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Sublime Stemme Opens Metropolitan Opera Season with Wagner

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By Mark McLaren, ZEALnyc Editor in Chief, October 6, 2016

This week the Swedish soprano Nina Stemme joined the ranks of Callas, Sutherland, Pavarotti and Domingo as she headlined the opening of the Met's season in a debut that introduced New York to the world's current leading dramatic soprano. Ms. Stemme, at 53, has sung rarely in US houses, but I suspect that now changes.

Despite a solid 2000 Met debut as Senta in Der Fliegende Holländer, Ms. Stemme has been absent from New York. Occasional US appearances (San Francisco, Houston, Washington) have been the exception as she focused on family and a European career. And New York has missed an exciting career indeed, as she moved quickly through Mozart and Puccini to weightier Wagner and Strauss a little over a decade following her 1989 debut. She sang Tannhäuser's Elisabeth in Glyndebourne in 2003, and followed with Covent Garden, Bayreuth, and for EMI Classics with mentor Placido Domingo.

Back in New York, she sang Ariadne at the Met in 2010 and a jaw-dropping Salome with Cleveland at Carnegie Hall in 2012. Then came last season...but more about that in a bit. Let's talk about this week.

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Mariusz Treliński's 'Tristan und Isolde' at Metropolitan Opera
Photo: Metropolitan Opera/Ken Howard


Ms. Stemme anchored Mariusz Treliński's new nautical production (a joint venture with three other companies) surrounded by a solid cast. Journey is the subject, and Treliński's conceit enframes Wagner's ruminative libretto on a base that highlights action. Now let's be clear, this is Wanger - there's plenty of time spent discussing feelings. Tresliński's solution, borrowing from Lapage (and others), visually captures any travel between scenes. An audience-left staircase in Act I adds movement and injects energy that would ordinarily have taken place offstage. Once the exposition is complete, scenes live logically and successfully in clever locations. Tristan and Isolde arrive at the hold of the ship at the end of Act I as they further their relationship. A contemporary hospital scene in Act III sparks interesting emotional associations beyond that of the specific love of the scene. The gentle vignette that closes Acts II and III, Isolde's head resting on Tristan's shoulder as they sit side by side, is stunning in its simplicity. Treliński is more than successful in transporting Wagner's mythical story (there is a love potion) into a contemporary and compelling setting.

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Stuart Skelton and NIna Stemme in Metropolitan Opera's 'Tristan und Isolde' Photo: Metropolitan Opera/Ken Howard


Russian soprano Ekaterina Gubanova is exquisite as Isolde's companion Brangäne, as is René Pape as King Marke. Australian tenor Stuart Skelton makes a more than suitable Tristan, with a solid voice and sound interpretive instincts. Tristan is a tough slog and climatic high notes late in the night lacked a bit of tone. Sir Simon Rattle leads a solid performance, despite a few opening-night brass warbles.

The night's vocal excitement, however, sits squarely with Ms. Stemme, who (finally) returned to New York last season as one of three Turandots (with Christine Goerke and Lise Lindstrom) and in a riveting performance in Patrice Chéreau's Elektra. A great dramatic soprano is a confounding confluence of physiology, time and discipline. And it's probably not always a fun job, what with live performances compared with those recorded by the likes of Nilsson, Behrens and Marton. Well, to this list you can add Ms. Stemme, whose voice has equal measure heft and beauty, and whose acting chops are enviable. Her sound, throughout her range, is deliciously complex with both weight and spin. Her top is robust excitement and the voice enters a room with more confidence than a presidential candidate. Listening to Ms. Stemme is a sit-back experience--not a worry in the world.

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Nina Stemme in Metropolitan Opera's 'Tristan und Isolde'
Photo: Metropolitan Opera/Ken Howard


This opening night may be emblematic of the current Met, now in its tenth year of Peter Gelb's leadership. An enhanced theatrical experience has been Gelb's priority with a focus on new productions, solid acting, and physically appropriate casting. And though productions have been a nice mix of excitement and controversy (The Nose, Doctor Atomic, Death of Klinghoffer, Two Boys, Ring...), vocal success has been sometimes wanting. Young voices in young bodies were lost in the cavernous house and solid (star) singers inappropriately cast in high profile roles. Last season brought more than usual newsy excitement over the Met's vocal product, in particular the performances of Sondra Radvanovsky, Marlis Petersen, and Javier Camarena among others. And of course, the long overdue return of Ms. Stemme. After ten years, I detect a small but important recalibration of the Met's casting algorithm. And it excites me.

Cover: Soprano Nina Stemme in Mariusz Treliński's 'Tristan und Isolde' at Metropolitan Opera; photo: Metropolitan Opera/Ken Howard
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Tristan und Isolde at The Metropolitan Opera. Opened on September 26 and runs through October 27, 2016. Conducted by Sir Simon Rattle. Production by Mariusz Treliński; set design by Boris Kudlička; costume design by Marek Adamski; lighting design by Marc Heinz; video production by Bartek Macias; choreography by Tomasz Wygoda. Cast: Stuart Skelton (Tristan), Nina Stemme (Isolde), Ekaterina Gubanova (Brangäne), René Pape (King Marke), with Tony Stevenson, Evgeny Nikitin, Neal Cooper, Alex Richardson, David Crawford, and Jonathan O'Reilly.

Mark McLaren, ZEALnyc's Editor in Chief, writes frequently on classical music and theater.

Read more from ZEALnyc:

The Metropolitan Opera: Highlights and Complete List of the 2016/2017 Season

The Metropolitan Opera's General Manager Peter Gelb in an Exclusive Three-part Interview with ZEALnyc

Fall 2016 Opera Preview: Here's What You Shouldn't Miss

Classical Music Sizzles this Season -- Read ZEALnyc's Picks for What's HOT!

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Adelina von Fürstenberg and ART for the World Remember Stolen Lives and Legacies

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Stories on Human Rights, trailer, 2008, created and produced by ART for The World. Made in observance of the Sixtieth Anniversary of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, 22 three-minute films were made by some of the world's most prominent filmmakers, artists, and writers and compiled in one feature-length film with music by Michael Galasso. Read more about the film on the ART for the World website.

For the past 20 years Adelina von Fürstenberg has been curating international exhibitions and screenings attended by democratic heads of state and totalitarian dictators alike. ART for the World, after all, is a non-governmental organization for the arts associated with the United Nations Department of Public Information. Founded in 1995, Art for the World began when United Nations Secretary General Boutros Boutros-Ghali came to Fürstenberg, who was then director of the Centre d'Art Contemporain de Genéve, with the request for her to honor the founding of the United Nations with a fiftieth anniversary exhibition named, Dialogues of Peace. Since thebestn, Fürstenberg's curations have given even weight to depictions of transgendered and feminist lifestyles and views representing traditional, sometimes religious, communities opposed to them. She has produced a movie about romantic relations between a woman of color and a skinhead neo-Nazi. She advocates art that models sustainable industrial and agricultural programs presented in societies financed by fossil fuels and agricultural GMOs. She has commemorated the victims of genocide and colonization in exhibitions seen by audiences who refuse to acknowledge such deaths and oppression. All in the effort to instill dialogues of peace.

This fall, ART for the World embarks on its third decade of expanding the dialogues that Boutros-Ghali and Fürstenberg began. Whether we call them institutionalized participation or art activism, they emphasize the commitment to societies world wide on such issues as health, human rights, gender and sexual parity, environmental and social sustainability among nations, communities and individuals. When asked how she negotiates the many differences between individuals and societies, how she mediates audience response to a range of often indignant artistic expressions, she retorts, "It's megalomaniacal for artists, curators and critics to think that we 'negotiate' the terms of social and political conditions. It's impossible as cultural figures to negotiate. The most we can do is make suggestions."


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Hrair Sarkissian, Unexposed, 2012, archival inkjet prints, shown in Armenity, Venice Biennale, 2015. The unexposed are descendants of Armenians who converted to Islam to escape the genocide that took place in the Ottoman Empire in 1915. Today they are rediscovering their roots by reconverting to Christianity, yet are forced to conceal their newfound Armenianness. Deemed unaccepted by Turkish society and not fully part of the Armenian community, they remain invisible.



Fürstenberg may or may not be right. But to hear it said hits as hard as a slap across the face. We don't have to be diplomats or politicians to fall into the pattern of feeling ourselves to be negotiating our day to day interactions, especially when we, artists and writers, act as political and social activists. But that isn't what Fürstenberg means. By interfacing regularly with the diplomats and statespeople who succeed or fail at passing referendums among 193 voting members of The United Nations, she hears the frustrations, sees the hopes that are lost, the bargaining failed, all affecting billions. Starvation, refugees, survivors of catastrophes, disease, terror, genocide: all proceed uncontrollably when negotiations stall or fail. In such voids of power how can she, can we, think that artists, critics and curators have any power of negotiation concerning what policies in the world are implemented?

Fürstenberg prefers the term 'participation' to 'negotiation'. We participate with one another to hear and to suggest what needs to be done. The language of humility is difficult for we who call ourselves activists, artists, critics, who feel we know better and must demand what is or isn't ours, or theirs, by right. But what gives us this right? Not negotiation, Fürstenberg believes, but empathy, something that is either shared or not through communication, through participation. The lesson worked for her as her early frustrations with politicians and art cognoscenti alike gave way to her winning larger and socially-engaged audiences in major cities around the world. The last year in particular has been rewarding, if solemnly, with her exhibition Armenity: Contemporary Artists from the Armenian Diaspora, which she had long hoped to curate. Installed at the Republic of Armenia Pavilion exhibition at the 56th Venice Biennale of International Art, on the Island of San Lazzaro deli Armeni, Armenity observed the centennial of the Armenian Genocide perpetrated by the Ottoman Turks from 1915 to 1918. For its impassioned yet reflective engagement of intimate yet political signals, Fürstenberg was awarded the Golden Lion for Best National Participation -- the highest honor awarded by the Biennale committee overseen that year by the the Nigerian curator and Biennale Director, Okwui Enwezor.

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Zineb Sedira, Algeria, The Lovers, 2008, C-prints. Courtesy of kamel mennour, Paris. Shown in Here Africa: Contemporary Africa Through the Eyes of Its Artists, 2014.





Fürstenberg does have convictions, and strong ones. I came to know Adelina (what I will call her when referring to our direct conversations) on 9/11/2001. She by chance was in Manhattan preparing for the premier of her touring exhibition, Playgrounds and Toys, then being installed at the United Nations' Headquarters in Manhattan with its commissioned designs to be produced by artists and installed for children in cities around the world.

In the moments after the planes crashed into the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon, there was concern that there might be a strike on the United Nations tower. While friends and I were calling everyone we knew who lived or worked near the Trade Center, it occurred to us that we should stop Adelina from going to the UN Headquarters. Chrysanne Stathacos, a mutual friend and an artist representing Canada and the US in the playground show, called Adelina, who then invited us to visit. As did the rest of the world, we talked, argued, accused over who was responsible for the global strife that had led to the strikes on New York and Washington.

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Jia Zhang-Ke, China, Black Breakfast, 2008, film stills, included in the film compilation, Stories on Human Rights.





Even on that dark day Adelina showed tremendous hope for the role that artists can play in mitigating the differences between cultures, however unrealistic or small such efforts struck others, and for however long it would take to win over governmental and financial support for causes that reflect new light and perspectives onto chronic global social issues. It struck me that day that it was difficult, even impossible, to agree with her on so optimistic a view of how art might be effective in drawing diverse regional and indigenous audiences together with audiences from the greater global art centers. I felt I knew how insular and cynical the artworld can be. Adelina, however, sees art to be a portal of humanity that cuts through even the granite-hard indifference of both the international spheres of the art market and governmental diplomacy.

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Left: Edgar Soares, Brazil, Goooal!!!, 2002, Playgrounds and Toys, Deepalya School, New Delhi. Right: Fabrice Gygi, Playground, John Kirakossian School, Yerevan, Armenia, 2003.





I struggled with my doubts as I listened to Adelina explain the many goals for ART for the World, then just beginning its sixth year of presenting exhibitions and film screenings around the world. A week after the carnage and New York City had been declared a disaster area, security concerns forced the UN to cancel its public opening for Playgrounds and Toys but hosted a small and private unveiling of the artists' plans and some of the actual art that had been commissioned by ART for the World and which would be installed in Athens, Milan, New Delhi, London, Hobert (Tasmania), Yerevan (Armenia), and a few refugee camps in Africa. At a time that the world was debating how the United States would respond to 9/11, Adelina had been busy planning to enrich the lives of children of the world's overcrowded cities. To some it might seem a futile act of denial. For those who know Adelina, the exhibition was her light in the darkness. Playgrounds may not be an avenging army, but they were intended as proactive gestures of friendship to the children who are now in, or approaching, their twenties. How many, I wonder, look back on those playgrounds and toys as gestures of international friendship, if they even know it?

Fürstenberg (I am now returning to her public persona) is particularly invested in relaying to her audiences for art and the political models that embody ART for the World's mission of disseminating universal values ​​in the name of Article 27 of the Charter of Human Rights. Which states: "Everyone has the right to take part freely in the cultural life of the community, to enjoy the arts." Her delight is purposeful, given that ART for the World exists to inspire participation in humanitarian efforts and to spread empathy through art.

Fürstenberg is of course right to believe whole-heartedly in the declaration. But Article 27 may be news to too many artists around the world who have had their work destroyed, or have been imprisoned, assaulted, or worse for their expressions.

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Vito Acconci, USA, Help, self-writing billboard, 1998-99. Shown in Art & Social Realities, UNHCR, Geneva, 2000.





Article 27 hasn't helped Jafar Panahi and Muhamed Rasoulof, two Iranian film directors sentenced to six-year prison sentences after being convicted of "propaganda against the state". When Deepa Mehta was shooting her film Water in Varanasi some years ago, Hindu political and religious parties comprised of 2,000 protesters stormed and destroyed her film sets, burning and throwing them into the river as they burnt effigies of Mehta and threatened her life. Two of the Pussy Riot band members served sentences in a Russian prison after publicly disparaging the Russian Orthodox faith. Palestinian conceptual sculptor Abdalla Abu Rahmah was sentenced to a year in prison by an Israeli military court for "arms possession," the "arms" in question being empty gas canisters and disabled projectiles found on the ground long after they had been shot and rendered useless by the Israeli army. Juliano Mer-Khamis, an Israeli actor, filmmaker, and the founder and director of The Jenin Freedom Theater was shot five times and killed in Jenin by Palestinian terrorists. Egyptian New Media artist, Ahmed Basiony, was shot dead by the Egyptian military as he filmed video footage of the pro-democracy protests and occupation of Tahir Square. Ai Weiwei famously was apprehended by Beijing authorities reputedly for nonpayment of taxes, which he denies owing. After spending nearly two years in prison, Palestinian poet and artist Ashraf Fayadh was sentenced to death for renouncing Islam in his book of poems, though the sentence was ultimately reduced to an eight-year prison term and 800 lashes. The Yemen National Museum has been destroyed by civil war, while Tibetan artwork has been censored by the Chinese at the Dhaka Art Summit. And the Taliban and ISIL have infamously destroyed magnificent landmarks of ancient and medieval architecture and art throughout Iraq and Syria.

We can hardly blame Fürstenberg, or even the UN General Assembly and Security Council, for the times that their charter fails us. But when it comes to the right to take part freely in the cultural life of the community, to enjoy the arts, it will take more than "suggestions" to implement free expression. In fact, the history of art itself tells us that art has been instrumental to enabling not only oppression, but genocide and cultural erasure, a fact over which the well-meaninged humanist audiences for it can often be in denial. A brief history of activist art can enlighten us, as it has informed the founding of ART for the World. (For those who will skip the history, resume reading about Fürstenberg and ART for the World eight paragraphs down.)

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Marina Abramovic, Balkan Baroque, performed live by the artist with cow bones and cartilage at the 47th Venice Biennale of International Art, 1977. The work was conceived in response to the dissolution of Abramovic's former nation of Yugolsavia, and the aftermath of ethnic cleansings and other murders and crimes perpetrated on the Serbs, Croats, Montenegrins and Bosniaks by whichever group was the majority population.





Art has been used to enable not only oppression, but genocide and cultural erasure. Consider that in the last century that Wilhelm, Romanov, Hitler, Goering, Stalin, Mao, Pinochet, Pol Pot, Amin, Milosovic, Saddam, Bin-Laden, Kim Jong-il: all had been known to sit raptly at the opera or ballet, or enthusiastically attend exhibitions of fine art, only hours after supervising collective murder in gas chambers, gulags and firing squads -- or at the very moment that storm troopers or terrorists were mowing down scores of victims. It has always been well known that the patronage of much of the world's greatest art has come from generals, monarchs, emperors, caliphs, popes and dictators capable of dispensing communal death because they were bolstered by an ideology of "beautification" or "purification" of society/faith/nation/culture required cleansing. In so many cases, "aesthetics" has been imagined by the aristocratic and proletarian sociopath alike as the core inspiration and raison d'être behind such murderous visions. Aesthetics not only support but inform delusions whereby the unity of race, singularity of faith or ideology through the vehicles of pictorial, musical, literary, dramatic, poetic, athletic models of excellence. Such models of excellence reinforce the delusion that high-minded expression belongs only to the society possessed of the aesthetically superior hair/skin/mind/heart/brain/soul/ability/DNA.

