It's been a dark week. Impending doom of an ice storm that mostly resulted in four days of darkness, rain, and fog. And a dark week coming up, considering the inauguration, although today is finally sunny (thank you, heavens). So during some of the dark weekend, Lance and I visited Crystal Bridges to catch the last gasp of a temporary exhibit called The Art of American Dance. Lovely, thoughtful, edgy show. Native American dance, ballet, tap, all American forms of social and solo dance. Video to demonstrate with contemporary masters, and several paintings and sculptures depicting dance and movement.
|a study by Thomas Eakins|
|Trying to embody the confidence of this Robert Henri dancer.|
|Trying to show my mesmerization with Nick Cave's Sound Suit.|
|Responsive video wall. You move and the projection tracks your movement. Gorgeous.|
|In another part of the museum: Shaking Hands and Kissing Babies: The Road to the White House. First time near this iconic Shepard Fairey print.|
|New Sol Lewitt wall drawing you can see across the water from the restaurant.|
|Through the Big Red Lens by Frederick Eversley. Rose colored glasses. Need them this week. It's all about perception.|
On the way home we detoured off the highway to this chapel. I've been by this exit dozens of time, but had never stopped. Beautiful surprise. We were the only ones there. Special, quiet time.
|Mildred B. Cooper Memorial Chapel in Bella Vista|