My gorgeous, no, stunning Minneapolis, Minnesota, better known as the Venice of the Midwest -well, disputed nickname by many and unknown to others- is also a cornerstone in the history of music. Undisputed fact. First, Minnesota handled Prince to us in a silver plate. From a metaphorical hot spring located between First Avenue and Paisley Park studios, royal purple rain washed the fucking World. We owe you one, Minnesota; however, there is so much more. The Twin Cities (Minneapolis and St. Paul) have inspired several musicians. It's corners, streets, and highways. Musicians have also reimagined the Twin Cities in response, as throughout words, we agree in descriptions and vibes that reshape our perception of our common spaces. I find this fascinating.
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Art-A-Whirl happens to be one of the -if not the largest- open studio tours across the United States, taking place here, in Minneapolis. More specifically the Northeast neighborhood of our beloved city. What a great time of the year for Spring to stay for good. We are almost a week ahead of this great event, so I wanted to drop some words.
Holaaa, folks. Another not-that-cold week but not-warm-enough one for Spring? Shot me in the head, please. This early Spring rain sucks, but you know what doesn't suck? The Mill Museum. You heard (read) me well! The perfect adventure for a week like this (because I would never recommend it over drinking tap beer on a patio or just hanging out with your fellas during a sunny day). Let's get back on track because I'm not kidding, folks, museum and mill can actually be together in the same phrase as the words almost fun.
I've seen a ton of shit at the Walker Art Center. I mean, weird shit, folks. "Muchas weas" in colloquial Chilean dialect. Cause we are lucky to have such a marvelous place in Minneapolis, which is free on Thursdays (who would have said that such a communist idea as free entertainment would be financed by a big corporation like Target. I'm losing the point, folks). Shen Xin's last work gets the crown of the weirdest "weas" in the city, and I think that's beautiful. You will freak out too, I think that is the point. You will not only watch art, but you will also live a full 5 1/2 sensorial happening or something. Uff dah. Hold my cup.
For the last few months, I can only think about one local painter when I hear about abstract expressionism art. Gena Cohen's work is the embodiment of deconstructing shapes into abstract forms. To carry on her craft into the canvas, watching Gena is like having the fortune of spotting a sailor catching ideas and shapes in the thin air.
Image retrieved from www.genacohen.com
It has been a month and a half of being hooked to the Minneapolis songwriter rounds. Oh, boy. It has been a blast for so many reasons. Where should I start? A roulette of amazing musicians? No charge? It fucking happens every two weeks? Great selection of tap local beer at 331Club? Whoops, it's very harsh to pick just one. Keep reading.
I mean, concert season strikes back, dude. Bands flying around venues like hummingbirds grasping honey. Keep your expectations checked as well. Sites are starting to open as tours are being announced, so people are getting wild. Hold your fists up, keep your chin low. Don't quite it after seeing that it got sold, don't pay four times the price in a resale. A blow in your guts. Get creative and fight back! This is a free-for-all rumble.
Another Minnesotan musician! Well, born in Hawaii, then moved to Pittsburgh ... but to grow up in Minnesota. Mason Jennings's musical career started and blossomed in the Twin Cities. After being rejected many times, a musician who began and found his sound in Minneapolis. From a challenging beginning to being awarded a start at our local hall of fame, yes, the First Avenue's wall of fame. Mason Jennings caught my attention; his work is excellent. He also seems candid and passionate when he chats about his work and career.
Retrieved from Mason Jennings' website
We came up with this story. Saturday eve. Itchy feet, dry throats. Someone next to me holds my beer. At this place, my friends broke in -just as a way to say. They kept the door open but forgot to close the dam tap when they left! Unspoken shame. Those who leave the tap open after leaving the bar have no manners. Let's get back in business. To Minnesota. A meeting of ducks, yes, it was. Greasing and drinking, they were in Minnesota. Doing duck's stuff, you know, because Minneapolis, Minnesota brought them together. But this is not a tale about friendship. Oh, no, my fellow reader. This is a tale about the conflagration that burst between them. Duck against duck, taking sides. Is Minneapolis a place worth living? They asked and pull in rage.