History begins to change toward the end of the 18th Century and the early 19th, when the artists who redefined epochs, tastes, politics and morality saw a vitally new function for art -- one that was both ideological and pragmatic -- if at extreme times desperate. In short, art became dangerous to the murderous sociopaths in power (though art was always dangerous to the antagonists of foreign cultures, as the inspirational battle painting, and before it the battle frieze, amply evidence). Jacques Louis David's Oath of the Horatii, 1785, is widely, if debatably, interpreted to be the first apparent modern image to analogously call a nation to mobilize against its own repressive aristocracy. This interpretation persists despite that David initially supported, prospered under, then rose against, and ultimately survived the collapse of not just one, but three repressive regimes: the monarchy of Louis XVI; the revolution of Danton and Robespierre; and the imperium of Napoleon.

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Left: Kudzani Chiurai, Zimbabwe, Minister of Defense, 2009, ultrachrome ink on photo paper fiber. Shown in AquiAfrica: Contemporary Africa Through the Eyes of Its Artists, 2015. The comic self-effacement of Chiurai is more obvious when seen with other ambitious yet camp identities the artist assumes. But Chiurai's pose as an modern-day pharaoh admits the African desire to reclaim the greatness of African civilizations stolen with centuries of colonization and exploitation. The Pigozzi Collection, Geneva.





With David's opportunism, Francisco Goya (most famously on the merits of the painting, The Third of May, 1808, but also with the ferocious aquatint plates of the The Disasters of War in the 1810s) becomes the true great artistic exponent of democratic revolution, and afterward Eugène Delacroix, with each defining the standards to be met by any and all artists wishing to document, motivate and perpetuate dissent against militaristic and genocidal regimes seeking the ethnic cleaning and cultural erasure of millions. Goya's and Delacroix's pictorial models of documenting and advocating dissent and revolt are taken up brilliantly yet with exceeding anguish by such revolutionary pictorial painters, sculptors and photographers as Käthe Kollowitz, André Kertész, George Grosz, Otto Dix, John Heartfield, Ben Shahn, Pablo Picasso, Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo, Tina Modetti, David Alfaro Siqueiros, José Clemente Orozco, Paul Cadmus, Jacob Lawrence, Elizabeth Catlett, Alberto Giacometti, Ossip Zadkine and Dorthea Lange, to name only the most iconic Western artists.

Dada's birth during the First Great War of the 20th Century marks it as the first true ironic artistic protest movement against the first high-tech barbarism voiding European claims to ushering in the great utopian society of Modernism. Protesting explicitly against the masterpieces of art that failed to tame the savagery of the world's "civilized" nations, Dada circumvented the artist's political activism into less direct and more conceptual, ironic and anti-aesthetic, anti-programatic, and anti-ideological images, objects, acts, performances, genres and media that, a half-century later, came to be endeared by the artworld at the same time they irritated uninitiated audiences and antagonized the over-cultivated aesthetes. In the decades when independence from colonization became a catchphrase around the world, in the colonizing centers, Surrealism, with its Freudian liberation of the unconscious from religious and social taboos, and Existentialism, with its abstract conception of freedom, the expression of Camus's and Fanon's Rebels, De Beauvoir's Second Sex, and Genet's sexual and transgendered outcasts overtook Western civilization to make individual rights a basic prerequisite of human existence to be demanded by an educated popular culture in revolt. We represent, says Sartre, "freedom which chooses, but we could not choose to be free. We are doomed to freedom."

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Left: Nari Ward, Jamaica, Birdhouse for Ariana, 1995. Right: GENERAL IDEA, Canada, AIDS. Both works shown in Dialogues of Peace, Geneva, 1995.





From 1945 on, artists were extrapolating the lessons of Dada as an art of passionately engaged protest. As Adorno famously cautioned that poetry after Auschwitz is obscene, artists suffered a severe existential crisis in the wake of the Holocaust, the Bomb, the Gulag, the Cultural Revolution and the myriad anti-colonial wars of liberation breaking out all over the globe. A new generation of activist artists and intellectuals sought to erase all trace of falsely-sublimated correctness or identifiable essence taking hold of middle class intellectuals fleeing both religion and political parties in their quest for freedom. In 1945, the artist's only defense was to condemn genocide with all the power that art could unleash. But that power grew with Abstract Expressionism, happenings and performance art, Guy Debord's Situationists, the Vienna Actionists, Fluxus, Carolee Schneemann's feminism, the Judson Dancers' pedestrian movement, Pop Art, Conceptual Art, Feminist, LGBT and Identity Art -- all unleashed the freedom of the individual and the democracy of the collective.

Outside the Western states that had yet to embrace democracy and capitalism, an amorphously-ideological Socialist or Marxist framework utilized Social Realist art to expand the fraught tension between classes seen to lead inevitably to revolution ― civil war hypothesized as a necessary and sacrificial progression ― regardless of how bloody or how many were slaughtered in service to the utopian ideology. With participation in all capitalist exchange deemed counter-revolutionary, depicting the "virtues" of an armed Marxist class warfare was dictated to be the ultimate course of action available to the proletariat. Ideologically informed artists from all backgrounds in the Southern and Eastern hemispheres found such notions of utopia and revolution irresistibly iconic, with the best educated and enthusiastic of party members authoring an array of artistic manifestos and programs along with highly graphic and compelling visual propaganda. Tragically, Social Realism was discredited by the 1980s, with the atrocities exposed in so many "utopian" states.

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Left: Daniela Thomas, Brazil, Voyage, 2008. Right: Saman Salour, Iran, The Final Match, 2008. Film stills, included in the film compilation, Stories on Human Rights.





By the 1960s, the avant-garde movements were widely appreciated by educated audiences, and the youth movement that poured into art with their radical politics and predilection for cerebral concpetual art were initially neglected in much the way that the Dada and Surrealist artists had been. But thirty years later, when Boutros Boutros-Ghali came to enlist Fürstenberg to curate an exhibition of art to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the founding of the United Nations, liberal-left political art can be said to have been embraced by the Establishment, however quietly. The exhibition, Dialogues of Peace, called for artists to become passionately engaged as participants with the issues facing an emergent global civilization. Dialogues of Peace was held at the UN's Geneva headquarters as a model of participation in a new peace movement, one integrating real life with art, as if the two could ever be apart.

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Jacques Berthet, Switzerland, Oliviers, 2008-11. With the olive tree, the Mediterranean peoples of three continents share a common if different variety of fruit. What Thierry Ollat sees symbolizing a common territory, its frugality and splendor, its resilience and wisdom.





On the diplomatic front, Fürstenberg's multicultural (or nomadic) model of curating participates with the 193 UN Nations by bringing a diversity of ideologies represented, some that might be viewed from within to be in conflict. But such conflicts, Fürstenberg shows to be superficial when regarded in a larger global context of the group exhibition. "I am presenting art that is in defense of universal cultural values", she counters. "Agreeing on universal cultural values is the easy part of diplomacy and art. That is why the common thread of these shows, even when critical, must be uniting contemporary culture with the defense of universal values required for making peace." Fürstenberg likes to point out that the proof that universals both exist and mitigate disputes can be witnessed at the opening of her exhibitions, where in the past such opposing heads of states as Yasser Arafat and Jacques Chirac could be seen conversing with artists Alfredo Jaar, Chen Zhen and Robert Rauschenberg. The very title, ART for the World, Fürstenberg attributes to the philosopher and her mentor, Fulvio Salvadori, whose approach to art she emulates "as an approach to universality, an approach to bridging with cultures and perspectives that we can all learn from."

Fürstenberg's intentions have not always been understood and in the early years of her tenure with ART for the World, she was criticized for putting social agendas ahead of artistic concerns. When she began ART for the World, it had been only six years since the French curator, Jean Hubert Martin had assembled his controversial-yet-groundbreaking assembly of artists from every corner of the globe and representing as many ideologies and faiths, in the exhibition Magiciens de la Terre, held at the Centre Georges Pompidou and the Grande Halle of the Parc de la Villette in Paris. Fürstenberg's global assembly of art in Dialogues of Peace, was a similar global assembly of artists. But rather than look to the past and to spiritualism and magic to establish unity, which was problematic in its experimentation for many politically-minded critics for its perceived ethnocentrisms, even condescensions, on the part of the French, Fürstenberg chose Salvadori's universality, but made it both contemporary and geopolitically urgent.

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Left: Mekhitar Garabedian, Belgium, a, a comme alphabet carpet, handmade carpet reflecting his experience as an immigrant, 2012, shown in Armenity, Venice Biennale, 2015. Right: Ghada Amer, Egypt, 100 Words of Love, 2010, epoxy resin and acrylic, shown in The Mediterranean Approach, 2011-12. Courtesy of Cheim & Reid Gallery.



"Magiciens de la Terre did have an enormous impact on me", Fürstenberg admits. "But I organized Dialogues of Faith accordingly with its title, since from the beginning forging dialogues of peace has been the mission of the United Nations. This quest for composing dialogues of peace became the mission not only of the show, but as well for ART for the World. Since its creation, ART for the World has carried out numerous dialogues of peace around the globe, from Mexico to India, as well as the US, Brazil, Morocco, Italy, France, and of course Switzerland."

Since then there have been no less than 45 such dialogues of peace in the forms of exhibitions and screenings undertaken by ART for the World, with another seven Playgrounds and Toys installations in various cities. In 1998, Furstenberg was invited by the World Health Organization (WHO) to curate a show for its 50th anniversary. "I named the show, The Edge of Awareness and included some 50 artists from various parts of the world. I selected works that responded critically to the urgent challenges that WHO must continually confront: violence, the mortality rate, natural disasters, poverty, HIV-AIDS, chronic injustice. All the work had to be based in universal values. It could not be simply a show that only one regional sensibility would understand because, after Geneva, the exhibition travelled to Sao Paulo, Brazil; New Delhi, India; PS1, New York; and finally participated in the Milan Triennial. I didn't leave these issues just for expression and criticism through the art. On each occasion, I organized meetings or colloquiums on topics specific to the region. "

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Left: Miguel Angel Rios, Argentina, Mexico, Tierra Incognita, 1995. Rios, who escaped with his life from Argentinian death squads, reshapes architectural plans and maps of Latin American historical sites, then photographs the resultant revision to recreate Latin American history. Here the artist departs from mural designs painted in the Museo Ex Convento de la Natividad, Tepoztlán, Mexico to chart the path of the sun around the room. Shown in Bajo el Volcan, 1996. Right: Gal Weinstein, from Israel, transposes panoramic or aerial views of the terrain into carpets that suggest military camouflage or the mapping of reconnaissance objectives. Shown in The Mediterranean Approach, 2011-12.





Bajo el Volcan (Under the Volcano) http://www.artfortheworldarchives.net/wwd/1996/bajo/bajo.htm

Among ART for the World's first installations, in 1996, is Bajo el Volcan, a show which indicts what is likely the world's most massive racial genocide and cultural erasure: that upon which the entire Euro-American civilization -- from Cape Columbia in the arctic north to the Diego Ramirez Islands at the southernmost tip -- is built upon. Fürstenberg responded to the appeal of three Latin American artists to help them realize their plans: Teresa Serrano and Gerardo Suter from Mexico and Miguel Angel Rios from Argentina, sought, with the Instituto Nacional de Antropologia e Historia to temporarily turn the site of Tepoztlan, the pre-Columbian temple dedicated to the god Tepoztecatl on the peaks formed from volcanic rock, into a temporary site that reunites the Mexican people with their pre-Columbian history.

The artists were intent on recalling that the Dominican order, despite being founded on the vow of Christian charity and poverty, betrayed Christ's commandment of love for one's neighbor by building their convent on the ruins of Tepoztlan and the blood of the Mexican people. In its larger context, the show was symbolic of the European religious congregations' egregious cultural erasure of Mayan society and history by building their monasteries on sites where there was already an indigenous temple. Fürstenberg would be intent on returning to the colonialist history as a departure several times over the next two decades, especially as she is interested in The Global South, comprised of Latin America, Africa and Southern Asia. Fürstenberg reminds us that although the Global South countries make up some 160 of the 193 recognized nations of the UN, with three-quarters of the world's population, they have access to only one-fifth of the world's income.

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Kimsooja, SOuth Korea, A Needle Woman, 1999-2001, video still, 8-channel video projection, silent, from Art & Social Realities, 2000. Right: Jafar Panahi, The Accordian, 2010, film still from Then & Now, 2010-11.





The impoverishment of the local villagers surrounding Tepoztlan was the deciding factor in Fürstenberg's commitment to Bajo el Volcan. The villagers were protesting the proposed golf course about to cover over the area, a project which required more than half a million gallons of water per day, when the villagers were still living without a modern supply and distribution of water adequate for their needs. There was also the viability of the installation acting as an antidote to cultural erasure, or what Fürstenberg proposes to be the implementation of sustainability. The region is rich with architectural styles, including the Romanesque, Gothic, Renaissance, and Plateresque which must be preserved. In fact, the exhibition began ART for the World's tradition of creating contemporary art in-situ with historical architectural and natural settings to draw attention to their sustainability. There is the allure in this case of being situated so near the Aztec temple dedicated to the deity Tepoztecal. And in the end, the media interest generated by the installations helped to secure a running water supply for the village and arrested further development of the golf course. The process of cultural erasure was halted and the architectural heritage has been preserved at least for the present.

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Alfredo Jaar, Chile, installation shots fromThe Silence: The Rwanda Project 1994-2000.The central column of three depictions, of a mound of slides, each depicting the same photograph of two eyes looking out, is entitled The Eyes of Gutete Emerita. Installed at the International Red Cross and Red Crescent Museum, Geneva, 1996.




The Silence: The Rwanda Project, 1994-2000 by Alfredo Jaar
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In 2001, the Chilean artist Alfredo Jaar's The Silence: The Rwanda Project, 1994-2000, was installed at the International Museum of the Red Cross and Red Crescent, in Geneva. As the title designates, Jaar visually summarized the genocidal outbreak with three photographically-based works, the most moving yet ironically mundane being comprised of a mound of thousands of photographic slides, each containing the same single image: the eyes of one woman, the Rwandan Genoocide survivor, Gutete Emerita. Jaar has written:

"On Thursday morning, August 25, 1994, I entered the Rubavu Refugee Camp near Gisenyi in Rwanda, as school was about to begin. As I approached the makeshift school, children gathered around me. I smiled at them and some smiled back... When Nduwayezu arrived at Rubavu, he remained silent for four weeks. Four weeks of silence. I remember his eyes. And I will never forget his silence. The silence of Nduwayezu. Gutete Emerita, 30 years old, is standing in front of a church where four hundred Tutsi men, women, and children were systematically slaughtered by a Hutu death squad during Sunday mass. She was attending mass with her family when the massacre began. Killed with machetes in front of her eyes were her husband, Tito Kahinamura, 40, and her two sons, Muhoza, 10, and Matiragari, 7. Somehow, Gutete managed to escape with her daughter, Marie Louise Unumararunga, 12. They hid in a swamp for three weeks, coming out only at night for food. Her eyes look lost, incredulous. Her face is the face of someone who has witnessed an unbelievable tragedy and now wears it. She has returned to this place in the woods because she has nowhere else to go. When she speaks about her lost family, she gestures to corpses on the ground, rotting in the African sun. I remember her eyes. The eyes of Gutete Emerita."

Marina Abramovic: The Balkan Epics two performances at Hangar Bicocca, Milan and one at the 1997 Venice Biennale. http://www.artfortheworldarchives.net/wwd/2006/mAbramovic/mAbramovic.htm


Three essential projects by Marina Abramovic are remembered around the world for their emotionally powerful imagery and recollection of the Yugoslav wars, Milosovic's instituted policy of ethnic cleansing, and the brutal misogyny that raged throughout the region in the years that Fürstenberg was establishing ART for the World. The first performance, Balkan Baroque, was presented at the 47th Venice Biennial in 1997, for which Abramovic won the Golden Lion Award for Best Artist for symbolizing the delusion of the Serbs' "ethnic cleansing", of "Bosnia by systematically killing and expelling all Bosniaks (Muslims) in a ritual of "purification". Although Fürstenberg didn't curate it, she wrote a definitive commentary on the performance in her introduction to the book about Abramovic's subsequent work, Balkan Epic. "During Balkan Baroque, Abramovic was seated on a pile of bones that she cleaned of their remaining meat and cartilage one at a time in a purification ritual for herself and the massacres taking place in the Balkans. In short, she added a dimension of human warmth to her work, though this did not replace the earlier themes of experimentation and physical resistance: on the contrary, in some way it threw new light onto her past works. The pain of her return to a homeland torn to pieces by war was perhaps more difficult to support than the purely physical pain she suffered in her early performances."

