses his faith by drawing his left hand to his breast. Maria wears dress fashionable for women in England, including the broad-brimmed hat. Such hats, more commonly worn by men in the Netherlands, were trimmed in beaver fur. Extinct in continental Europe by the 17th century, beavers were only available through trade in North America.

Life-size, full-length portraits, typically chosen for royal or noble patrons, were far more expensive than the usual bust or half-length formats. This pair, commissioned by the couple's son, a wealthy merchant, hung in his house in Amsterdam to demonstrate his status and success. Johannes and Maria resided in Norwich from 1608 until 1639. Dutch Calvinists went to England in the late 16th and early 17th centuries, fleeing the Catholicism imposed by Spanish rule. The Elisons most likely served a congregation of such immigrants."








This one was one of my favorites. I liked this whole exhibition a lot because it was long enough ago that it was unfamiliar, but contemporary enough that I could relate to the scenes. This one was fun because of the "drinking" tobacco part.

"Jacob Duck
Dutch, c.1600-1667

The Smoker, 1650-55
oil on panel

An off-duty soldier gazes listlessly up at the tobacco smoke curling out of his mouth. Tobacco, native to the Americas, was imported into Europe in the 16th century. It was embraced, first as a medical cure-all, and then as an intoxicant to rival alcohol. In fact. people referred to smoking as "drinking" tobacco before the verb "to smoke" came into use. Several white clay pipes are featured in this composition. One of them rests on top of a brazier, the ceramic vessel that held hot coals used to light a pipe in the days before matches. Everything else-the soldier's pose and expression, the two women (of perhaps ill repute), the card game, pearls, wine, and candlestick-strongly suggest this group is up to no good.

Utrecht artist Jacob Duck specialized in guard room and tavern scenes that highlight the military men who kept the Eighty Years' War (1568-1648) going. When this painting was made, the war had only recently come to an end."

Sunday, December 29, 2019

A Show at the Kemper Art Museum

Kemper Art Museum located on Washington University's campus was hosting an Ai Weiwei art exhibit that was about to end, so we went and checked it out.


























Afterwards we went to the mall and did some New Years Eve shopping.


I was planning on doing something a little different this year.


Lydia should start letting me pick out her clothes.

Friday, January 25, 2019

Warhol Meets Lichtenstein at the Saint Louis Art Museum

The whole crew popped over to the Saint Louis Art Museum to see some arts. This time the special exhibit was entitled Graphic Revolution: American Prints 1960 to Now.


I must've been startled by how lifelike Andy Warhol's Campbell's Soup II felt in my soul.


Jenna was there.




Lydia gathering behavioral inspiration from Crying Girl by Roy Lichtenstein.


Flowers, Andy Warhol, 1970


Headsplody guy, didn't read the sign


Expressionist Woodcuts, Roy Lichtenstein, 1980


Friday, March 30, 2018

Sunken Cities at the Art Museum

The latest Saint Louis Art Museum traveling exhibit was entitled Sunken Cities: Egypt's Lost Worlds. A city on Egypt's coast was claimed by the ocean and sort of lost to history until some intrepid SCUBA divers went and dug it all up. We took a group of friends and checked it all out.






























Thursday, December 28, 2017

Evita's Grave, a Melvin, and a Weird Steak in Buenos Aires

Today we went on a really cool free walking tour of Buenos Aires. I love free walking tours so much. It was a really hot sunny day so our giant group of English speakers leap frogged from tree-shade to building-shade trying not to get fried.


I liked our guide because he took the time to dive into a variety of subjects: politics, soccer, economics, the Falklands War, food, art, and a few random stories in between.


Our journey began at the Teatro Colon which he told us was in the top 5 opera houses in the world and it was... I want to say the largest horseshoe shaped theatre in existence? Liberal rag National Geographic ranks Teatro Colon as #3 best opera house in the world, with the better 2 being in Italy.

One fun fact our guide told us was that the acoustics in the building are so finely tuned that each chair is shapely slightly different depending on its position on the floor relative to the stage.

Our guide went on and on about how hard it was to get tickets. We looked at each other, said "cool story bro", then booked a performance of The Nutcracker for tomorrow night. It's hard to stay in the Christmas mood when it's boiling hot out so special measures were necessary.
















Another notable spot was where a dude's family built a fancy church, the Basilica of the Holy Sacrament, that they could see from their fancy house. Well the woman whose heart he broke built a massive skyscraper, the Kavanagh Building, in between the two to block his view and get sweet sweet revenge.








In a nice shady park we had a long discussion about the Argentine economy and the strange effects it has had on their currency. For a long time the government had an artificial exchange rate set so it was much more advantageous for a tourist to exchange dollars for pesos on the street with a black market money changer than at a bank.

We were excited to see that Uber was operating in Argentina because it cuts down on a lot of the BS that cab drivers like to pull. We have noticed some longer than usual wait times and I got an explanation for that too. Uber isn't legal in Argentina, and won't work with Argentine's credit cards, so really it's for foreigners. Fine by me. Our tour guide said that drivers will often ask you to sit in the front seat so you look less like an illegal customer.

He said counterfeiting is a problem, and that cab drivers will often try to give you counterfeit bills in change. Uber for me thanks. All of the money problems here really made me appreciate how stable the system is in the US.


This tower was a gift from the local British community and was called Torre de los Ingleses until the Falklands War in 1982 when the name was changed to Torre Monumental.


There was a Falklands War monument nearby guarded by really ceremoniously dressed soldiers.






If you hold a couple of Evita hundos up top to bottom the design continues like wallpaper.


The tour ended really close to our apartment at Evita's grave in Recoleta Cemetery. Apparently after her death she was embalmed by the same guy who did Lenin then put on display. Well when that government fell in a military coup the new crew didn't want anyone to visit her and were too scared to destroy her so they went through years of ridiculous schemes and hiding places before she was secretly buried at the Vatican. Eventually she was dug up and returned to her family's crypt in Buenos Aires. For me to see.
























It was so friggin' hot that we stopped for ice cream. You can definitely tell there's Italian influence in Argentina.






We popped over to visit Evan's crew's apartment and had some delicious refreshments.


That Chilean restaurant crossed me when I ordered that melvin and they were unable to deliver so I bought a melon and some white wine and made it myself. The recipe called for powdered sugar but I figured that was unnecessary.






It was afternoon so you know what that means: we headed to a nearby McDonald's and looked over the afternoon menu!






Evan went for those papas fritas cheddar bacon like a boss.








Brandon suggested we pop over to the National Art Museum which surprised me. I thought he was too cool for that sort of thing. It was a good idea though because they had a lot of good stuff. They even had some famous world class artists' work such as Rodin and Toulouse-Lautrec.






















Brandon was like "hey guys lets stop and pick up some ultra refreshing super premium AB InBev products on the way home." 


Brandon couldn't decide between the Argentinian Cerveza Quilmes or the Brazilian Brahma Chopp. Luckily they are both made by the same company so we didn't need to choose. Thumbs up to both!


We had a really good dinner at Rodi Bar that night. Argentina is well known for its beef so I thought I could just order whatever steak and it would be good. I was incorrect. I chose the asado de tira for the sole reason that the menu's English translation was "Argentine rib steak". I'm in steak country so who am I to argue?




Well it turns out ribsteak means pile of bones and fat that is physically near to inedible. I gnawed at it for a while without satisfaction.


Despite my poor choice I had a great time. The sides, bread, and wine were all solid so it was impossible to complain. The waiter was playful and accommodating despite the language barrier. On two occasions someone at our table ordered and he just literally thumbed down their plan and picked them something else.










We risked our lives again in the apartment's rickety elevator then called it a day.