As has been mentioned in this space previously, there are two Jeff Whittingtons. There is the one who produces the show Think on KERA and who hosts the call-in show Everything You Didn’t Ever Ask Glenn Mitchell. This Jeff is mild-mannered, polite. Then there is the foul-mouthed, gun-slinging Jeff that has been known to make remarks so patently crude and offensive that they’ve cleared out barrooms.
Which one will show up tonight to emcee the premiere installment of the DMA’s “State of the Arts” discussion series? Hint: his interlocutors will be Veletta Lill and Ann Williams.
David is the author of the comic we run in the “print product” called Souvenir of Dallas (illustrated by Paul Milligan). He’s got another comic that debuts today in Quick called We’ve Never Met. On his site, you’ll find a link to that comic and an explanation of what it is he’s trying to accomplish with it — some heady stuff.
Congrats, David, on your new baby. (And what you said to me earlier today in that e-mail about that panel featuring Councilwoman Angela Hunt in the Souvenir of Dallas we’re working on for January was spot on.)
It might seem like an odd way to steer a leading cultural institution. But Dallas’ Nasher Sculpture Center relied on the votes of people who attended a benefit party last night to embark on a major new undertaking. Attendees at the bash held at NorthPark Center were asked to vote for one of three “wishes” for the Nasher: A contemporary projects series featuring emerging artists, an illustrated catalog to accompany the exhibition Jaume Plensa: Genus and Species, or a monthly contemporary artist lecture series. Nasher director Jeremy Strick (pictured) says the winner by a substantial margin was … drumroll, please … the contemporary projects series. The Nasher, of course, was built by the late Raymond Nasher, who also developed NorthPark Center, whose marketing/media department cooked up the people’s-choice contest.
I’m late in getting to this. The “print product” is a demanding mistress. Plus, there was this near-death experience I had with a double espresso that I ordered caffeine free but which was not prepared that way (fun with heart arrhythmia!). In any case, yesterday the DMA hosted a number of journalists for a proper introduction to its two newest employees: Olivier Meslay, head of the departments of European and American art; and Jeffrey Grove, the Hoffman Family Senior Curator of Contemporary Art. Jump like Jack for a few details.
I’ve been friends with Hal Samples since I wrote this story about him for the Dallas Observer in 2005. I probably get more out of the friendship than he does, because I always leave a conversation with him inspired in some way. Not necessarily by what he’s doing — though that often is the case. It’s just that you can’t talk to him and not start thinking about bigger issues. Maybe it’s in his life, maybe it’s in yours, maybe it’s neither. He makes you engage like few other people I’ve come across.
And now, after two years running his eponymous gallery in Deep Ellum, he’s going back to doing that full time (through video, photo, and simply talking to people). But first, one last show: HOME?, featuring the works of Willie Baronet. It sort of brings this chapter of Hal’s life full circle. For 14 years, Baronet — who formerly ran the MasonBaronet design studio — has bought signs from homeless people, treating them like folk artists instead of ignoring them or tossing some spare change their way. HOME? collect them for the first time, and it’s a fitting last show: an artist interested in helping people who walked away from a successful business to do it. I’m not sure where Hal will turn up again, but I know it will be worth paying attention to.
The show opens tomorrow with a reception tomorrow night from 6-10 p.m. at Hal Samples Gallery, 2814 Main. Proceeds go to The Stewpot.
Just a reminder that you have until 2 today to write a haiku about Hilary Swank. Top three poems win a pair of tickets to her Brinker International Forum gig.
You may remember New York Times photographer Damon Winter’s work from his shots of President Obama during the campaign. (They did win Winter a Pulitzer after all.) I didn’t know until I read his interview with the blog Too Much Chocolate that he actually got his start at the Dallas Morning News. Worth a read — unless you’ve already checked it out, which is possible, since I’ve seen this link retweeted about 50 times today.
If you’d like to construct a 2,100-seat theater near the intersection of Custer Road and the Sam Rayburn Tollway in Allen, the Arts of Collin County Commission opened bidding on the project today.
It’s just the first phase of a grand performing arts center that Plano, Frisco, and Allen have united to build. Mike Simpson, the former mayor of Frisco and current executive director of the Arts of Collin County, met with a small group of Collin County leaders and potential arts patrons last night at Gleneagles Country Club in Plano. I was also invited.
The update that Simpson gave was very much what I explained in August. Simpson told me that the ACC commission has a fiscal responsibility to bid out construction now, while costs are as low as their likely to get. ACC leaders hope the first phase will come in under $80 million.
In their best case scenario then, they’ll bid the project and find they’re $7 million or $8 million away from being able to pay for it. They’ll have a few months once the bids are finalized to secure all the necessary funding before they can award a bid. (They’ve raised less than $10 million in four years of concentrated effort to this point). (more…)
Curious about the construction I’ve seen outside the Crow Collection of Asian art, on the corner of Flora and Harwood, I asked the museum’s director, Amy Hofland, what’s going on. Says Hofland:
It’s called Snuff Bottle Court (because of the snuff bottle installation) and will have a wisteria arbor (SHADE!); tables, chairs, wifi; an installation of Hokusai’s Great Wave in plant material on the back wall; lighting and very cool ambiance. We’re inviting Teiichi (Tei An) to come down for events (Late Nights with the DMA, Members’ Previews, etc. and on occasional lunch hours) to serve Japanese hand food and tea. Launches at the Late Night (we call it Zen in the City) on November 20.