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Marina Abramovic, Balkan Erotic Epic, 2005, two channels of a multi-video installation, shown at the HangarBicocca, Milan.





Balkan Epic, performed at Hangar Bicocca, Milan, has been keenly observed and commented on in the ART for the World book by Furstenberg. The book counts among the most insightful and passionately-engaged writing on Abramovic's art. With a body of work conceived and executed from 1997 to 2005, the exhibition and book adds an extensive range of psychologically-artistic virtuosity to Abramovic's conceptualism, a range that, as Fürstenberg claims in her introduction, "confront us with the gaps between hope and total destruction, with heroism, idealistic passion, human warmth, and almost unbearable static situations ... [in which] Abramovic creates new, surprising perspectives on archaic rituals that used erotic powers to influence fate and fortune. Such powerful images talk to us about the disavowal of ancient practices, and about something buried deep in our consciousness. That something is of course our innate resistance to being forgotten, from being made irrelevant, for being broken from our lineage."

Fürstenberg relays that Balkan Epic conveys how deeply the conflict in the Balkans disturbed and altered Abramovic. The war and its atrocities compelled the artist to look back to her Serbian and Montenegrin heritage that she had neglected in the years that she worked as an international artist concerned with conceptual performance art. "Marina had never before made war and death the themes of her art. There was also the death of her father, the war hero who had fought for Tito's Yugoslavia during the Second World War that added to the anguish of seeing the Balkans torn apart by war. Before this she suffered physical pain in her performances," Fürstenberg states. "But now the torment was psychological as well."

Perhaps the most socially significant aspect of Balkan Epic is Abramovics' photographic and cinematic portrayal of women whose protections have deteriorated. We in particular view the isolation and devaluation of women in society. Abramovic came to see that the crimes perpetrated on the Serb, Croat, Montenegrin, and Muslim populations, when each had become minorities in the newly fashioned nations from the ruin of Yugoslavia. Each also had a distinct gender-specificity: men on all sides of the conflict were taken from their homes to be killed while women were spared death in exchange for their rape and torture. Abramovic's search for the origins of the deterioration of Balkan morality appear to have coincided with a loss of reverence for sexuality that had survived the centuries prior to modernization. As her sense of the history of the Balkan peoples heightened, Abramovic was impelled to make what was for her, a new kind of art in which the differentiation of sex and gender shows itself to both generate and be generated by deep-seated belief and ritual systems that somehow survive a life under siege.

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Joseph Kosuth, The Language of Equilibrium, illuminated neon text on the outer walls of the Monastic Headquarters of the Mekhitarian Order, Island of San Lazzaro deli Armeni, 52nd Venice Biennale, 2007.





The Language of Equilibrium by Joseph Kosuth, Island of San Lazzaro deli Armeni, Venice Biennale, 2007 http://www.artfortheworldarchives.net/wwd/2007/kosuth/index.htm

Eight years before Fürstenberg curated Armenity on the Island of San Lazzaro deli Armeni, at the 2015 Venice Biennale, San Lazzaro was the site that she and the artist Joseph Kosuth chose for the 2007 Venice Biennale's presentation of Kosuth's visually spectacular, The Language of Equilibrium. Installed on the external walls of the Monastic Headquarters of the Mekhitarian Order, this time diaspora culture, not the genocide, was the topic. Kosuth used a vibrant yellow neon text mounted on the facade of San Lazzaro and ran it along the perimeter wall, spanning approximately 150 meters over the observatory, the promontory and the bell tower of the Monastery encircling the island. The texts are affirmations of Armenian existence relayed by their surviving language and writings. Fiona Biggiero explains that, "'The Language of Equilibrium' uses the linguistic definition of 'water' ... water is seen as a primary element and refers both to the water surrounding the island and it's defining historical role in Venice, as well as the importance of water in the global discourse on the environment today. The work could be seen while crossing, the Venetian Lagoon."



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Barthélémy Toguo, Cameroon, Estrada para o Exilio, 2015, mixed media. Installation view in the exhibition, AquiAfrica: Contemporary Africa Through the Eyes of Its Artists, SESC Belenzinho, 2015-2016.





Here Africa (Ici L'Afrique), Château de Penthes, Geneva, and, AquiAfricaSESC Belenzhino, São Paulo, http://www.artfortheworld.net/here-africa

Two exhibitions the world should know more about for representing the art of a continent poorly represented before the rest of the world, is the 2014 selection of African Art that Fürstenberg assembles with Here Africa (Ici L'Afrique) and in 2015, AquiAfrica.

In Here Africa, ART for the World presented sixty works by 26 African artists. Although the work is not always about diaspora culture or referential to the long shadow of the former slave trade and colonization, the exhibition grapples with issues generated by economic impoverishment or emanate from nationalist and tribal political struggles, aspirations for success, as well as healthy self-effacement over common fantasies of acquiring wealth, power and prestige the educational and economic systems that once informed their culture and power as societies and nations. No doubt because African artists have not been finding sufficient inroads into the global markets that so far are still formidably resistant to their political and cultural aspirations, Fürstenberg curated a second exhibition of African Art, AquiAfrica, just a year later. This time the artists of African-descent hail from the islands of the Carribean and the American mainland whose art is rightfully a reflection of all those in the African workforce who struggle over centuries of European, Asian, and American dominance, and the cultural hybridizations via the global media that displace traditional values, aesthtics and traditions, and of the imposed colonial cultures. Fürstenberg enumerated their artistic and political concerns as being their "roots, the dark period of the slavery, and the problems endemic to "immigration, climate change, water and food, health, issues of human rights, education and gender equality."

In her introduction to the accompanying book, Fürstenberg writes that she has selected work that refers to the "extreme urgency, struck by the physical and psychological violence of slavery" and the "survival space in its culture and in particular in musical expression". There is special interest in the new African art that raises questions of identity. "If traditional art remains strongly grounded into the African world and being, the new art develops in favor of shared social identity. African contemporary artists take their inspiration from the continent's traditions, as much as from the contemporary urban realities of a mutating Africa. They bring together Western cultures and Africa, while raising the profound political question of where Africa is going. These artists develop an art dealing with issues of both identity and identification; for them the question of artistic identity is that of their own African identity."

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Left: A sculpture by Anish Kapoor (India, Great Britain). Right: A painting by Shirazeh Houshiary (Iran). Two installations of abstract art in the 14th-century Madrassa of Ibn Youssef, in Marrakech, Morocco,March-May, 2015. Formerly a Qur'anic university, at present the madras is a non-religious monument to the city's formidable architectural history. The temporary installation of these and other abstract works by Art for the World recalls the sacred origins of present-day secular abstract art.





Meditations, Marrakech, Morocco, 1997 http://www.artfortheworldarchives.net/wwd/1997/med/med.htm

This little-known show of painting and sculpture has much to tell us about the evolution and true inventions of visual abstraction around the world centuries before modern art appeared in the 20th century. Kandinsky, Malevich, Mondrian and Klee all acknowledged these earlier abstractions in what little they learned about non-Western spiritual visual systems, and now it seems before them by the artist Hilma af Klint. Abstraction comes to modernism at least in the West by route of inheritance from Pythagorean and Vedic metaphysical and spiritual values. (Traditional societies in all other parts of the world likely knew what we call abstraction or ornament indigenously or by trading.) The artists, Marco Bagnoli, Alighiero e Boetti, Farid Belkahia, Joe Ben, Silvie Defraoui, El Sy, Shirazeh Houshiary, Ilya Kabakov, Kacimi, Anish Kapoor, Rachid Koraichi, Sol LeWitt, Andrea Marescalchi, Maria Carmen Perlingeiro, Miguel Angel Rios, Sarkis, Pat Steir, Chen Zhen, are all situated within a school formerly devoted to the study of The Qur'an. Pythagorean formulations made possible the development of the abstract Islamic ornament that flowered among sophisticated medieval Arab, Persian and Indian designs where figurative representationvwas prohibited.

The solemn, quiet abstractions of Shirazeh Houshiary and Anish Kapoor, besides being conducive to meditation, reflection, even prayer, embody certain of the principles of Islamic ornament and Tantric mediation practices that utilized highly sophisticated systems of abstraction not unrelated to the kind of meditations that for six centuries filled these very chambers in the Médersa Ibn Youssef. Fürstenberg has gone on record stating that the spiritual in art is a fundamental of the human condition and we must learn to deal with it. "I think artists have dealt with it. I am not so sure that those who write about art have been able to deal with it. It requires, I think, on some levels a great deal of intelligence and humility." What the Merdersa encourages.

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Melik Ohanian, Left: Belongingness to Present - Part II, Datcha Project - A Zone for No Production, since 2005, color photograph, shown in Armenity, Venice Biennale, 2015. Right: Aikaterini Gegisian, A Small Guide to the Invisible Seas, 2015, collage on paper.



Armenity, 56th Venice Biennale, 2015 http://www.artfortheworld.net/armenity

Adelina Cüberyan von Fürstenberg only began to professionally cite her Armenian birth name, Cüberyan, in 2015. In conjoining it with her betrothal name, she became intent on showing her solidarity with the murdered and diaspora Armenians she was honoring. In her introducion to the exhibition, Fürstenberg not only wrote about Armenia and Armenians, she wrote about the source of her own universalist vision when she notes, "the last one hundred years, despite the Medz Yeghern, an expression that Armenians use to denote the period of massacres and deportations that peaked in 1915, Armenian culture has survived and artists of Armenian origin have remained genuine citizens of the world-at-large: on the one hand deeply attached to their roots and aware of their own historical individuality, but also able to create productive connections with the culture of their country of adoption."

"I was inspired by the French word Arménité to call the show Armenity. It seemed to me an appropriate new word to describe a new generation of artists and intellectuals in constant flux, which nevertheless kept a subjective sense of being-in-the world. Armenity questions the concept of Armenian identity as being the result of the historical connections characterizing Armenian culture through the millennia from the lands of Anatolia, the Caucasus and throughout the diaspora since its inception. The  richness of the exhibition finds expression in the diversity of creative ideas and narration and the vision of each of the artists and intellectuals involved. It is a direct reflection of a continuous process of preservation and enrichment that has allowed the Armenian culture to be integrated but not assimilated in even the most adverse conditions. "  

Armenity brought together 18 artists from different generations, many living in different nations, "under the banner of a dispersed identity", art by such leading contemporary Armenian artists as Sarkis, Gianikian-Ricci Lucchi, Anna Boghiguian, Nina Katchadourian, and Rosana Palazyan formed a collective vision of diaspora culture. Which is why Adelina surprised me when, in planning this post, she told me she didn't want to be remembered as a curator of shows about genocide. Yet activists and scholars on genocidal history remind us that historical amnesia and denial of past atrocities among governments and populations is ubiquitous as a result of institutionalized amnesia -- the final goal of the power that impelled the genocide being complete cultural erasure. Once memory of genocide is deeply buried, the cycle of repression, dehumanization, persecution, and ultimately the execution of whole populations seems feasible. Art MUST remind us of the history of genocide to prevent future atrocities.

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Sarkis, Atlas de Mammuthus Intermedius, 2014, bones from site Romain-La-Roche (160 000 years B.C.), resin, natural glue, gold leaf, restored by Olivier Bracq according to the japanese technique of restoration Kintsugi dating back to the XV century. Collection of Musées de Montbéliard. Shown in Armenity, Venice Biennale, 2015.



With Armenity now her legacy, Fürstenberg is psychologically enabled to motivate others to engage constructive participation. Participation is a philosophy she learned from Joseph Beuys, a controversial artist she greatly admires."Beuys was a pivotal influence: 'I immediately subscribed to his belief in the creative capacity of every individual to shape society through participation in cultural, political, and economic life, and in the production of art and knowledge through viewer and artist." Hence, her recent publication, Participation, celebrating 20 years of ART for the World is being released this month to, in her words, "motivate people, draw them in to contribute to solutions and their implementation."

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Adelina Cüberyan von Fürstenberg accepts the 57th Venice Biennale Golden Lion Award for Best National Participatioon awarded for Armenity, 2015, presented by Biennale Director, Okwui Enwezor.



Fürstenberg considers Armenity to be her last Venice Biennial curation after having participated in various capacities in seven. Given that she returned to the Island of San Lazzaro deli Armeni (see Joseph Kosuth, above), the historic diaspora territory the Venetians shared with the fleeing Armenians, it is no surprise she attained her most passionately engaged commitment to art activism in commemorating the centennial of the most murderous and far-reaching of the three genocides perpetrated against the Armenian people by the Ottoman Turks, that spanning 1915 to 1917.

The exhibition and its award are much more than the crowning achievements of Fürstenberg's career, given that as the director and chief curator who has consistently challenged the artworld's neglect of politically charged-yet-urgent topics. Armenity is an affirmation of a career devoted not only to expanding the parameters and showcases of significant contemporary art in ways instrumental to the implementation of social change. It is also a symbolic recognition of Fürstenberg's commitment as an ambassador in the advancement of cross-cultural exchange and assimilation as vehicles of unilateral efforts in the mitigation of international conflicts and atrocities through ART for the World.

Stories on Human Rights and Histories from Another World film screenings and presentation of the book Participation http://www.artfortheworld.net/stories-on-human-rights

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Hany Abu-Assad, Palestine, A Boy, a Wall and a Donkey, 2008, film stills, in Stories on Human Rights.





On 10 December 2008, the occasion of the 60th anniversary of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, ART for the World screened a film comprised of short films by twenty-two artists, writers and filmmakers from around the world called Stories on Human Rights. (See the video trailer at the top of this post or the website.) On 30 September 2016, Stories on Human Rights was screened along with a new selection of films, Histories from Another World at the Cinema Trevi, Rome. Together the films summarize the issues that unify the ART for the World mission promoting development, dignity, justice and participation for all people. The 2008 screening was consecutively shown in cities around the world, in New York during a special session of the United Nations' General Assembly and in Paris at the Palais de Chaillot, where the Declaration was signed in 1948.

AQUA, Berges de Vessy, Ile Rousseau, and Chateau de Penthes, Geneva, 22 March to August 2017 http://www.artfortheworld.net/the-elephant-knows-how-to-find-water
http://www.artfortheworld.net/aqua

AQUA is a sweeping contemporary art exhibition now in preparation in Geneva, in venues close to Lac Leman, the Rhone and Arve Rivers, and the park and Chateau de Penthes. Composed of paintings, sculptures, installations, videos, photographs and performances of numerous internationally renowned artists. AQUA's aim is to bring public awareness to the issues on the preservation of our environment and sustainability, in particular to issues linked to water and the impact of human activity on the equilibrium of our ecosystems.

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Bharti Kher,The Skin Speaks A Language Not Its Own, 2006, bindis on fiberglass, shown in Urban Manners, 2007. Right: Sheba Chhachhi, The Water Diviner, 2008, video still. To be shown in the upcoming exhibition, AQUA , Geneva, March 2017.





With AQUA, Fürstenberg is now turning her attention to the environmental impacts of the shortages facing populations, beginning with Syria and Lebanon. She is particularly passionate about artists who are working with water. Upon contacting her this week, she couldn't contain her enthusiasm.

"In the context of my current art project, Aqua/Water, opening in Geneva on March 22, 2017, which is World Water Day, I'm preparing with Nigol Bezjian, an Armenian-Syrian filmmaker who was born in Aleppo where he studied and lived with his family until he moved to Beirut to produce a movie investigating questions surrounding the drinking water in Syria and in the Lebanon refugee camps, among others. We rarely hear about the difficult situations developing in refugee living conditions: what happens to the drinking water in the war zones, especially in the destroyed urban areas, where civil society is so severely afflicted by violence. What happens here to our basic right to drink water? Do we have any idea of the extent to the pain and suffering of this population with their daily search for water?"

"Besides this specific question of drinking water, for those trapped in the war zones and having to contend with the long queues of refugees, to quote Ismail Seralgeldin, Director of the Library of Alexandria, 'If the 20th-century wars were fought over oil, the 21st-century wars will have water as their main object of struggle.' People living in the West don't yet have an awareness of the severity of the shortage. Which is why I intend to make water a central issue of the exhibitions I will be curating for ART for the World".

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The Story Behind the Picture - Reclining Buddha of Ajanta Caves

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I captured this image in 2002 at the Ajanta caves outside of Aurangabad, India. Helen and I were in the final three months of a year of traveling out of small backpacks and on $30/day between the two of us. It was a great trip - as Mark Twain once said, "adventure is discomfort misremembered."

We landed in Bombay after a flight from Zanzibar (flights, SCUBA and safaris were outside of our daily $30 budget). And after five days in and around Bombay, our first challenge was to find our way to Aurangabad.

