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.
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."
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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.
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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.
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.
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.
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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.
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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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"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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Entering the artist Candice Lin's "Seeping, Rotting, Resting, Weeping" is the closest experience to becoming Alice in Wonderland. Perhaps one of the first Alice's Wonderland drafts to be more precise. The one in which you attend a tea party with white rabbits puking at each other's mouths. Mr. Cheshire Cat doesn't stop staring at you because he suspects you're planning to steal his meth. Yes, the one -he claims- makes him invisible. While, in my opinion, this draft is the best, it never got the approval of a single publisher. I lost the point. Let's get back to Candice Lin.
Image taken by Candice Lin and Francois Ghebaly
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For the last several days I have been staring a this piece of pottery that I brought from Pomaire, Chile. Clay is part of our handmade crafting traditions, but I never valued the worth of almost 200 hundred years of history. These are some of my thoughts after vising this crafting community.
Destiny or fate are definitely not words I tend to usher. I secretly roll my eyes every time I hear people saying something was "meant to be." But there are moments in my life that feel just right, almost divine. They touch my soul in a way I need it and I lose myself completely mesmerized by the occasion. Such a moment happened to me last weekend while driving to Iowa to visit my host family.
About four years ago, I decided to study law for the second time, this time in the United States. The prospect of starting from zero again after enduring one law school and gaining experience in Austria sounded irresistible. Who would not want to trade in sleep, free time and financial security for expensive and time-consuming legal studies, numerous part time jobs and a LOT of lifestyle headaches? What a bargain! But I had an agenda – to practice law in Minnesota.
By the time I achieved my goal, I ran on a survival mode for too long and needed a “jump start.” Turning to my passion – travel -- I just pack my car every weekend and off I go discovering the Midwest without a plan. With each swim in a river full of beavers, each invitation to camp in the garden of a local artist I talk to, each host family visit, I feel more connected and relaxed. And then the last weekend came. I took off late afternoon from Minneapolis and was slightly nervous about driving at night. But once the sun set, something magical happened. Thousands of fireflies started to illuminate my road. It felt like mystical fairies were guiding me. I have never seen anything like that before. I felt my mouth drop, eyes widen and then there was nothing -- just the calmness of the night and the enchanting flickering surrounding me. No past. No future. Only the now. After a few years of worrying about my bottomless to-do list, my brain finally turned off. I was fully present in the moment and I desperately needed that – it was meant to be!
You can imagine my surprise when fireflies greeted me at a Des Moines art gallery the next day! An artist captured the exact allurement I experienced the night before. And you can imagine my even bigger surprise when I found out that the artist was my fellow country comrade, Czech photographer Radim Schreiber. When Radim moved to Iowa, he too was fascinated by the abundance and brightness of fireflies during summer nights. Radim expresses his experience with fireflies as “being transported to another dimension.” Judges of numerous contests such as the National Geographic and the Smithsonian Photography must have felt the same when they awarded Radim with highest prizes. He exhibited his fireflies across the USA, England, Brazil, Hungary and Czech Republic.
Just like me, Radim loves shooting beautiful photographs and sharing them with people. His process almost always starts with a visual idea — a fantasy of a photograph he wants. Then he looks forward to taking the picture like a little kid. And when he finally gets the envisioned shot, he becomes ecstatic. But there are downsides to this fleeting kind of photography. When Radim does not progress in his work he is frustrated, tired, angry, and low on energy. He finds it challenging to stimulate change. It doesn't always come on its own. He has to relax into it and be open to the opportunities. I totally feel you Radim!
If you are sold on Radim’s charming photos, you can order them at https://fireflyexperience.org. All the prints are signed by the artist and printed using archival materials.
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