Past midnight. I'm listening at Adrianne Lenker's performance at the Tiny desk (home) series with a bitter taste in my mouth. "What a dream it was, I almost couldn't wake because" this amazing singer is playing at the Cedar Lake Cultural center for only $25 bucks, but everything is sold out. Repeat, rejoice those who got their tickets early. For those left behind, come and join me. Let's grief together tonight.
Minneapolis, Minnesota has a color. It's ultraviolet purple. It has to be purple, the embodiment of Prince's legacy. So much purple, like a living stream pooring all streets from the northeast art district to uptown. We are socked in purple as we rush holding hands for a concert night at First Avenue. Our step on pools of cold purple water, and then, our clothes felt heavy as those are already socked in purple as well. Prince is still alive.There is always music in town.
Stan Lee co-created superhero characters in comics like Daredevil, Spiderman, Blackpanter, Scarlet Witch, Fantastic Four, Black Widow, etc., but I was surprised that he was also involved with real-life heroes too. This is 2012. Stan Lee starring tonight at his own show Academy of Heroes. Surprise, surprise. A Minneapolis vigilante appears to save the day. Razorhawk. In Stan Lee's words: "I'm impressed. From a professional wrestler to being a crime fighter. To me that's impressive."
By IASP.
Confession time. I was drunk when I made it to the Artcrank fest, a wonderful collection of graphic art around biking. A thousand-dollar idea, you may ask. Don't get too excited. To set also an Octoberfest before the Artcrank event was like a trap for unconcerned travelers as me. I just wanted to enjoy some art without getting wasted! I cannot write a full recount of events of that day, but Coralette Damne's art is one of the few things I kept.
By IASP.
Walking around, lying on the grass. The spoonbridge and cherry sculpture starring tonight as the finest piece of dessert. Dessert? How did a eccentric background for Instagram become Minneapolis' coat of arms? The silliest conceivable one.
Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen's work was finished and placed at the sculpture garden back in 1988. A giant stainless steal and aluminum plate of dessert. No doubts. The main role of the area taken by the spoonbridge and cherry sculpture. Iconic, no fear of fame. What were they thinking? I wonder. People adore it, in fact, hundreds perhaps thousands of selfies are taken with cherry and spoon as backgrounds.
The size of the cherry and spoon makes me feel like Z, the worker ant in the also iconic movie of Woody Allen. From having a nice picnic at the sculpture garden to becoming an ant rejoiced with dinning food hundred times your size. Rejoice, rejoice.
The spoonbridge and cherry sculpture evokes Louis XIV's dinning etiquette -according to an untraceable article cited by Wikipedia. The piece matches the goofy and silly vibe of Minneapolis, that's settled. The same community that likes to freeze jeans into sculptures to model them in hilarious positions every winter (if you haven't done it yet, please, be my guess). Further, in the winter season, this sculpture turns into a mouthful of ice cream sundae, one of the artists claims. I agree.
Some early designs involved a dragon shaped viking boat. That could have been badass, a viking boat at the side of the road, though, very boring. This idea was abandoned quite early. We like silly things and having the Walker Art Museum grants you a context of academic and post-modern art which desperately asks to be bullied. Having a cherry over a spoon is hilarious. I wonder who was the one rising the hand in the board meeting and said, "I feel more represented by a giant dessert than a viking boat." Calling this a 180-degree turn falls short. As a newcomer, passing by the spoonbridge and cherry sculpture brings me joy and sometimes a good laugh imagining myself as a little ant.
You can find the spoonbridge and cherry sculpture at the sculpture garden of Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Oh, red cherry, my merry cherry, don't
stop rolling. Fear of god, giant spoon
Who ate the last cherry?
Being out of cherries, that's scary
No cherry left to eat with my spoon.
By IASP.
It's like releasing a stream of emotion. Untold. To find an art style that strikes a chord in your heart. Sumi-e (traditional Japanese ink painting) is my first serious attempt to break into art as an adult, perhaps what led to this blog. Yet, creativity is boundless, wide open. To some degree, Susan Davies' work reminds that.
By IASP.