Enter our first experience with the Indian train system. For perspective, the Indian train system was once the single largest employer in the world and is still in the top ten (the US Defense Department is now the world's largest employer). And consider that the Indian train system moves considerably more people than it employs. With this as a backdrop, Helen and I entered the central station in Bombay, successfully queued up and purchased two second class tickets to Aurangabad.

This, it turned out, was the easy part. Finding our way to the correct track and train, on the other hand, proved a nearly insurmountable challenge. All the signs pointing to different trains and tracks were written in Hindi script. I stopped a handful of people and asked them each in English if they could point me to the train to Aurangabad. English is not an official language in India, but it's still there, lurking in the background among the educated class - a holdover from India's days as a British colony.

Still, no luck. Everyone I asked just shook their head and flipped one hand, palm side up, in the universal Indian expression that roughly translates to "I have no idea what you're saying."

A bit anxious about missing our train and in a bit of desperation, I turned to the next well dressed Indian man I saw, embarrassingly adopted my best Indian accent and asked if he could direct us to the train to Aurangabad. To my delight and astonishment, my accent did the trick. We finally were pointed in a general direction and given a track number.

There wasn't much to the town of Aurangabad. We stayed in a dusty hotel that sat right between the Ellora Temple and the Ajanta Caves. I'll admit it, the Ellora Temple held me in sway. Helen and I had seen the rock-cut churches of Lalibella in Ethiopia several months earlier and the Ellora temple is India's answer to that great Ethiopian treasure. Cut out of a single hillside of rock, the Ellora temple with it's many floors, large elephant guardians and other intricate grandeur is truly a wonder of the world.

Helen and I spent a day exploring the Ellora Temple got a good night's sleep and tackled the Ajanta caves the next morning. The caves date back to the 2nd century BCE and contain some of the oldest known Indian cave paintings. There are 28 caves in all, each representing a different Indian Monastery from the ancient era - and all the caves were consumed by the jungle and rediscovered by a British army officer during a hunting expedition in 1819.

The caves were each different, each amazing and many contained ancient drawings and carvings. That said, by the time we reached cave 20, I was feeling a bit worn out and tired of spending so much time indoors. As amazing as the Ajanta caves were, they paled in comparison to the grandeur of the Ellora Temple we had explored just the day before. Of course, having made the trek to Aurangabad, and being there in that amazing place, Helen and dutifully entered each open cave and in order - after all, we didn't want to miss anything.

When we entered cave 26, we knew why we were there, at the caves, and walking in and exploring each of them. There, carved into the far wall near the entrance was this amazing reclining Buddha. The light shone in through the opening and cast an perfect waft of light across the Buddha from head to toe.

I pulled my camera to my eye and considered the light, my film speed and the composition. This was long before digital photography and back when the light limits of our cameras were defined by a combination of the aperture (lens opening) and film speed (ASA). You could push the film, essentially fake the film out and pretend you were shooting one that performed better in lower light. You'd then process the film differently in the lab. But the trade off was in the clarity of the image (it deteriorated the more you pushed the film) and the fact that the entire role of 36 frames would need to be shot and processed differently.

Bearing in mind that I carried 12-15 rolls of film with me at any given time, and considering that I would shoot perhaps six frames of this Buddha - at most - pushing the film was out of the question.

All told, given the light and the lens I had, I needed to shoot with the shutter open for a full second. Without a tripod. That's an insane length of time to hold the camera steady. But seeing the Buddha and the light before me, I knew I had to try. To get this picture, I braced myself against the opposing wall, pressed the camera tight against my face, took a deep breath, held it, and slowly pressed the trigger - concentrating on the Buddha and trying to channel all the calm and inner peace that I could in that moment.

I'm very pleased with the result - and, of note, one of the limited edition prints of this image resides in the permanent collection at the San Jose Museum of Art.

To this day, every time I sit in the doctor's office and get my blood pressure taken, I imagine I am in Ajanta, looking at this Buddha. I don't hold my breath, but I focus on being calm, relaxed, and steady. And, in the moment, I am all of that.

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Marillion's Mark Kelly on F*** Everyone and Run (FEAR)

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Marillion is thinking big. Really big.

Of course, that's not necessarily news to the band's die-hard fans. Over the course of the group's storied career, Marillion hasn't really lacked for ambition. It has consistently tackled lofty subjects that many other groups won't even touch. Examples include the Middle East ("Gaza"), global warming ("Season's End", "Under the Sun"), and the price of fame ("King"). Emboldened by a remarkably passionate fan base, Marillion has consistently forged its own path, radio stations and record companies be damned.

Perhaps no Marillion record is as thematically ambitious and audacious as its most recent effort and 18th proper studio album. F*** Everyone and Run (FEAR) is a bold musical and lyrical statement about the state of the world. Broken into six songs (including three multi-part epics), the 70-minute album says quite a bit about capitalism, greed, immigration, compassion, and politics.



Today I sat down with Marillion's keyboardist Mark Kelly to talk about the album. In preparing for this interview, I had the pleasure of listening to an advanced copy. (It officially dropped on September 23rd.. I won't mince words: It blew me away. From the first few acoustic notes on "Long-Shadowed Sun", I felt like Marillion was taking me on a journey--and an important one at that. The order of the songs struck me as particularly important, although I don't know if FEAR qualifies as a proper concept album or not. (Most of the musicians I've had the pleasure of interviewing over the years seem to have decidedly mixed feelings on the matter.)



There's no shortage of highlights on FEAR, but here are a few moments that immediately grabbed me:

  • Guitarist Steve Rothery's solo on "The Jumble of Days" is just breathtaking. For my money, Rothery is the most underrated axeman in rock. I can just see the standing ovations when he plays this live à la "This Strange Engine."

  • Steve Hogarth's powerful lyrics on the fourth part of "El Dorado." "When it's not showing off, the money's hiding..." Ditto on "Why Is Nothing Ever True?". I can't think of a singer today with a more emotive voice than Hogarth.

  • The spectacular atmospherics at the end of "Vapour Trails in the Sky."

  • Mark Kelly's soft touch on the piano on "One Tonight", "White Paper", and "Tomorrow's New Country." I've always admired the way that Marillion has worked keyboards and pianos into its music. To this end, FEAR does not disappoint.






Nor does the album. Far from it. On the contrary, FEAR fuses poignant and layered music, profound observations and lyrics, and yes, and plenty of anger. At the risk of being effusive, it is nothing short of a masterpiece. While very different in feel, FEAR reminded me in scope of Brave, Marbles, and Misplaced Childhood. This is a seasoned, confident band at the top of its game with quite a bit to say. As Hogarth recently told Team Rock, "We use the amazing privilege of having both a platform and an audience to encourage people to look in the mirror and ask themselves the big questions-by doing just that ourselves."

Marillion has done just that--and quite successfully. Its latest record asks core questions about what we're doing and how we should treat one another. And I'm hard-pressed to think of a band that could do as much against the backdrop of such powerful, jaw-dropping music.

Here is my interview with Mark:



Full Tracklist

  • El Dorado (i) Long-Shadowed Sun

  • El Dorado (ii) The Gold

  • El Dorado (iii) Demolished Lives

  • El Dorado (iv) F E A R

  • El Dorado (v) The Grandchildren of Apes

  • Living in F E A R

  • The Leavers (i) Wake Up in Music

  • The Leavers (ii) The Remainers

  • The Leavers (iii) Vapour Trails in the Sky

  • The Leavers (iv) The Jumble if Days

  • The Leavers (v) One Tonight

  • White Paper

  • The New Kings (i) F*** Everyone and Run

  • The New Kings (ii) Russia's Locked Doors

  • The New Kings (iii) A Scary Sky

  • The New Kings (iv) Why Is Nothing Ever True?

  • The Leavers (vi) Tomorrow's New Country


Watch the album's 16-minute trailer below:



If you missed out on the pre-order campaign, you can buy FEAR on iTunes here.

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Weekend Roundup: Charles Taylor Is An Anti-Xenophobe Philosopher For Our Times

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Every once in a while, a philosopher emerges from quiet labors in the vineyards of the text to speak with striking relevance to our turbulent times. Charles Taylor, who this week was awarded the first Berggruen Prize for influential ideas, is such a scholar.


The  philosopher’s long body of work (he’s 84) ranges widely from meditations on secularization to alternative modernities to the authenticity of the expressive individual. But it is Taylor’s thinking on the recognition of irreducible diversity in an interdependent world of plural identities ― and how societies can cope with this reality ― that gives him urgency in this era of Trump, Brexit, the burkini ban and the rise of the anti-immigrant right in Europe.


Taylor’s approach does not deny clashes of cultures, whether of the French-speaking Quebecois with the English-speaking majority in his native Canada or pious Muslims in predominantly secular societies. Rather it acknowledges the frictions head-on through what he calls “a language of perspicuous contrast,” or  the clearly expressed delineation of differences as the basis for reconciliation and “reasonable accommodation” of each to the other. This “intercultural” undertaking contrasts with the identity pillars of multiculturalism that encourage separation instead of integration.


“To have this bland neo-liberal view that there are no major cultural contradictions at all, and things will all go swimmingly, that we’ll all just globalize. This is the absolute nadir of blindness,” he said in a recent interview in Philosophy Today. “That’s what we have to aim at,” Taylor continued in that interview, “if we want to get these differences out into a sphere where there can be a rational and calm discussion of how to live together with tension between different groups. It’s only by coming to such a language that we can have a discussion that doesn’t degenerate into a kind of stigmatizing of the other. ... We need it very badly in our diverse societies.”


Taylor walks the talk. He led the effort to keep Quebec as part of Canada through recognition of its distinctive character in a key 1995 referendum. More recently, he co-chaired a commission appointed by the provincial government of Quebec on how to accommodate immigrants.


The intercultural tensions roiling Europe found expression this week in a referendum in Hungary over whether to reject or accept European Union quotas requiring member states to shelter a minimum number of refugees. The majority of those voting rejected the EU quota, but the voter turnout fell short of the 50 percent threshold of eligible voters needed to make the vote valid. Patrick Martin-Genier, a professor at Sciences Po in Paris, notes with concern that the referendum campaign, like the Brexit campaign in Britain, was characterized by “an avalanche of foul and racist discourse.” Though not legally binding, he says, it has nonetheless created a poisonous political atmosphere and encourages other states to follow suit. “It is high time to rebuild Europe,” Martin-Genier concludes, “excluding these countries who, under unethical leaders, are deliberately deciding to forsake and destroy the founding values of the European Union.”


Cas Mudde thinks Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orban made a political mistake by so thoroughly touting a referendum that failed at the polls. “Though Hungary’s leader might be a master in exciting and expressing widespread prejudices,” Mudde writes, “he is as vulnerable to overreach and popular dissatisfaction as other politicians. But without serious opposition, he will remain unchallenged, even in the wake of defeats.” 


Andras Simonyi is hopeful: “This was a serious warning [to Orban] that the patience of the Hungarian people is running out,” he says. “This is a victory of the Hungarian people, the majority of whom, against all odds, embrace Europe, openness, solidarity and democracy.”


Another hopeful sign on the global horizon is that one of the world’s top diplomats most experienced in dealing with the refugee crisis, Antonio Guterres, has been picked to take over as the new secretary-general of the United Nations. The former Portuguese prime minister stepped down last year as the head of the U.N.’s refugee agency. He outlined his vision for the U.N. in an op-ed for The WorldPost earlier this year.


The other shocker on the referendum front this week was the rejection by Colombian voters of a recently concluded peace deal that sought to end the long war between the government and the the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia rebels. Miguel Urban is worried. “The shocking ‘no’ vote puts the peace process at risk, fragments the population even further, and badly injures the legitimacy of the government at this key moment,” he writes.


From Perth, Australia, Helen Clark draws on an interview with former Australian Defense Minister Kim Beazley and taps into how a Trump presidency might hurt the legitimacy of U.S. government relations with its Australian ally and its “pivot” to Asia. 


In a new collaboration with the Hong Kong-based South China Morning Post, we examine the future of Mongolia’s legendary nomads as that country modernizes. 


In their Q & A series on China in Africa, Eric Olander and Cobus van Staden this week discuss how China’s policy of “non-interference” in the affairs of other states is being tested in Africa, especially by conflicts in Sudan and South Sudan.


In a powerful dispatch from Qayyarah, Iraq, WorldPost Middle East Correspondent Sophia Jones talks to women who are reclaiming their lives after two years until brutal rule by the self-proclaimed Islamic State. “Now, we are free,” they tell her.


As bombs continue to drop in neighboring Syria and Russia and U.S. cease-fire efforts collapse, World Reporter Nick Robins-Early profiles the Syrian rescue workers known as the White Helmets, who though lost out on the Nobel Peace Prize this time, are admired around the world for their work. World Reporter Jesselyn Cook points out a hypocritical promotional video from the Assad government, which urges tourists to flock to the war-torn country. 


Finally, our Singularity series this week looks at the likely prospect that, if life is ever found on Jupiter, it may well be discovered by robots.







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First Nighter: David Harrower's "Public Enemy" Doesn't Entirely Modernize Henrik Ibsen's "An Enemy of the People"

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When the Pearl Theater Co. deciders chose to revive Henrik Ibsen's An Enemy of the People in David Harrower's 2013 version--retitled Public Enemy--they couldn't have known how inflammatory the current presidential campaign would become. But as events have transpired this fall, the Hal Brooks production couldn't emerge at a less fortunate time.

Why is this materialization so out of kilter with the zeitgeist? Towards the end, Dr. Thomas Stockmann (Jimonn Cole), the protagonist having become the people's enemy for insisting the town's revenue-producing baths are poisoned, addresses a meeting hoping to defend himself. Robbed of that possibility by the mayor's prohibiting resolution, Stockmann is infuriated and rants at those assembled. As he flails, he insists that democracy is barren and that not voting--repeat: not voting!--is the way to combat it.

This at a time when stateside Democrats and Republicans--though democracy is often tested but not repudiated--are doing their utmost to get out the vote. More than that, there are strategies afoot to fight restricting voting laws. So it's not the ideal climate in which to hear a man supposedly courting audience sympathy encourage a population to avoid the ballot box.

In other words, ticket buyers right now aren't likely to sit patiently while Stockmann--acting as if the auditorium is the Norwegian one he's facing--points at them as potentially willing to follow his lead. Today's auditors may, of course, subscribe to the anti-media stance Stockmann also advances. In the time of Donald J. Trump's hate-the-press campaign, some ticket buyers may nod their agreement with enthusiasm.

It's possible, however that those spectators may have already adopted a wait-and-see attitude toward Harrower's 90-minute redaction of Ibsen's marvelous work. It's as if he decided to make a taut, terse one-two punch out of the drama. To some extent he's succeeded at doing as much. He's trimmed the script to the action revolving around Stockmann's discovering the compromised waters and intending to present his findings to his fellow citizens for their approval. As Ibsen has it, he obtains the support of the local newspaper for shutting down the baths but then loses the editor's backing. Harrower also retains the Stockman family's loss of their place in town--rocks thrown through windows, firings from positions, that sort of ostracism.

Harrower's is an understandable approach, but there is a sense that, as a result, aspects of the complete Ibsen version have been scanted. Stockmann's relationship with the initial stand-by-your-man Mrs. Stockmann (Nijala Sun) seems less than it should be. A broader consideration of Stockmann daughter Petra (Arielle Goldman) also appears to have been truncated.

None of this entirely deprives the actors, under Brook's direction, of their chances to make a good impression. Certainly, Cole gives his all during his late audience harangue. He uses the Pearl's entire wide stage to make his tough points. Sun is continually and strongly sincere. Goldman is a stern daughter. As the mayor, Guiesseppe Jones comes and goes with barely contained menace, and as newsmen and newspaper backers, Alex Purcell, Robbie Tann and John Keating are very credible weaklings.

Set designer Harry Feiner places them all in a stunning milieu. Whereas only a few weeks ago he created a comfortably squalid flat for the Pearl's revival of Shelagh Delaney's A Taste of Honey, he now goes sleek Norwegian modern for Public Enemy. In front of a spare light wood wall, spare light wood furnishings are moved around to depict the various locales. It's almost as if Halvard Solness, the master builder of Ibsen's The Master Builder, has imagined a smart Architectural Digest-like environment for these ill-fated folks.

At the end of the northern Norway day, Harrower raises a question about the wisdom of taking such liberties with a classic. He doesn't come up with an entirely convincing answer.

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Autumn--in Paris--Is For Remembrance

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--Diego Rivera, Flower Seller 1942

Autumn is the season for remembrance, and nobody does remembrance like the Parisians. Crisp air, sunny skies, fewer tourists (at least most places) and easy public bike rentals: what could be a better moment to leap into the sentiments of moments past: the graphic intensity of mid-century Mexican painters and sculptors, the revisited brilliance of Oscar Wilde who died in Paris a victim of British sexual duplicity, and the always charming--if occasionally vapid--surrealist advertising images of semi-surrealist René Magritte.

