Cindi walked into the museum last night looking stunningly beautiful. She has a unique ability to create a chic and understated outfit by throwing on a few basic pieces from her wardrobe. Last night it was a simple pair of black pants, a white blouse and silver jewelry that include the Elsa Peretti cuff I gave her for her birthday.
The evening started off with the Rothko exhibit. It’s not a blockbuster retrospective, but instead, concentrates on his works from the 1940s. The show traces his evolution from realism to abstract painting. I was awed by his paintings and found the color palates inspiring. The man was a genius when it came to putting brush to canvas.
The next stop was the Nick Cave exhibit. I would describe Cave as an incredibly talented multimedia performance artist extraordinaire. His work is unique and labor intensive. Cave did a live performance at the museum last night which had been sold out for weeks.
After the Cave exhibit we decided to get a little nosh from the buffet in north building. On the way, we cruised through the western art gallery, stopping to admire a Debra Butterfield horse sculpture fashioned out of red scrap metal. Cindi recalled meeting Butterfield when she lived in Montana. She regretted passing on the opportunity to buy a Butterfield horse sculpture for next to nothing.
We had an interesting conversation while enjoying veggies, fruit and cheese from the buffet. A video feed of the Nick Cave performance which was being projected on the wall. Cindi described the horror of getting a reverse 911 this week with evacuation orders due to a fire in her canyon. The fire department’s quick action extinguished the fire with only one house lost. Cindi recounted the panic she experienced after getting a call that means everything you leave behind could be lost. Then Cindi told me she may need surgery to repair her broken arm but her minimal heath care plan will not cover the surgery. She’s trying to remain optimistic but fears a possible devastating financial setback.
Cindi headed home after the museum while I stopped by Ice Cube to see a new show on opening night. There was one interesting plexiglass sculpture. The rest of the show was lackluster at best. I was in and out of the gallery in a matter of minutes.
My next, and final stop, was another gallery a few blocks from Ice Cube, near the Eagle. It was an unnamed two room makeshift warehouse space. The artwork shown was from young up-and-coming artists. The art was raw but had promise. The attendees were mostly young and inked, dressed in jeans and t-shirts. I stood out in my chinos, linen button down shirt, summer tie and suede bucks. I was welcomed by one of the guys who gave me a brief tour.
Once home, I watered the garden while watching the lightning of an approaching summer storm. After the initial storm passed over, I climbed into to bed and read for a while, waiting for the next wave of thunder and lightning to pass. Ferdinand was sprawled out on the bed letting the breeze from the swamp cooler blow the fur on his stomach. After the storm passed he went out to begin a night of prowling while I turned off the lights and headed to dreamland.