Once Upon a Crime. It's dinner time. A room packed with wealthy people. Tonight is the one we were waiting for. The host is serving this three-course meal. From glass to glass, the finest wine runs out as small talks become heated arguments just like bowling water. Then, lights off. Someone next to me screams amid the confusion, I guessed. When the light is finally back, the sight of a sharp knife stabbed on the back of the host's corpse shock us all. Yes, finally, everyone is satisfied for what we were craving for. Once Upon a Crime, the book shop specialized in mystery books located in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
By IASP.
Two Brazilian siblings and a Minnesotan joined like a latte mixture of Brazilian beans and local milk. Starring Fernando and Humberto Campana meet Gary Johnson. Downtown is taken again by more renown artists from Brazil as Eduardo Kobra's emblematic mural of Bob Dylan. What a fantastic time to be alive. To walk and find these hidden landmarks all over the Twin Cities. Minneapolis is becoming a bright and colorful carnival ride that never ends.
The Brazilian siblings' Zig Zag urban intervention is an intriguing proposal for a public space, perhaps too greedy. Displaying techniques to catch Brazil's multicultural carnival spirit. The Capana siblings aim to create a new public space, a market. However, it remains empty to this day.
The most characteristic feature is the roof made of straps of multiple colors leaving space for the light to create shadow patterns like a forest in which the sun finds the way between leaves and branches to draw unique shapes on the floor. Shapeshifting. This dance between shadow and light may never reach the motionless state of death.
I took pictures of different times of the day to embrace the Campana's proposal (below). I can attest that I was never able to take exactly the same picture twice. There were so many factors inter-playing: weather, light, time, people crossing the place, etc. A shapeshifting space a few steps of downtown. That cannot be unintentional.
Yet, the original purpose behind the project seems unaccomplished. This space was designed for becoming a public space for gathering, trading, in other words, community. None of these functions seems to be fulfilled by this project. To be fair, this space invites for all these things and more. The location and design is uncontested. Day after day, the image of a crowded and colorful market breaks into my mind amidst the roof straps being lifted by the pillars at both sides. Just to imagine an artist selling his/her paintings at the spot makes me shivering. Would that day come? We are left without answers.
Again, the Campana's work is thrilling. The use of unconventional materials with clean and shaped designs is unique. To find a common ground between opposite forces is a brilliant exhbition of technique and effort. To think that one of the Campana is not even an architect or designer but an attorney is encouraging. I believe there are reasons beyond the project itself why this spaces has not been recaptured by the community. The space is welcoming. Fact. Perhaps only time will bring an answer.
Another idea assaults my mind. Opposite thoughts. What if the Campana siblings brought a different gift? Yes, I do thing that. The market was solely the first gift. Instead, their second gift is a new sight of the skyline. I mean, what's the best way to enter Minneapolis? That's a fundamental question, and in my opinion, we lacked some sort of Arch of Triumph to guide us through Hennepin avenue and the main streets. I don't believe there was a straight answer before the Zig Zag because from which angle we could spot the most marvelous angle of the city.
But we were given an answer, more like a second gift from the Campana siblings. You can start from Loring Park and walk -not too fast, but not too slow- heading to downtown. Half the way, you will encounter the Zig Zag, a kaleidoscopic and colorful arch of triumph. Yet, the arch is not only a door but also a frame made of shapes, colors, and lights.
There is more. What if the Campana siblings also nailed it with a third gift. Shapes, colors, light, and shadows. The Zig Zag is not solely a frame but an aspiration. The carnival is not what we find but what we wear. An aspiration what we dream for the Twin Cities. The brightest of the future. It is not a coincidence that the Pride finishes at Loring Park.
When you spot all these landmarks around the Twin Cities, you begin to wonder. What are these kaleidoscopic colors being painted at any corner or wall? The Twin Cities is slowly moving to become a never-ending carnival in which everyone is welcomed. That's the aspiration and true gift of the Capana siblings (I wanna hope).
By IASP.
"Attention sacred ancient knowledge ahead," as one hears from a motionless whisper, though, written above the entrance of an unheard alley. This is Minneapolis, Minnesota. Just a few aimless steps later across streets I've never swept before, the kraken appears in front of me. That's how I just found the outstanding work of the muralist Adam Turman.
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