Why not start with Magritte at the Pompidou Museum and one of his most famous images, Ceci N'est Pas Une Pomme, or This Is Not An Apple, a complement to his more famous photographic illustration of a pipe called This Is Not A Pipe.
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Magritte, who made his way mostly as an advertising illustrator, persistently argued that his dodgy images of people and objects displaced from ordinary reality were drawn from and inspired by Plato's elemental Allegory of the Cave in which several humans are chained to the wall of a cave and begin to describe the nature of external reality through how they perceive the shadows of actual beings cast upon the walls. Perception is nothing more than the reality we imagine through the limited neurology given our eyes and brains.
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Magritte was not particularly original: Plato explained the notion two and a half millennia ago, but as a technical master of perceptual delusion (the title of the show is The Treachery of Images), occasionally inspired by reported "realities" of the day, he well captured the post-psychoanalytic anxieties of a 20th century, which in the face of holocaust, had lost its faith in "reality." Dead now for nearly half a century, Magritte never fails to draw huge crowds into his perceptual cave, and this show at the Centre Pompidou is no exception.

Vastly more interesting in the realm of remembrance is the appreciation of Oscar Wilde, L'Impertenant Absolu (Absolute Impertenant) at the Petit Palais.
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Arguably one of the most brilliant thinkers and writers in the English language, Wilde was steeped in classical literature at Trinity College Dublin and at Oxford. First an art critic championing the new "Aesthetic Movement" paintings of classical figures, including Remi's provocative portrayal of St. Sebastain, he quickly became a companion and frequenter of the leading post-impressionist artists in Britain, the US and Europe, a leading playwright for the London stage and a largely forgotten poet of the insults of crude 19th century capitalism on the desperate poor.

The exhibit includes many of his letters, first editions of his books, a video interview with his grandson, clips from the Al Pacino version of his operetta Salomé, the Biblical femme fatale who demanded the head of John the Baptist--and some of the rarely seen ink drawings of Aubrey Beardsley, which like some of Wilde's erotic writing were long banned in Britain.
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A self-described dandy, Wilde was a hit on his national lecture tour of the United States, earning him enough to spend several months in Paris and the South of France, during which he wrote Salomé in flawless French. A darling of the champagne classes despite his firm socialist values, he drew even more fame from two stage masterworks, The Importance of Being Earnest and Lady Windemere's Fan. The plays are at once a romp with the elite and a not always well acknowledged dissection of the vacuity of their pretensions, or as he wrote of one of his more prescient aphorisms,
"It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible."
Always keenly aware of the contradictions in both his life and work, Wilde could not resist being drawn closer and closer to the flame of his own destruction--not least in his hardly discreet love affair with the young aristocrat and translator, Lord Alfred Douglass. Nothing in the Petit Palais exhibit is more moving than Wilde's passionate and explicit love letter of to the beautiful, boyish "Bosey" Douglas, which was eventually used by an unremembered London prosecutor to condemn Wilde to two years hard labor in Redding Gaol.

Wilde could have fled to and found refuge in France, but instead he chose to stand trial and confront the hypocrisies of the Crown court. When he was freed two years later, broke and in failing health, he did leave England for France where he finished his greatest poem, The Ballade of Redding Gaol, sending what little money he could afford to his prisoners he had known in prison.

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Across the street from Le Petit Palais, Le Grand Palais has opened a three-month long exhibition of paintings, sculptures and films tracing the heart-stopping record of Mexico's greatest 20th Century artists. "Mexico stands apart as a nation that understands its museums as integral to expressing the soul of its peoples and its cultures, at once a sophisticated panorama of its history and an expression of their rich diversity," independent international museum curator Vanda Vitalli explained to me. Vitalli had no personal role in the current exhibition, but she was hardly surprised by the scope and intensity of these pieces on display until mid-January.

The show is relatively chronological from the triumph of its revolutionary independence from Spain in 1920 up through the 1950s. It opens with the early appetite of Diego Rivera, David Alfaro Siqueiros, José Clemente Orozco and others of their era for contemporary European art movements; then the exhibit carefully tracks their return to Mexico and their reintegration into the vital landscapes and human figures of indigenous Mexico--a path parallel today's art in contemporary China.
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Throwing off the bitter, brutal yoke the dictator-identified Catholic Church is a persistent concern throughout the growth and flowering of Mexican art, and it is everywhere in this show, from Orozco's "Christ destroying his cross to the clip from Sergei Eisenstein's Vive Mexique! Where a smug priest offers sprinkles of holy water to a mass of starving peasants. Unlike the rapidly individualist American Revolution, which only advanced the slaughter of North America's native people, the core of Mexico's liberation struggle was its indigenous population. It's a story in the joy and weeping of Diego Rivera's panoramic, Utopian murals and his sublime peasant girls selling lillies, in Frieda Kahlo's mystical portraits, in Rufino Tamayo's howling, copulating wolf dogs, in Sigueiros invincible--and yet oddly androgynous--self portrait as a revolutionary colonel.

Unlike the clever and often banal ironies that brought fame to the adman Magritte, these works weep and roar with passion. They are remembrances of tragedies that cannot be forgotten even as they sing with joy at the prospect--not yet realized--of the only North American utopian dream not founded on collective genocide.

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Do Signature Letters Impress Art Collectors?

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There are ways in which meeting a new collector is similar to applying for a job: An artist wants to show expertise and an agreeable personality; presumably, the artwork itself would reflect competence and achievement, but it is not uncommon to indicate that, like a job reference, others have regarded the artist's work highly as well. This is the reason that clippings of past reviews or feature articles are put out for visitors to an exhibition to peruse. It may not even matter whether or not the write-up is favorable, just that the artist's work has drawn the attention of a publication that saw some previous exhibit as important enough to publish a review, although as a practical matter most reviews in all but a tiny number of periodicals are quite positive.
Beyond reviews, artists may wonder what else a visitor wants to know, what might add to their prestige. Perhaps, having received an art degree (Bachelor's of Fine Arts, Masters of Fine Arts) from some noted art school or university art program might seem significant, although it is not clear how important this information is to prospective collectors (potential employers might be interested in whether someone graduated from college) and, besides, so many other artists have the same degrees. Having studied with a particularly renowned artist may have greater standing with collectors.
An artist's prestige may also be suggested through the use of "signature letters" at the end of the artist's name. A form of nonacademic credentialing, these letters that follow artists' names refer to the membership society to which they belong. The use of the signature letters after one's name is more likely to carry weight for artists who are members of recognized national, as opposed to regional or local, societies. The National Sculpture Society, for example, is a well-recognized association of artists from all over the United States who work in a variety of styles and materials, while the Cowboy Artists of America and the National Academy of Western Art--both of which offer signature letters to members--are more regional in focus and specific in content.
Both the American Watercolor Society and National Watercolor Society divide their members into two levels. The National Watercolor Society has both associates and signature members--the first group may join without jurying, the second requiring acceptance into the society's annual exhibition and then an additional jurying of three more paintings--while the American Watercolor Society has sustaining associates and active members. At the highest levels, members are permitted to include AWS or NWS after their names for professional purposes. The National Academy of Design also has two levels of membership, both of which include signature privileges: The first is an associate member (ANA), who is proposed by a current associate and approved in an election by at least 60 percent of the entire associate membership; the second is an academician (NA), who is chosen from the associates and elected by 60 percent of the academicians. Unlike the national watercolor societies, no jurying of individual works of art or acceptance into past or current annual exhibitions is part of the entry process.
Members of the major regional and national groups claim that signature initials confer stature upon an artist and may help advance one's career. "The National Watercolor Society is a very prestigious organization, and the jurying in is so strict that to be able to put NWS after one's name is really a feather in one's cap," Meg Huntington Cajero, a past president of the society, said. "The letters NWS matters to dealers who would be more inclined to represent an artist with them, knowing that the artist has been seen as having attained a very high level of skill and accomplishment, and dealers would point out the 'NWS' to potential collectors." Yet others claim that it is worthwhile for an artist to let others know how he is esteemed by others."
Signature letters have no specific value. To be a signature member of the Florida Watercolor Society, allowed to use the society's initials (FWS) after his or her name, for example, one must have been accepted into three of the society's juried exhibits. There are two other levels of membership to the Florida Watercolor Society that do not permit the use of signature letters: The first is associate membership, which can be anyone who is a Florida resident and pays the membership fee, and the second is participating membership, enabling one to vote for officers, policies, and venues for the society's annual juried exhibition, and these artists must have had one painting in a juried show. Other societies, on the other hand, allow anyone who pays the annual dues become a member and use the group's signature letters.
The degree to which signature letters appended to one's name aids an artist's career is not fully clear. Perhaps, if I were to write my name Daniel Grant, FWS, an onlooker might be intrigued enough to ask what the initials stand for, but the transition from curiosity to a sale would seem long. Lawrence diCarlo, director of the Fischbach Gallery in New York City, stated that signature letters don't mean anything to his collectors or to himself, and Frank Bernarducci, director of Tatistcheff and Company, another New York art gallery that represents artists who work in watercolor, claimed that all the signature letters may do for artists is "help keep their egos under control, perhaps." Painter Will Barnet, who is a national academician as well as a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters and the Century Club but does not use any of these signature letters after his name, said that the letters "have more of a human value than they are a benefit to one's career. It means something to me personally that other artists have accepted my work, but it doesn't matter to people who buy my work."

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Say Cheese! Vevey Honors Cameras and Photography

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A picture is worth 1,000 words and those enabling us to express ourselves visually deserve credit, so a Swiss city established a museum honoring photography and the inventors behind it.

Sure enough, a globetrotting and enterprising Lebanese made his mark and earned a place in the Swiss Camera Museum with a series of virtual images.

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Georges Abou Jaoudé's virtual images (Abu-Fadil)

According to a plaque featuring the work of Georges Abou Jaoudé:

Digital photography doesn't exist, can't be seen, just like the partition of a musical instrument, that's but a description of what we hear, differently every time, thanks to a musician's talent. In the case of our photography, no paper or screen is perfectly identical, not to mention the talent or taste of the operator who'll transpose this description into an image.

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Film packs from way back when (Abu-Fadil)

Digitally, one can describe an image that seems like photography, but that isn't, the explanation goes on.

But if the description is the fruit of an artist who thinks, who perceives, like a photographer, who uses the language of photography, the result can be troubling, and photographic, it notes.

Abou Jaoudé is just that, polymorphous, an architect, an IT person, a digital photography expert from the outset, he remembers the initial installation of an Eikonix (digital imaging system) in his lab and his collaborations with the publisher Skira, but also as a photographer, he delved into fashion and is equally a war reporter in the Beirut of his youth where he was trained by Armenian photographers.

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Digital reflex cameras emerge in 2004 (Abu-Fadil)

The annual Visual Arts Festival, Open Air Photography Biennial and the Vevey International Photography Award draw the expected eager crowds to these events.

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Antique photo of Jerusalem's Dome of the Rock (Abu-Fadil)

But equally fascinating is the Swiss Camera Museum, nestled between similar quaint buildings in Vevey's old town overlooking the Grande Place where aficionados can enjoy all things still and moving photography.

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Motion pix? Cartoons? (Abu-Fadil)

A veritable treasure trove packed in four narrow but plentiful floors chronicles man's (and woman's) century-plus journey via a medium to faraway lands, bringing out reflections of the best and worst in humanity, and highlighting how big bulky cameras morphed into the tiniest hand-held devices capable of storing thousands of images.

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Digital video's precursor (Abu-Fadil)

The permanent exhibition covers over 500 square meters (5,382 square feet) of displays.

It provides visitors with a rich history of photography and the amazing equipment that's been used over the ages.

Accordion-like Kodak cameras from the early to mid-20th Century are a throwback to when photographers wrapped a roll of film into a spool, locked it in, closed the back, adjusted the aperture, made sure there was enough light, and shot pictures.

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A vest pocket Kodak (Abu-Fadil)

The Rochester, New York firm continues making cameras and has joined the digital revolution, but somewhere along the line, Kodak produced cute items called Instamatics.

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Ah! Instamatics (Abu-Fadil)

In the 1960s one would drop a film cartridge in the camera and buy separate flash light bulbs that fit on top or into a pop-up holder to shoot indoors and at night.

The shutter release couldn't be depressed if there was no film in the camera.

Back then, it was cool technology and although it wasn't high-res, the pictures were decent.

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Portable camera? (Abu-Fadil)

If one wanted really instant pictures, one bought a Polaroid. In went the film, click was the shot, and out came the picture from the front of the camera.

Only one hitch: There was no negative to make multiple copies so one had to shoot good photos and make sure they didn't fade with time, which, they ultimately did.

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Insta pix - Polaroid (Abu-Fadil)

Long before cloud storage, external hard disks and thumb drives, people spent fortunes buying albums to save their printed pictures and negatives, after having dished out for all manner of black and white and/or color films.

Some still do.

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Rolls of film at Vevey museum (Abu-Fadil)

For the uninitiated, baby boomers and millennials, negatives are strips produced in dark rooms from developed rolls of film using pungent smelling chemicals. One can then print photos and make multiple copies after drying them out.

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Dark room (Abu-Fadil)

The Swiss Camera Museum is a must-see. It's home to a collection of over 500 Photochromes, mostly covering Europe, but also North Africa, North America and Asia.

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North African women weavers (Abu-Fadil)

The mix of vintage and contemporary equipment and images is a feast for shutterbugs' eyes.

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Classic(al) Sexual Harassment

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I have been a professional opera singer for over 36 years.

I don't have enough digits to count the times I have been either approached inappropriately sexually, had to pretend to ignore innuendo, or had to remain teflon-coated when borderline sexist comments have been made.

Curiously enough, these experiences did not occur with men one would expect to congregate in the locker room. They are men considered movers and shakers in the classical music world. They are in positions of authority and fame.

Years ago, a manager in the business, (in classical music they are called "managers;" in other performing arts they are called "agents") told me that male singers tend to make more per performance than female singers. I was stunned. Nothing to be done about that. How would one even begin? The fees are not something openly discussed and it would be hard to find out exactly what one is paid and hard to determine comparable fees for comparable roles. Yet, even in roles that may have a similar number of notes, same level of difficulty, for instance in what we call an ensemble opera-equal roles for men and women, the men were paid more than the women.

If that is not bad enough, certain male colleagues felt it their point to comment on the appeal of my rear end. Numerous times when climbing stairs in shows I have had comments. In Italy I had a couple male colleagues ridicule me when I complained once about the men in the city who would make lewd comments while I walked to rehearsals. They told me I was overreacting.

There is a very clear line between flattery and innuendo. In the arts it is really near impossible to prove when sexual harassment occurs unless it is flat out sexual assault. It should not come to that. Some men in power are above any accountability. Many are tremendously talented. Few can even match their level, so people look the other way when they act inappropriately.

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I have had a major conductor accost me in my dressing room prior to a performance. At first I felt flattered but then I felt gross and like one of many. Moreover, since it happened right before a performance I could not just walk out. I had to continue and perform. I spurred this man's advances. After six years of working together quite regularly, he never hired me again. This was a man I admired and from whom I had learned so much. I do not regret the work and I cannot replace what I learned, but I have always been baffled and saddened that, by not accepting his advances, he could not put his ego aside and still hire me. My singing was at a very high level then. There was no way I could speak publicly about the incident or even to any of the higher-ups at the symphony where I had been performing.

Another incident happened when a well-known, highly-regarded and, frankly, a true advocate for the arts and a real family man felt it was his right to not only kiss me in the dressing room but also pursue me outside of the working environment. Again, I was flattered. (Who would even think a man in such a high place would give me the time of day? He was downright famous.) But the more I said no, the less work I had with the guy. He had the power to cast operas and concerts in which he sang. As I said, at first I was flattered, even though I said no and pointed out that he was married. But as time went on and he knew he would be getting nowhere, I was no longer invited to work with or for him. Again, it made me sad because I could put aside the advances and stay professional but he could not. Some of the highest quality performances in my career had been with this man. It was exhilarating as a performer to work at such a high musical level. I felt as though I had been black-listed. Even now, I do not mention names because it will not matter. Moreover, among most women in the industry it is a well-known fact. I am one of many.

There is no proving any of this because it is a "he-said she-said" situation. It is quite common in the arts. Lastly, and more horrific, I was with two male colleagues at dinner in Vienna and one was a perfect gentleman and the other, after a couple drinks, became a total boor. He felt he could put his hand on my crotch at dinner and afterwards in the cab told me "you know you want it" when I put him off. Fortunately, the other guy took the high road and made him back off. If it had just been the two of us at that restaurant or in that cab I am not sure what would have happened. I had to go to rehearsal the next day and act like nothing had happened. No one in the arts wants a whiner. You have to do the job.

If I had stood up to these men by reporting them, I know my career would have been over long ago. It is not right but it is how it is. I might point out that it is not just women who experience this. I see this happening to gay men all the time in the business.

There are hundreds of us out there. It is very wrong.

