art weekend
friday:
mission17 gallery. friend jesse was a curator. indeed! nice pidgeons made of felt, with i think the stories of street people playing on squeeze-activated audio insides. others were cast in plastic and made into shakeable snow-pidgeons of dreams. or lost dreams.
and then cancun, oh how we've missed out! 2 blocks away, so good.
saturday:
sears/jackson space...
sunday:
symphony in dolores park. tchaikovsky's piano concerto no. 1. louder and more powerful classical music is unlikely to be heard again in a very long while. then they eventually got on to the 1812 overture which, well, still reminds me of transporting conduction experiences with one hand out the driver's side window in the middle of the night back home.
but the best part of the performance, though definitely aided by wine and beer, was the conductor - one alastair willis. it was like he was conducting with his whole body. in ways that, for example, you'd never see in masur. the swayin hips during the piano concerto were kindof seductive. part of me hopes this is a new trend - conducting through dance. but it has to be understated, or rather, it must make it seem like powerful energies are being held at bay, only letting through a glimpse of what could be.
mission17 gallery. friend jesse was a curator. indeed! nice pidgeons made of felt, with i think the stories of street people playing on squeeze-activated audio insides. others were cast in plastic and made into shakeable snow-pidgeons of dreams. or lost dreams.
and then cancun, oh how we've missed out! 2 blocks away, so good.
saturday:
sears/jackson space...
sunday:
symphony in dolores park. tchaikovsky's piano concerto no. 1. louder and more powerful classical music is unlikely to be heard again in a very long while. then they eventually got on to the 1812 overture which, well, still reminds me of transporting conduction experiences with one hand out the driver's side window in the middle of the night back home.
but the best part of the performance, though definitely aided by wine and beer, was the conductor - one alastair willis. it was like he was conducting with his whole body. in ways that, for example, you'd never see in masur. the swayin hips during the piano concerto were kindof seductive. part of me hopes this is a new trend - conducting through dance. but it has to be understated, or rather, it must make it seem like powerful energies are being held at bay, only letting through a glimpse of what could be.
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