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.
How to describe this recording of Tash Sultana's Notion at the NPR tiny desk concert? It has to be labeled as supernatural as it's a piece of music that, in my opinion, just doesn't belong to this World. To watch Tash Sultana jumping barefoot between several looping pedals is just nuts. Her voice also reaches an intensity that I cannot find in any other recording of this song. Which makes my mind wander about the unique mixture of circumstances that made this recording a reality. To listen Tash Sultana signing hallelujah with her jimmy-Hendrix-kind-of arrangements in the solo. Watch from 07:30 (or just from the beginning, you will not regret it).
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
The Franconia Sculpture garden is one of these things that belong to Minnesota -even if located at the very border with Wisconsin. An untrained eye may be surprised, shocked. "What is this sub-Californication piece of art doing here?" Yet, reasonable thoughts because being at this sculpture garden is like walking in the moon after getting high with a cocktail of cocaine with acetone. Huge monuments made of trash scavenger hunts and treasures of unknown times. Unreal abstract and surrealistic art made of shapes and colors that you cannot find in nature. Hundred of sculpture and resident artist contributing with an community project that began in 1996. This is Minnesota.
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.
Suni Lee is the first American Hmong to become an Olympic gold medal winner. Raise your glasses and join me in chant. To celebrate her, Mwene Kajunju, a local artist from Liberia, painted a mural for the gold medal triumph. A fun piece of work to visit in St. Paul, Minnesota. The mural features Suni Lee in black and white colors with the exception of the golden medal that she holds and kisses with joy. "I made the country number one. I did it for my family, and to inspire all the little kids in my community." These are the words of Suni Lee honoring the legacy and future of the Hmong community in Minnesota, the second greatest settlement in the United States after California.
Now, now is a Minnesotan indie-rock band originally formed in Blaine, MN by Cacie Dalager (vocals, guitar, keyboard) and Bradley Hale (drums, backing vocals). I feel someone should make a movie of them, not only for the quality of their music and the personality of their members but their beginning in a high school marching band, where these two musicians met. This would be the ultimate Midwestern music blockbuster. I love it.
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.
Revolts and uprisings brew at best with art. Creative engine, bewitching powerhouse. There is no revolution without poetry, we say in Chile. The 10/18 Chilean uprising prompted the recapture of public spaces as proposing alternatives to areas that were given and erroneously settled in stone. Our progenitors gifted us with the General Baquedano's monument. The revolt "politely" turned them down. Although half the country celebrates the removal of the statue while the rest weeps in agony, we reopened a forgotten venue of dialogue between Santiago and its residents.
I cannot be but fascinated by the removal of the general Baquedano's monument resulting from the ongoing Chilean unrest that started in 2019. A tale, yes, a tale of this empty square that welcomes a debate of what should be raised in lieu of General Baquedano's monument. An opened space like an empty white page about to be colored. It's time for consciously rethink, rebuild, rethink, repeat, rebuild, discuss, rethink, and repeat. Our city is in bad shape. You can tell that by just looking at the consequences of two years of revolts and a year an half of COVID. I'm still optimistic of what the future will bring. We relearned to talk about our cornerstones; we dream with reshaping these spaces. Whatever is placed instead, it's a victory for us as a society.
To rethink our public spaces means to devote ourselves to our city in a reflective exercise. We reinvigorate our bonds with our surroundings. What purpose serve these cornerstones of Santiago or any place? Memory, story, and identity. The best monument brings something that shall never be forgotten. For instance, the ground zero in NYC reminds us of a ripped tragedy, but also a place were we can commute and grieve together. Public spaces embody this kind of power. Educational, sports, entertainment, trade, community building, etc. Hundreds, thousand of purposes.
Picture by Leandro Crovetto
But General Baquedano is alone on his horse. Neither benefit nor goal to be achieved. Meaningless means timeless and also motionless in this case. In other words, this public space was dead. It's like almost dying twice, perhaps, by the time when the government grew tired to protect his legacy. Don't take me wrong, I grew up with heroic stories of the the Pacific war. Yet, General Baquedano felt like a tourist in the former Plaza Italia. He deserves better. Isolated from the very country that he chose to protect with his life. We can do better. Send him home but far from Italia or Dignidad square, whatsoever.
Certainly, there are some attractive proposals to replace general Baquedano's statue. My favorite is a monument to Gabriela Mistral, perhaps one of our most underrated poets to this day. To Gabriela Mistral, our first Nobel prize in poetry. An elementary and secondary teacher deeply involved in advancing the educational systems of Chile and Mexico until her poetry made her world-like famous (Let wind and salt and sand/ drive you crazy, mix you up/ so you can't tell/ East from West,/ or mother from child,/ like fish in the sea./ And on the day, at the hour,/ find only me.) A teacher who really embodies the republican values and the struggles of the middle class. A poet, who can lead a revolution and the changes that are needed so badly with hope and optimism. Whatever project we choose for our nation, we need some poetry on it.
What about Violeta Parra? Let's dream high. The sky is the limit. Chilean composer, world famous folk singer, and social activist, best known for traveling throughout Chile to record the breadth of Chilean folk music, but to really recapture the core of our folklore. Violeta Parra gave us a new soul. We owe her everything (Thanks to life, which has given me so much./ It gave me laughter and it gave me tears./ With them I distinguish happiness from pain./ The two elements that make up my song./ And your song, as well, which is the same song. And everyone's song, which is my very song.)
Perhaps having Violeta Parra at the center of Italia or Dignidad square (again whatsoever you may call it), a meeting point of the ongoing changes, can remind us that we can build something new and beautiful from our diverse population but always walking together, hand by hand. That's a monument that we need badly in these difficult times.
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.
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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).
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