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Stage Door: Holiday Inn, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

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As Jerome Kern once noted: "Irving Berlin is American music."

For fans, his greatest hits from Broadway shows and movie musicals are on display in Holiday Inn, billed as "the new Irving Berlin musical, now at Studio 54.

Roundabout Theater's Broadway tuner has revamped the 1942 Astaire/Crosby film, moving it to 1946. It's no longer a Christmas show; it's a tribute to Berlin's songbook.

Jim (Bryce Pinkham) decides to leave show biz and buy a Connecticut farm. His dancing partners, Lila (Megan Sikora) and Ted (Corbin Bleu), have other ideas.

Jim opts for the rural life; the others follow the bright lights. Scenes neatly move between the two.

Running a farm is tough, so when the going gets tough, it's time to put on a show! Jim transforms the farm into Holiday Inn, helped by sassy handywoman Louise (a standout Megan Lawrence), and Linda, a schoolteacher who doubles as a romantic interest (Lora Lee Gayer).

A compilation of Berlin's best loved songs, such as "Blue Skies," "Heat Wave," "White Christmas," "Cheek To Cheek," are shoehorned into the plot, though colorfully staged. That's thanks to Denis Jones' choreography, a hardworking ensemble and appealing leads.

Holiday Inn is strictly jukebox musical lite; bland and slow in the beginning. But it picks up in act two to deliver a breezy, feel-good musical.

Another revamp, but a meaningful one, is Jules Verne's 1870 sci-fi classic, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. Its sea creatures, submarine (the Nautilus) and nefarious Captain Nemo have been updated at the New Victory Theater.

Grad student Jules (Rick Miller) imagines himself back in time -- and in his favorite story -- trying to clean up the plastic-strewn sea. Plus, he's on an adventure with Prof. Aronnax (Suzy Jane Hall), who is busy investigating a scary underwater threat.

There are kidnappings by nasty Captain Nemo (Richard Clarkin), giant squids who have to be killed and a great escape. The action is augmented by interactive tech, which ensures the audience an entertaining and thoughtful experience.

Miller, who doubles as director, has the characters engage the audience, which enhances their fun. Credit Deco Dawson's wonderful multimedia projections and Yannik Larivee's set and eclectic costumes for bringing Verne's classic to life in such an exciting way, coupled with a strong eco-message.

There are heady themes here, and Miller and Craig Francis' adaptation doesn't shy away from confronting them -- or throwing in the occasional literary reference, such as Moby Dick. The pacing keeps the action lively and introduces the 8+ crowd to a much-loved classic in an innovative way.

Photo: Joan Marcus

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An Open Letter To The Usher At The Theatre Who Asked Me If "I Was The Sick Girl"

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Dear Miss,

First of all, thank you for being an usher tonight.  I've always had an admiration for what you do, and for the whole world of the Great White Way.  Tonight, I was really excited to see one of my favorite musicals being revived on Broadway.  I used to live for this stuff, and after being estranged from the theatre scene for a while, I still do love it. however, it's been hard to get back to that world after a few "medical detours."  Physically and emotionally.

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I came to the theatre with an equal mix of nerves and dread. In my old life, I would have just hustled right to my seat, 20 minutes before show time, devouring every last page of my Playbill, maybe running down to the orchestra to see if I could sneak a look at the musicians, and eagerly hurried back to my seat with elated anticipation as the first booming sounds of the orchestra flooded the building with astounding resonance.

 

But tonight, like every night I go to see theatre now, I felt like I was intruding on a world I didn't feel quite as at home in.  I tentatively walked towards the ticket stand, with equal parts adrenaline and anxiety, as I anticipated explaining my unique medical situation to the house manager, taking in their stupefied look, and keeping my composure as I tried to answer their baffled questions as calmly as I could.

 

I get it, though - I would be confused too.  It sounds weird that because of all of my surgeries, I can't sit down.  I don't mind if I don't have a great view - I can just stay in the back, where I won't disturb anyone for the many times I'll be in and out of the bathroom throughout the show.  No, I don't get tired standing, and yes, I'm used to it, and double-yes, I know it's weird.  It's not a preference, it's a necessity.  And I know it feels ridiculous that I can't wait until the end of a song to use a bathroom - I hate it too, and I certainly don't want to be a distraction.

 

And the food - I get it.  Nine bottled drinks in my backpack may seem excessive for a two-hour show.  As do the six blocks of cheese stuffed in the side-pockets.  But no, I can't wait until the end of the show. I don't have a stomach and it takes a lot of work and constant calories to keep up my weight - which I'm still trying to gain more of.

 

I get it, I do. it's a lot of weird accommodations I'm asking for.  Not your usual "I need wheelchair access" or "I can't handle loud noises" or something like that.  And I know I'm asking you for a lot of favors, and then you have to get a manager of the house to approve, or a supervisor, and I really feel bad that you have to do all that for me, in addition to the hundreds of people that are still waiting to be seated, staring at this skinny little girl trying to manage a backpack twice her size.  I try to be as chameleon-like as possible - just tell me where to stand, and I'll fade into the background, really.  Whatever I can get out of the show, I will, although I'll probably miss half of it in the bathroom.  I know in some ways, it's easier to stay at home, but I really am looking for quality of life here, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life saying, "well, maybe I should just be thankful I'm alive."  I'm living, but theatre is what makes me feel alive.  And I really want to see this show - I'm actually an actress, although you may never guess that from all of my requests right now.

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Tonight was a bit complicated, I know.  This theatre was super-strict about any food or liquid in the building, and I'm sorry, but my body doesn't make exceptions, even if a theatre has completely legit reasons and great intentions.  So there was a little back-and-forth between my needs and the "powers that be" of the theatre, and the staff member was very understanding and was really trying her best to work things out.  Maybe it's difficult to understand how rigidly I have to stick to my constant eating, standing and bathroom access.  So I went downstairs to the general ladies' bathroom and just hung out there while the show started.  I didn't know what else to do, and I felt like I was causing more commotion that I wanted.  So I just waited there, trying to hear what was going on in the show through the speakers.

 

I'm not upset about how hard it was for that usher to make these accommodations.

I get that it's hard to appreciate exactly how extreme my crazy situation is.  My stomach exploded, but that's another story - actually, I wrote a musical about it.  See?  I'm not just a sick girl with a disability, I do theatre too!  I belong here!

 

There is only one thing that made me upset. It's how I met you.  You asked me a question when trying to work things out, which I really do appreciate.  You came down, saw me in the bathroom, and before even introducing yourself, said "Are you the sick girl?"

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I hate that word. I really do. I immediately snapped back (and I'm sorry if that came across the wrong way, but it struck a nerve) "No, I'm not the sick girl. I have medical circumstances."

 

You didn't seem to be bothered by the difference in phrasing, and went on with your well-intentioned attempt to make my necessary accommodations.  Eventually, it worked out, and thank you for helping me find a nice place to stand in the back and eat my cheese, while enjoying the show.

 

But I really hope you heard me when I said "I'm not the sick girl."

Believe it or not, I'm an actress.  An actress that has a few extra...props and stage directions, I guess.

What I really wanted to tell you is yes, I have crazy medical circumstances.  And I hate them.  I absolutely hate them and sometimes I want to scream like hell how unfair it is, that I can't even sit in a cozy velvet theatre seat, relax, and just enjoy the show.  And more than that - I used to be just like those actors you're seeing up there now. I used to be SO in this world!  Auditioning in New York, with an agent and everything.  I knew all the latest composers, what the Broadway trends were, the most overdone audition songs to avoid at the time...that was me!  I'm not just this skinny thing that should be in bed at a hospital, barricaded from the outside world.  I have those moments sometimes, in and out of hospitals, but I'm strong, I'm vital, and I'm an actress, whether I also happen to be a patient or not.

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I want to tell you that I still do what I love, but in a different form, and hopefully inspiring people.  I may not be up there with my Equity card, but I'm sharing my story through the magic of theatre - my addiction since the time I could remember.   And maybe one day, I will audition again.

 

I know right now I look thin as a rail, I'm hunched over, embarrassed, insecure and trying not to feel ashamed that I can't behave like everyone else and not make a scene wherever I go.  But for five years, I've been "making scenes" touring theatres, even some just a few streets down, singing, dancing and laughing about all of these medical nonsense.

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So you can call me whatever you want - weird, high-maintenance, difficult - although I really do appreciate all of the accommodations you are willing to make.

 

But please, do not call me sick.  I have medical circumstances.  Circumstances that I cope with through the power of theatre.  Circumstances that I wont let determine the course of my life.

 

After the show was over, I went back into my life - with those same medical circumstances, as I frantically searched for a bathroom on the way back to my place. Whatever it was, I was going back to my life.  A life that is so much larger than sitting or standing.

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So the next time you meet someone that needs special accommodations, please, don't call them the "sick girl."  Hundreds of people mill in and out of a theatre every day. What if we judged all of them with the first label that comes to our minds?  What if we judged all the actors on stage with the costume they wore?



Theatre's about opening up our preconceived notions.  I hope I was able to do that for you. Even though all I said was "I'm not the sick girl."  Maybe one day, you'll see my show, and meet the person behind the patient.

And I really did enjoy the show, by the way. So thank you.  I had a great view.

Wishing you the best,

Amy



Amy Oestreicher is a PTSD peer-to-peer specialist, artist, author, writer for The Huffington Post, health advocate, speaker for TEDx and RAINN, actress, and playwright.You can endorse Amy as a Health Activist Hero until October 21st at www.amyoes.com/health-activist.  Amy will be performing Gutless & Grateful next at the Metropolitan Room on February 5th and 25th, and at 54 Below on June 9th.  See more of Amy' original artwork, learn about her health and leadership speaking, or catch her touring Gutless & Grateful, her one woman musical, to theatres, colleges, conferences and organizations nationwide.   Learn about her mental health advocacy programs for students, and find out how to take part in the#LoveMyDetour movement, and learn about her upcoming book, My Beautiful Detour at www.amyoes.com.




 

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The Indispensable Pianist By Pei-Shan Lee

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The Indispensable Pianist
By Pei-Shan Lee


Hooray for political correctness - piano "accompanists" are now more properly referred to as "collaborative pianists"!

Samuel Sanders, one of my most influential mentors and a longtime piano partner of violinist Itzhak Perlman and cellist Mstislav Rostropovich, is credited with inventing the term "collaborative pianist" as he felt "accompanying" implied a less important musical voice. He was absolutely right - clearly the duo sonatas of Mozart, Schubert, Beethoven, Brahms, Mendelssohn, Faure, Bartok, Prokofiev, Hindemith (the list can go on forever!) require the presence, artistry, virtuosity, and equality of the pianist. Of course there is a genre of virtuoso showpieces where the pianist plays only an accompanying role, but that it just a small part of what we do. While all other musicians are simply called "violinist," "bassoonist," "guitarist," whether they be a soloist, or in a chamber ensemble or orchestra, a pianist too often is labeled the "accompanist"! The term "collaborative" certainly is a step forward, though wouldn't it be even better if we all were just "pianists"?

And yet, I teach in New England Conservatory's Collaborative Piano Department! So what is the need for a separate collaborative degree if we are all to be identified only as "pianists"? Why not just have piano majors? Repertoire specialization is one major reason. The repertoire with piano is so vast that no pianist can learn it all in a single lifetime. Most piano students use the undergraduate years to develop their musicianship and technical chops in the solo repertoire. This solid instrumental and artistic training prepares students for the crossroads of graduate study specialization: Do they continue the solo route, or prepare for a collaborative career? Going even deeper, do they specialize in the vocal repertoire and learn the associated skills (diction courses, foreign languages, coaching techniques) or will they devote themselves to a lifetime of instrumental partnerships? Each of these areas has an enormous repertoire that takes many years to know and master.

I was fortunate to have received an amazing musical education in my home country of Taiwan, where collaborative piano and solo piano were equally important to my upbringing. I first started playing with my classmates at age 6! Making beautiful music with the buddies I hung out with every day was so exciting that practicing for them was as important as practicing my solo assignments. Not to mention that my growth as a musician tripled through the years playing in the studios of great instrumental and vocal artist-teachers.

Pianists have increasingly come to understand that collaborative piano is not an escape for a failed solo pianist but is an exciting, rewarding field open to wonderful musicians who love making music and exchanging ideas with others. It's also the career path with perhaps the largest number of opportunities for pianists. After all, we are the most indispensable of musicians--whether vocalist or instrumentalist, no one can do without us! (I sometimes joke that we could rename the "collaborative pianist" the "indispensable pianist".)

Many pianists leave school without a collaborative degree and later end up looking for work as collaborative pianists. It is not unusual for older pianists (even with a master's or doctoral degree), to come back for a collaborative piano degree. Why? They realize their lack of collaborative expertise is holding them back, and...they need to pay the bills!

Besides teaching at New England Conservatory, I also have recently had the good fortune to create two new collaborative piano programs: A Master of Music in Collaborative Piano at California State University Northridge, and a summer fellowship program at the Bowdoin International Music Festival in Maine. At all three institutions, we admit talented pianists with solid pianistic skills and with a real passion for making music with others--the two most necessary ingredients to begin the journey. In addition to facing a huge new repertoire, the biggest challenge for most entering a collaborative program is the sudden need to accelerate their learning speed and hone their time management skills. Their partners pull them in different directions every day. They are always performing, and on a daily basis need to be prepared for rehearsals, lessons, repertoire classes, concerts, and studio classes. Interactive skills are also new to some who have spent most of their musical lives alone in a piano practice room, and the musical and interpersonal give and take, learning to make someone else's interpretive ideas work, are skills that only experience can teach.

Sam could never have dreamt of the number of music schools and conservatories today that offer graduate Collaborative Piano degrees. Fantastic pianists graduate and find themselves suddenly competing for college faculty positions where schools are looking to hire those who, in addition to teaching, can collaborate in concert with their instrumental and vocal faculty colleagues. In today's increasingly competitive job market, knocking the audience's socks off with a Rachmaninoff concerto usually counts less than knowledge of the instrumental and vocal repertoire. Knowing how to balance, lead, follow, interact--collaborate--that's where the jobs are! And I maintain that is where the joy of making music is as well. Much more fun interacting with others than spending a life alone in the practice room!

About Pei-Shan Lee
Pianist Pei-Shan Lee has toured the world as a duo and chamber music partner in concerts including the Kennedy Center, Lincoln Center, Weill Recital Hall at Carnegie Hall, Boston's Jordan Hall, Cleveland's Severance Hall, Taiwan's National Concert Hall, venues in France, Germany, Belgium, Israel, and throughout the United States. A member of New England Conservatory's Collaborative Piano and Chamber Music Faculty, she has worked with the Boston Symphony Orchestra's guest conductors and soloists, and is seen as a pianist in the documentaries 'The Portrait' on the life of violinist Anne-Sophie Mutter, and in 'Talent Has Hunger', which is about cellist and teacher Paul Katz.

In recent summers, Ms. Lee has performed at the Mostly Mozart Festival, Caramoor Festival, Great Lakes Chamber Music Festival, Rockport Chamber Music Festival, Bowdoin International Music Festival, Heifetz International Music Institute, Chautauqua Institute, Music Academy of the West, Pro Quartet in France, Great Wall Academy in Beijing, Formosa Chamber Music Festival in Taiwan, and the International Piano Festivals in Spain and Russia.

A native of Taiwan, Ms. Lee came to the U.S. after winning the Youth Division of Taiwan's National Piano Competition. She is frequently invited for guest residency and masterclasses in China and Taiwan. Her doctoral thesis "The Collaborative Pianist: Balancing Roles in Partnership" has become an important resource for researchers and schools wishing to begin a Collaborative Piano program.

Ms. Lee is also on the faculty of the California State University Northridge, where she created a new M.M. in Collaborative Piano in 2013. A passionate advocate advancing the art of instrumental collaboration, she serves on the faculty of the Perlman Music Program in Sarasota, and directs the tuition-free Collaborative Piano Fellowship program at the Bowdoin International Music Festival in Maine. Pei-Shan's leisure time is filled with Barça soccer, goat cheese and good red wine.

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The Democratic Cup

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Since the advent of online journalism, social media, and the increasingly partisan landscape of cable news, Americans have started to do something that researchers call "self-segregating" when it comes to learning about politics and current events. Many of us are watching, just not together: according to a recent Pew Research Center analysis of Nielsen Media Research data, the 2016 presidential election has led to an 8 percent jump in prime time viewership of cable news. The revenues for the three major channels, CNN, Fox News Channel, and MSNBC, are projected to increase by 10 percent to about $4 billion this year. That's certainly good for TV, but it's probably not good for us. This election, which has been punctuated by a shocking normalization of bigotry and the steady drumbeat of rambling, late night tweetstorms, has been more acrimonious and polarizing than any in recent memory. Whatever the results on election day, the political climate is likely to remain fraught.

What can be done? A group of optimistic artists have launched a project designed to provide a model for how communities can counteract partisan polarization: The Democratic Cup. Maine-based Ayumi Horie and North Carolina-based Nick Moen have gathered a group of twenty-six stellar illustrators and ceramic artists, and together they have designed limited-edition porcelain cups decorated with imagery designed to encourage conversation and inspire hope for finding common ground during the election season. Their aim is to raise $100,000 from sales of the cups to benefit a group of non-profit organizations that focus on gender equality and women's health, combating systemic racism, immigration reform, gun reform, LGBTQ+ rights, and climate change. Each one is handmade in North Carolina by The Bright Angle Studio, and has an original design. You can read more about the artists, causes, and cups here.

Each artist involved drew inspiration from something slightly different, but almost all of them had a similar thought about what an unassuming, humble cup of coffee (and the conversations that happen over it) can do. "A ceramic cup is an invitation to sit, to slow down," says Roberto Lugo. "What better place to bring a conversation than at one of the few moments in contemporary life that we are most likely to be at peace: when we sit to drink our morning coffee." For Birdie Boone, it's largely about conversation: "stories and statements are spun left and right, sure, but they also can be altered, taken out of context, or may just be plain old lies. Sit down with someone, have a cuppa and a conversation. Face to face, with no additional input. Listen. Be tolerant, thoughtful, open-minded. Find common good. We need more of that." And Lauren Gallaspy sees metaphor in every aspect of the Democratic Cup project: "A cup is a vessel, small but effective. This project centers around small gestures with a big aim for an election that will have an enormous impact on our future. This project honors those who carry potential, who seek sustenance, who wish to live a life of pleasure and productivity. The act and the object is small, but the consequences could not be greater."

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The subjects depicted on the cups are icons and conversation-starters. Mike Corney's VOTE! Cup, created in collaboration with East Fork Pottery, was inspired by an unforgettable moment from the Democratic National Convention this summer: "When [Obama] uttered the name of "he who shall not be named," the crowd boo'ed. His response? Don't Boo. VOTE."

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The Ruth Ruth Cup by David Gordon and Nick Moen celebrates the Notorious RBG, who is depicted in 18th century garb on one side and in her Justice's robes on the other. "Let's have a woman president already," says Gordon. "And while we're at it, more women supreme court justices, more women in power. Especially women like Ruth Bader Ginsburg, with her quiet and towering intellect, and love of opera."

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Klai Brown, Danez Smith, Nick Moen collaborated on a heart-wrenching cup called "What Did I Do," which depicts the faces of African-American men and women who have been killed by police officers over the past two years. Inside the cup, Danez Smith's text reads: "What did I do? What did I do? Be born? Be black? Meet you?"

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And Kristen Kieffer, who worked with Roberto Lugo, was inspired by the concept of Founding Mothers. "Through the illustrations of two strong, African-American female activists, Sojourner Truth (1797-1883) and bell hooks (1952- ), who've fought tirelessly for suffrage, emancipation, and equality, we wanted to add an air of positivity and conviction to the contentious discussions during this presidential race, says Kieffer.

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James Klein and David Reid hope their cup warms hearts and minds. "We wanted to create a generous, go-to mug," they say, "friendly to the hands and lips," adding: "A friend's 7 year-old daughter was shocked and confused that there isn't an African American on the ballot for president this year. That's how quickly minds can change. 12 years of sustained leadership will change what a generation thinks is normal -- what they expect in a government."

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On Business & The Blues

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Art and thought have long been adversaries of convention. When practiced with intention, both can call into question the moral legitimacy of social and economic norms kept (largely) in place to preserve the comfort of a few. So often is business and the drive for profit responsible for perpetuating these norms--and engendering cultural homogenization--that the notion of "corporate responsibility" is easily and justifiably scoffed at. However, rare cases occur when a business--typically helmed by an exceptional individual--demonstrates an earnest commitment to social justice or the promotion of free thought. Anand Mahindra, and his 18B dollar multinational group Mahindra & Mahindra do both.

I first became interested in Mr. Mahindra upon watching him address the United Nations during the April 2016 signing of the Paris Climate Agreement. Mr. Mahindra was slated to speak just before Leonardo DiCaprio, and I expected him to make the requisite corporate responsibility pledge before Leo came out to drive home the historic nature and urgent necessity of the Agreement. Instead, Mr. Mahindra invoked the Indian myth of Samudra manthan, spoke of inner-consciousness, and the importance of ensuring "a more sustainable world that the human race will finally DESERVE to inhabit." I was not accustomed to hearing a businessman speak this way. His address was candid and eloquent, and evinced a spiritual depth rarely, if ever, found in the corporate world. I was heartened.

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Some time later I attended a conversation about race and racism featuring Homi Bhabha and Claudia Rankine at Eastern Michigan University. Intrigued by Bhabha's ideas on post-colonial India, I looked him up, only to discover that he served as the director of Harvard's Mahindra Humanities Center--a facility established in large part due to a 10-million-dollar gift made by Mr. Mahindra (a graduate of Harvard's Business School). Again, I found myself surprised by Mahindra, namely his commitment to a humanitarian agenda I long thought antithetical to bottom-line business.

Upon researching Mr. Mahindra further, one finds him to be a long-time advocate for education, equal opportunity, and creative expression. He is a founder of both Project Nanhi Kali--an NGO supporting and ensuring the education of young women in India; and Naandi Danone--the largest provider of safe drinking water to rural areas of India. His company, staying true to their Chairman's UN remarks, recently invested more than 350 million dollars in green energy. Mr. Mahindra's company has also, somewhat surprisingly, been at the core of funding the urban farming movement in Detroit, MI (where they have a U.S. branch).

All of the above to say that when I saw the Mahindra name attached to a Blues Weekend happening in Chicago this Friday and Saturday I was far less suspicious than I otherwise would have been. The Mahindra Blues Weekend will take place at Buddy Guy's Legends nightclub and feature performances by prominent bluesmen Mr. Sipp and Jamiah Rogers (Oct. 7th) and Jimmy Johnson and Jimmy Burns (Oct. 8th). The two-evening festival is the American extension of the Mahindra Blues Festival which has taken place annually in Mumbai since 2011. The Mumbai festival, which remains Asia's largest blues gathering, was spearheaded five years ago by, you guessed it, Anand Mahindra. Mahindra developed his love for the blues through listening to legends like Muddy Waters and Chuck Berry, and has, in turn, brought living blues greats like Buddy Guy, Jonny Lang, Shemekia Copeland, and John Lee Hooker Jr. to the Mahindra stage in Mumbai. It may strike some as strange: the blues finding fanfare in India, but Mahindra says it's a fitting home: "The blues is a song of struggle, and you can see the pain of the people here (Mumbai), the deprivation is visible in this metropolis. But they're happy, optimistic people nonetheless."

Mahindra's worldly approach to the blues and business will be on full display in the States this weekend. If you're near Chicago, love the blues, and want to give homage to a man (and company) committed to supporting the arts, get to Buddy Guy's Legends nightclub this Friday and Saturday.

What: Mahindra Blues Weekend Chicago

Where: Buddy Guy's Legends (700 S Wabash Ave.)

When: Oct. 7th (9pm) Oct. 8th (9:30pm)

Who: Mr. Sipp & Jamiah Rogers (Oct. 7) Jimmy Johnson & Jimmy Burns (Oct. 8)

Tickets can be found here.

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At Home In Holland: Vermeer And His Contemporaries from the British Royal Collection

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In addition to superstars Rembrandt and Vermeer, the Dutch Golden Age produced a cache of artists who invented a popular art form known today as genre painting. "At Home in Holland: Vermeer and his Contemporaries from the British Royal Collection" at the Mauritshuis is a rare chance to enjoy over twenty of these snapshots of everyday life in the 17th century Dutch Republic (September 29 to January 8, 2017).

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Johannes Vermeer, Lady at the Virginals with a Gentleman ('The Music Lesson'), ca. 1660-1662, Royal Collection Trust / © Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II 2016

Assembled by successive monarchs, the paintings in the British Royal Collection usually hang behind closed doors in thirteen royal residences including Buckingham Palace and Windsor Castle. One of the last great European royal collections intact with over 7,000 paintings, the Collection is held in trust by Queen Elizabeth II.

Curators Desmond Shawe-Taylor, Surveyor of the Queen's Pictures, Royal Collection Trust, and Quentin Buvelot, head curator at the Mauritshuis, have chosen genre paintings by its best practitioners. Prized and collected by wealthy Dutch burghers, the works were remarkable at the time for their unremarkable subjects - rowdy peasants, flirting couples, card players and shopkeepers. The paintings were usually small, made to hang in homes, not palaces.

Most of the paintings in "At Home in Holland" were collected in the early decades of the 19th century by England's King George IV. Fond of the technique and stories behind Dutch genre painting, George IV displayed his scenes of misbehaving peasants in a palatial setting -- the grand garden façade of London's Carlton House. On one occasion, says Desmond Shawe-Taylor, the art-loving King was admiring one of his paintings by candlelight when he got a bit too close and dripped wax onto the canvas.

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Gerrit Dou, A Girl chopping Onions, 1646, Royal Collection Trust/© Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II 2016

Within Dutch genre painting, a variety of styles emerged. Talented storyteller Jan Steen produced lively, humorous scenes meant to both entertain and instruct. Gerrit Dou, an early apprentice to Rembrandt, founded the Leiden school of fine painters, known for meticulous detail and polished finish. Dou's talented pupil, Frans van Mieris, specialized in depicting attractive young women in amorous settings.

Meanwhile in Delft, Pieter de Hooch and Johannes Vermeer were focusing on light and space. In Amsterdam, Gabriel Metsu adopted the refined style of the Leiden school. Rembrandt's pupil Nicolaes Maes is best known today for intimate genre scenes like "The listening Housewife." Dressed in a white fur-trimmed jacket, the protagonist signals for us to be quiet, while her maid kisses a lover in a back room.

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Nicolaes Maes, The listening Housewife, 1655, Royal Collection Trust/© Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II 2016

As Quentin Buvelot explains in the exhibition catalogue, "Masters of the Everyday: Dutch Artists in the Age of Vermeer," Dutch genre painters often added symbols to their canvases that were immediately understood by contemporaries. Onions and oysters were considered aphrodisiacs. A skull, burning candle, or hourglass referred to the transience of life. An empty bird cage represented loss; a clock conveyed the fleeting nature of earthly pleasures.

Johannes Vermeer chose music as the symbol of love in "Lady at the Virginals with a Gentleman" (formerly "The Music Lesson"), one of just three dozen of his known paintings. Due to confusion over the signature, the painting was attributed to Frans van Mieris when George III bought it for Windsor Castle. In this enigmatic scene, the sun streams through the window onto the sleeve of a woman playing the virginal. A well-dressed man to her right appears to be singing along. The woman's face and the foot of Vermeer's easel are reflected in a mirror above the instrument.

Vermeer's tranquil interior is a dramatic contrast to the crowded scenes by Jan Steen, his prolific and influential contemporary. Steen humorously portrayed his subjects carousing, gambling, drinking and smoking as examples of how not to behave. The expression "A Jan Steen household" is still used to describe a lively, messy home.

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Jan Steen, Interior of a Tavern with Card Players and a Violin Player, ca. 1665, Royal Collection Trust/© Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II 2016

Steen, who worked in a number of cities including Leiden, The Hague, Delft, and Haarlem, dated only about ten percent of his 400 paintings. Conservators at the Mauritshuis are hoping to date his works by linking pigments from paint samples to the cities where he lived.

"At Home in Holland" is the perfect complement to the renowned Mauritshaus collection, founded by stadholders William IV and his son William V. To house the art works, William V built a gallery in The Hague next to the Prison Gate which became Holland's first publicly accessible art collection. In 1816, his son King William I bequeathed the collection to the Dutch state. Six years later, the paintings were moved to the Mauritshuis, the elegant former residence of Johan Maurits, governor-general of Brazil.

Among the Mauritshuis masterpieces are a trio of Vermeers: "Diana and her Nymphs," "View of Delft," and "Girl with a Pearl Earring." More gems await nearby in the elegant Prince William V Gallery, where some 150 works are displayed. Among the highlights of Dutch genre painting are Jan Steen's earliest dated work, "The Toothpuller" and Frans van Mieris' "A Boy Blowing Bubbles."

Kate Middleton, the Duchess of Cambridge, will get a tour of her family's collection when she stops by the Mauritshuis on October 11. Vermeer's "Lady at the Virginals with a Gentleman" will be on view at Buckingham Palace next summer.

For more information, visit https://www.mauritshuis.nl/en/discover/exhibitions/royal-collection/

Susan Jaques' biography, "The Empress of Art: Catherine the Great and the Transformation of Russia" was published by Pegasus Books in April.

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The Tao of Willie / Willie Nelson at ACL Fest

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Because I love Willie, and because we could all use a little Willie in these crazy times...

I am 100% committed to voting in this Presidential election, but Sunday night - because I really needed some love, music and wisdom in my life - I skipped the debate for an amazing Willie Nelson show at ACL Fest, and a fresh reminder of why Willie has been my deepest source of wisdom and love for so much of my life.

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A few years ago, when Willie and I were writing our book The Tao of Willie, I felt that many people would be referring back to the book over the coming years to get a fresh dose of Willie's Baptists/Buddhist outlook on life ("Bootist" as Willie called it). But I'm not sure I realized that I'd be one of those readers, coming back again and again to Willie's words in our book during my own times of need.

First the concert. Sunday was a beautiful day at Zilker Park. As I looked out from the stage at 75,000 fans and blue skies smiling at me, Matthew McConnaughey came onstage to intro Willie, and the roar from the crowd was the loudest I've ever heard at an Austin show, at least until the roar for Willie one minute later. I have no idea how many Willie shows I've seen - a couple of hundred or more - and somehow every show still ends up being fresh and amazing in wonderful ways.

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Matthew McConnaughey introduces Willie to 70,000 at ACL Fest in Austin

Last night was much more than that. The joy and connections Willie puts out from the stage are always palpable but for his first ACL fest show in years, 83-year-old Willie was in fine voice (as good as I've heard in a very long time), in beautiful spirit (practically shining) and playing Trigger like the true rock-n-roll/country/blues/jazz Zen master than he is. Eight (?) years ago at Willie's last ACL fest appearance, I stood next to the late, great Willie road manager Poodie Locke, and Poodie and I talked about the magic of Willie and how it all comes together when it needs to.

Last night, I thought about Poodie's spirit floating around that stage, about the spirit and love of Bee Spears and other Willie family band members that have moved on, and I thought how their spirits are part of what makes the ongoing family band so wonderful and strong and full of love. Consider Sister Bobby, still sounding great and looking beautiful at her giant grand piano, despite the fact that she and her little brother Booger Red, aka Willie, have been playing music together for nearly 80 years.

I was particularly taken with Willie's ACL version of "Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground", and thought of all the people I've met for whom this song has great meeting (if you have any biker friends, ask them what Hell's Angels think the song is about).

"I make it a point not to disagree with any of the interpretations," said Willie in our little book, "as long as you're not trying to sell your junk food or your god or your war with my song. It's not up to me to tell you what my songs mean. The meaning is already in the song. And the song is the meaning."

Later in the book, we came back to "Angels", a little like how Willie keeps coming back to "On the Road Again" in his concert. Here's a clip of Willie's ACL version:



"Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground" IS the Tao of Willie," he wrote (or we wrote, anyway this is all from the book.) "It and a whole bunch of other songs I've written are the reflection of what I've learned on a really great ride on the merry go round called Earth."

I felt blessed to experience the ACL show from the sound board, with a great view and surrounded by a huge audience that was soaking up the love, and I was moved to tears as I watched how Willie soaked it all in.

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Here's another passage from our little book, in Willie's voice, as is the entire book except for my short introduction.

"Sometimes in my concerts, I find that I've slipped outside of myself to the same place that I find in meditation. Like the audience, I can see myself on stage. I can see my band behind me and all around me. I can see Poodie and David Anderson in the wings, and Budrocks and Bobby Lemmons, Josh the sound guy on the light and sound boards. All of us are connected to each other and to the audience, and whether we're all caught up in "Angel Flying to Close to the Ground, or just rocking through "Whiskey River" for the third time of the night, that's the kind of moment that keeps me coming back on the road again and again. In that moment, I see myself, my family band, and the audience -- all of us are a part of one joyful whole.

It's like the eye of a hurricane, I'm connected to everything."

Towards the end of his set, I saw Willie pause a little longer than usual between songs and watched him look from face to face in the front rows then lift his gaze up and up to the crowd that seemed to stretch all the way to the sun setting in the beautiful hills he calls home. There was a long history of music and musicians in Austin before Willie, but much of what is great about this city's love of music and film and arts flows stems from forty-plus years ago when Willie decided he didn't want to be what Nashville wanted him to be, he wanted to come home to Texas and be himself.

Looking out at the crowd at Zilker, Willie didn't seem to want to end his set at all. If Mumford and Sons hadn't been coming up later, he might still be playing.

"I didn't come here," Willie is fond of saying, "And I ain't leaving."

I've known Willie for much of the time he's been in Austin. In the 70s, I was fortunate to be his opening act on Auditorium Shores not far from Zilker Park, and Christy was a producer at the 1990 Willie picnic in Zilker Park, one of those 105 degree marathon concert days when you wish you were dead and thank God that you're alive to see it all. We made some movies together and played a lot of golf and poker, all times that I loved and still love, but what I cherish most is the way Willie helped open my heart to the world, and how Willie (and Annie who is a great, and tireless rock of support and inspiration as well) enabled Christy and I to do more with our lives by believing in us and supporting out idea that individuals and couples who want to change the world and are willing to work for their vision can have great impact. There are countless others out there like Christy and me.

If nothing else, Willie helps us know who we are.

So once more from The Tao of Willie, this time from end of the book, Willie's words again, taken from my journals and scraps of paper where I had noted things Willie said to me over the years.
"Since we know so little of the whole, it's all the more important to know yourself. That brings us to the last question, the question that will best start your day, possibly every day, of your life.

The question is, "Who am I?"

Within the answer to that question is the thing we call happiness.

As for myself, I am just a troubadour going down the road, learning my lessons in this life so I will know better next time. I believe the lessons are out there waiting to be found, and waiting inside me to be found as well.

As the miles and miles of miles and miles roll by, I try to listen to the voice inside me as it offers advice, tells tales and whispers the melody to what will be my next song.

Depending on the time of day, and what's been bouncing around in my life, those voices may not always be in my best interest. If an inner voice says, "Tell Gator to stop the bus on the next overpass so I can determine whether I can fly or not," then I'll probably have a cup of coffee and choose to listen to some other voice.

I like it when the other voice reminds me that I am the luckiest man on earth, that I am surrounded by a very large family of people I love and whom I love, and that as long as my body and this bus will carry me, I can step on stage and lift my heart in song that will carry me and my audience through the worst that life has to offer.

Knowing this may not spare me from the sorrows of life and the troubles of the world, but together -- myself, my family and my friends and fans -- we use that common song in our hearts to carry on.

In the end, all of us are just angels flying close to the ground.

Returning to the words of Kahil Gibran that I first read so many years ago, I am reminded that in our quest to return to God, each of us, in our heart, carries a map to that quest, a map that is made of love.

Love is what I live on. Love is what keeps me going.

So all I can say to you is what I've said to myself a thousand times.
"Open your heart, Willie, and give love a try. You'll be amazed at what happens."
So far, it's worked pretty well."

Thank you Willie. In this crazy election year, I think we could all use a little move love. And a lot more people voting.

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The Diverse Voices and Faces of LA Theater

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For nearly two years, the actors of Los Angeles have carried on a courageous struggle against a plan by their own union, Actors Equity, that would decimate LA's vibrant theater scene. The union plan, which would bankrupt many of LA's small theaters, including many that serve minority, women-centered and LGBT communities, was soundly rejected a year ago by LA's union membership.

However, Equity plowed ahead with the plan in the face of fierce opposition, including a lawsuit brought by its own members in federal court. Despite over a year of negotiations and a sensible proposal by LA actors to find a compromise, Equity has stubbornly insisting on implementing its scorched earth proposal beginning in mid-December.

For anyone who is curious about the LA theater scene or who wants to understand the impact the Equity plan would have on the theater community, there is an excellent documentary in the works, Love 99, that gives a voice and a face to LA actors as they fight with the own union for right to work and create.

Narrated by Oscar/Emmy/Tony award winner Helen Mirren and produced by Veronica Brady, the documentary asks the question "Why would an actor work for free?" - referring to the blood, sweat and tears (not to mention their own money) that actors have invested in the many small theaters in Los Angeles. "Because freedom of expression is more valuable than money to an actor," says Mirren. "The need for creation, for self-expression is priceless."

After overwhelming opposition from the theater community - a resounding "no" vote on the proposal, the defeat of an incumbent union president, a lawsuit against the union by its own membership and a year of negotiations, Equity still refuses to budge from its proposal that would be the death knell for LA theater, and most particularly for its underserved communities. Perhaps this documentary, which eloquently puts faces and voices to the creativity and dedication of LA actors, will finally convince Equity the folly of its proposal.

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Arturo O'Farrill Leads His Afro Latin Jazz Orchestra With Sizzling Rhythms and Subversive Politics

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By Dan Ouellette, ZEALnyc Senior Editor, October 11, 2016

Earlier this year at one of his concerts, Arturo O'Farrill thanked the crowd with his credo of music. "We're so anti-war, so anti-Congress, so anti-consolidation. We are so [counter]," the 56-year-old pianist, arranger and leader of his dynamite 18-piece Afro Latin Jazz Orchestra said. "By playing our music, we are doing something subversive."

The creatively vibrant leader whose big band does a weekly Sunday night residency at Birdland (however, November is dark), Arturo is the outspoken son of the late Chico O'Farrill, the Afro-Cuban jazz legend who composed and arranged in the lineage of Duke Ellington and who wrote the extraordinary "The Afro-Cuban Jazz Suite," which jazz icon Charlie Parker played on. While dad was a quiet, slight, soft-spoken man (with a terrific sense of humor), son has become not only one of the pack of forward-looking Afro-jazz leaders and mentors but with his boisterous personality also a socio/political critic of the sorry state of the fracturing union--from support of the Black Lives Matter movement response to the escalation of police killing unarmed black men to vehement critiques of the madness of this year's zany presidential race. His favorite target? Naturally, Donald Trump.

At this year's North Sea Jazz Festival in Rotterdam, Holland, where the orchestra played two nights, the New York-based O'Farrill's delivered his composition "Trump, Fuck Trump," a tune he expounded on by saying he was heartbroken by that "horrible fat-fingered man with an orange toupee and orange skin whose heart doesn't care and who brings people to divide." With a dissonant and fractured piano open, a stop-and-start whirl of horns, turbulent percussion, ALJO instrumentally blasted the Republican Party presidential candidate, and as if on cue, a dog outside the Congo stage tent incessantly barked throughout the song.

In a curated conversation at the festival, O'Farrill told me, "Do politics and music go together? Oh yeah. Think of the history of jazz--this music that was born in a bordello in New Orleans at a time of extreme racism and segregation. That's about the most political thing you can talk about. So jazz is a subversive, politically charged music. You can't separate it. People may commodify it to make it safe, but this music is revolution. You can't play or listen to this without understanding the struggle of blacks and whites and poverty. I can't ignore this in good conscience even if it may hurt my career. But it's really about the music and the truth in social causes. It's because I care."

Even so, "Trump, Fuck Trump" has ruffled plenty of feathers. "He is so despicable and I'm embarrassed that he's in the position to run for president," O'Farrill said about The Donald. "It's a terrible indictment of the U.S. I've played this piece in Texas and North Carolina, and in fact, at Birdland, where you'd think there's a bastion of people with liberal politics, some people walked out and complained to the owner. But I'm a little desperate and a little frightened by what kind of tomfoolery is going on in the U.S., so this is my response. I'm speaking out."

He also referenced to a show the orchestra played in South Carolina. "Now that's Trump country," he said. "The band members are a mix of conservatives and liberals, but we were all fearful of our safety after the show."

A veteran sideman in his twenties with such acts as the Carla Bley Big Band (1979-1983) and later Jerry Gonzalez's Fort Apache, O'Farrill began to take on more conducting of the revived Afro Cuban Jazz Orchestra when his father became older and more fragile. They were weekly regulars at Birdland.

In recent years O'Farrill has been stretching out as a leader with two recording highlights on Harlem-based Motéma Records: 2014's The Offense of the Drum, a full-on drum bash that won a Latin Grammy for best Latin Jazz Album, and last's year Cuba: The Conversation Continues, which was just nominated in the same category for the upcoming Latin Grammy's (the awards show takes place November 17 in Las Vegas).

In our conversation, O'Farrill expounded on the theme of The Conversation Continues by dialing back in jazz history to when bebop co-founder and trumpet explorer Dizzy Gillespie collaborated with percussionist Chano Pozo at the recommendation of his friend Mario Bauzá who was director of the Afro-Cuban Machito Orchestra. "Up until this time, people assumed that Latin and jazz were separate musics, but they were wrong," O'Farrill said. "This mix of the music is the sound of the Americas by way of Africa. Dizzy and Chano rediscovered this. There's a famous quote by Dizzy that goes: Chano doesn't speak English, and I don't speak Spanish, but we both speak African. So they began a re-engagement with the conversation that began hundreds of years earlier."

But that conversation abruptly ended when Pozo was killed in a bar in Harlem and Dizzy went on to continue his own successful projects. O'Farrill set out to revive the conversation, by commissioning different composers to converse in the bigger picture. "Dizzy saw a vision of the future," he said, "where the music we play is not just Cuban or jazz, but something further that he called the music of the universe. So I brought the band to Cuba to continue the conversation. We didn't go there to show the natives how to swing, we didn't go to see how exotic their music was. We went there to play in a spirit of collaboration--and in doing so, imagine the future."

As it turns out, The Conversation Continues was recorded in Havana in 2014 when President Barack Obama and Cuban President Raúl Castro announced the opening of diplomatic relations between the U.S. and the island nation. Of Cuban heritage via his father's birthplace, O'Farrill has been performing at festivals and cultural exchanges in Cuba since 2002. He hastened to say that most Cubans are skeptical of the new accord. "This is all fine, but until the U.S. lifts the embargo that has devastated the country, this is all window dressing," he said. "I don't care how much money JetBlue makes, Cuba is still poor and suffering."

Even so, O'Farrill continues to make his fight with the music. Case in point: "The Triumphant Journey," the leadoff track of The Conversation Continues and written by Cuba-born, U.S.-based percussionist Dafnis Prieto. O'Farrill opens the piece with a sober piano break followed by a sea of horns that sound like they were playing classical music with slices and slivers of percussion keeping the beat alive before the Latin groove kicked it--all without a hint of Latin jazz clichés. "I've known Dafnis since he first came to the U.S., and he quickly became a sensation in New York and beyond," O'Farrill said, noting that he was honored with the prestigious MacArthur Fellow in 2011. "Dafnis is pure Cuba (he's from Santa Clara), and he's pure future. He knows the religion, the rhythms inside and out. He's not a Cubaphile, but an artist who is going forward. He is taking a futuristic look at Cuban music."

In his sizzling shows, O'Farrill typically performs the Spanish Harlem Orchestra's Oscar Hernandez tune "Rumba Urbana," which he calls a "psychedelic boogaloo," and Juan Tizol's classic "Caravan" (that Gillespie put on display on his Afro-Cuban landmark album, 1954's Afro, in collaboration with Chico O'Farrill). And, like at North Sea, he plays his own Grammy-winning composition "Afro Latin Jazz Suite," a four-movement piece that he introduces as "a tribute to my father Chico O'Farrill that will not replicate his music."

At North Sea, O'Farrill opened the percussion kicker with a barrage of swirling tenor notes by Chad Lefkowitz Brown and Ivan Renta and the rest of the band drove into a rippling dance with a rush of horns blown with a rhythmic vitality, a deep-hued blast on baritone sax by Larry Bustamante, and calabash and cajón beats. The spotlight performer was alto saxophonist David Bixler who pushed the music with his exuberant extended solos. O'Farrill further energized the suite with his fast, churning piano chords and exclamatory single-note flights across the keys. In the midst of the suite were pockets of lyrical calm, syncopated conga runs, orchestral quirkiness, whimsical hits, and fiery and ferocious trumpet interludes (with Jim Seeley leading the way). At key junctures in the suite O'Farrill joyfully jumped up and animatedly conducted the band.

Expect that at the weekly Afro Latin Jazz Orchestra Sunday night sets at Birdland, which has hosted an O'Farrill (Chico, then Arturo) showcase for the past twenty-two years. "We get great crowds," Arturo said. "The first set is typically sold-out. I've been watching the people who come. I've seen people who met their partner there, got married, had kids who come to the shows. Every weekend we see people from around the world who build their vacations in New York on our shows."

Subversive? Maybe so. But also cultural ambassadorship in what O'Farrill likes to say is all about freedom. "We don't play stereotypical, nostalgic Latin jazz," he said. "I compose and play with the spirit of exploration and expression that I learned from my dad. The real gift of great musicians is their quest, their hunger, their spiritual search for the truth. Jazz is supposed to move forward, not backward."
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Belden Town Welcomes Artists, Freaks And Hikers at Stilldream Festival

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Driving from Los Angeles to Belden Town in Northern California is a trek of scenic bliss. As oceans and cactus are replaced by rivers and conifers, the air feels richer and pastel color palettes morph into varying shades of green. Powder-sugared mountains pierce the sky as the winding road weaves in and out of their shadows, the pavement looking out of place amidst its wild surroundings. Upon the land which is still untamed is where Stilldream Festival finds its home.

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Situated in the heart of the Feather River Canyon is Belden Town, a quaint resort and lodge that is nestled beside misty mountains and a meandering river. While this 'town' really just consists of a small strip of old-timey shops and lodges, it sometimes allows the freakshow to take over, hosting music festivals such as Emissions Festival, Priceless Festival, For the Funk, and many more. Stilldream Festival is among these events that borrows Belden for a weekend, most recently this past summer from July 28th to August 1st.

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The Feather River is wide and deep with quartz-like clarity. The beach stage's sloping shores offer easy access to the river with plenty of room to float, swim, and cannon-ball off of rocks. Just around the bend is the main stage where mixed genres of musicians performed ranging from electronic to folk. This elaborately designed edifice was like a psychedelic flashback to Legends of the Hidden Temple. If you continued through the verdant paths toward the campgrounds, you might stumble upon the forest stage where patrons wore a fine coat of dust and had purple-stained lips from snacking on wild blackberries. Stilldream was a special place, indeed.

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Intermingled with the festi-kids donned in full regalia was a smattering of well-seasoned and semi-dazed hikers who wandered in from the Pacific Crest Trail. Since the PCT crosses right through Belden Town, many hikers stop there for a brief respite from the wilderness. Most PCT'ers stop to rest and recharge but on this particular weekend they wound up tripping into a rabbit hole and as one would hope, many of them joined the tea party.

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White Tiger and Eprom


There were many a magical, silly, and perplexing goings-on at Stilldream, like White Tiger's strange stage exit during Eprom's set. The well-known performer famous for his eccentric style of dance was mysteriously escorted off stage mid-move, much to the chagrin of onlookers. The true story behind that moment is yet to be revealed to me. Another intriguing presence was the performance troupe, Freaks En Flique, a choreographed group of character dancers who donned curlers, grey wigs, walkers, canes, robes, slippers and any other attire associated with the golden years of the elderly. Spinning their walkers and canes like Harlem Globetrotters, they were definitely one of the most memorable Stilldream fixtures.

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Freaks En Flique


Artists such as Duffrey, Ott, Telekinetic Walrus, Big Wild, Pega5u5, Mindex, Vibesquad, the Widdler and Bogtrotter especially caught my ear, not to mention the several other mind-melting acts that I wandered in and out of in a Swisher haze whose names I cannot recall at this time. There were some early morning acts such as Mumukshu that I did not have the wherewithal to catch but know, even without being there, that he played a cosmic set, as per usual. DubColing, who was there set-building, played a surprise set after being asked by Muppet Punk if he could fill in after having his equipment stolen from his tent. Though a very disappointing circumstance, DubColing played a noteworthy set and kept the dancefloor sticky without missing a beat.

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The live artists on display showcased some of the most diverse styles I've seen at a festival in quite some time. While transformational festivals are known for curating some of the most innovative and talented artists in the world, to the untrained eye, they all begin to blur together into a hallucinogenic haze, especially after attending multiple festivals in a row. Not that there is anything wrong with these artists or their methods, quite to the contrary, but it is a breath of fresh air to see different manifestations of art that veer slightly from the psychedelic visionary style which I have grown so accustomed to seeing at these events. It was exciting to look upon the art of abstract psychedelic artists such as Jeremiah Allen Welch painting under the same trees as the beautifully composed portrait painted by David Selkirk.

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Intimately populated, sonically euphoric, and divinely located, Stilldream Festival aced the formula for a successful festival. It was small enough to minimize the journey between stages and camp allowing festival goers to see more as well as facilitating that sweet feeling of community. The lineup was so stacked with the musical wizards of the underground that there was no shortage of sumptuous sounds to be discovered as they bled out of Funktion One speakers. However, it was the stunning location of Belden Town on the gleaming Feather River that truly made Stilldream sing.

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The scenery was so picturesque that a couple, the groom being the longest standing member of the original Stilldream crew, decided to have their wedding there, right in front of the main stage beneath the trees. People began to gather, diverting their paths to witness this union. As the ceremony concluded and they walked up the aisle together as newlyweds to "All You Need is Love," attendees came together with glistening, teary marble-eyes, celebrating not as strangers but as family.

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