Hofland says the space is for programmed events, but they are testing the market to see if maybe the space could work as a regular lunch spot. I say huzzah to that. I walk Flora Street every day to and from work. Now that the Arts District is (mostly) built, it’s time for the next step: street-level spaces that cater to daily life. And while I’m at it, I’m tired of looking at the back of the Belo Mansion, too. (P.S. The Crow has inspired me. My new bar is called Snuff Film Alley.)
“It’s not actually repetitive. That’s an illusion,” composer Philip Glass said in response to a question about whether playing his music on a keyboard causes his hands to suffer from repetitive stress syndrome.
Glass’ music generally leaves me cold. In fact, I find if I listen to it too intently the repetition can get maddening. But to have it played live in accompaniment to the 1931 film Dracula, as it was last night at the Winspear Opera House, was tremendous fun. Together the music and the movie (which only a generous critic would call “good”) were more than the sum of their parts. Glass explained during a post-performance Q&A that it was the film’s star, Bela Lugosi–or more precisely the tragic arc of Lugosi’s life–that drew him to want to write a new score for it.
It was my first time inside the performance hall at the Winspear, and it lived up to the hype. My wife only had one small complaint. The air vents beneath our seats were pumping cold air out with such enthusiasm that her legs felt like icicles by the end of the show. She was looking to let the management know afterward, and I had to argue with her to convince her not to force some poor usher to touch her cold ankles.
The Dallas Opera opened its season last night, with a performance of Verdi’s Otello at the new Winspear Opera House. Willard Spiegelman was there, and sends along this report:
If you’re not lucky enough to go to Otello tonight at the Winspear, you might want to tune in to Channel 8 at 6:30. The station is airing a half-hour special on the PAC. To wit:
WFAA takes viewers on a guided tour of all parts of this impressive complex in a half-hour special hosted by the station’s performing arts reporter, Gary Cogill. It’s a rare backstage and behind-the-scenes tour of the inner workings of the Winspear Opera House, Wyly Theater [sic] and the arts complex that critics all over the world are raving about.
An alert FBvian points us to this photo gallery of the AT&T Performing Arts Center on Time’s site. (Side note: I’m a pretty fast typer. But it kills me to type “AT&T Performing Arts Center.” See? Right there. I just died. My ghost is now typing this post. So from now on, this thing will be called the PAC on this blog. It has been decreed.)
This Sunday, a flash mob art happening will produce the image you see here. That’s the plan, anyway. It’s a caper planned by the Professional Artist Coalition to show support for healthcare reform. Jump for more details.
The headline works better when you know that this commission for Brad Oldham involves bronzing sheets of music. A score. Get it? Okay, right. If you have to explain the joke, then –
Here’s the deal: Brad Oldham, one half of the duo that brought us Traveling Man, is now working on a piece for longtime DSO donor and subscriber Faye Briggs. Briggs was at the DSO today to go through its library and chose a score that will act as the DNA of a 7-foot sculpture, an artist’s rendering of which you see here.
(Full disclosure: the only reason I’m posting this is so that the next time I play basketball with Brad, he’ll go easy on me. Oh, and I figure the more famous he gets, the more my wife’s engagement ring will be worth.)
Because the Arts District is our new neighborhood, I strolled on over to the Crow Collection of Asian Art to take in a little lunchtime culture. The museum has a group of Tibetan Buddhist monks from the Drepung Loseling Monastery constructing a mandala throughout this week. Those are millions of grains of sand that the monks are using to construct “the green Tara,” which, one of the monks explained to the 40 or so people gathered for a free noontime talk, is a “deity for accomplishment.”
Through meditation the monks cultivate an energy that they manifest into physical form through the sand, and “that energy has the potential to uproot all sufferings.” He left us with the impression that just viewing the mandala can make a person feel better.
Not sure why this is just getting reported now, but Robert Murdock, curator of contemporary and 20th-century art at the Dallas Museum of Art in the 1970s, died October 1 in New York, of complications from cancer. With all the justified hullabaloo surrounding this week’s opening of the AT&T Performing Arts Center, it’s worth taking a moment to remember one of the people who helped solidify the Arts District’s place here.
On Sunday, seven Tibetan monks from the Drepung Loseling Monastery in Atlanta began a mandala to celebrate new beginnings, in this case the opening of the AT&T Performing Arts Center this week. My one IPhone photo does no justice to the ceremony (the nice pictures sent by the Crow Collection people were too big for the blog, or so WordPress tells me).
The intricate work on the mandala will continue all week on the second flow of the Crow Collection. On Friday, there will be a prayer flag presentation ceremony at 6 pm, with viewing until midnight. On Saturday, the monks will conduct a shamala meditation sitting from 1 to 2 pm. On Sunday, the monks will conduct a closing ceremony in which the mandala is dismantled, reminding us of the impermanence of all things.
The former owner of RoadAgent and current curator of Fort Worth Contemporary Arts (and former D Magazine associate editor) presses the case that local media, including yours truly, should do more to cover the arts less promotionally and more critically. Peter Simek at RenegadeBus seconds that motion and ups the ante (”D Magazine reeks of it,” says he, referring to a “quippy little piece that passed as arts criticism in FDLuxe“).
I am, of course, grateful for any advice I can get on how to run a media operation. As it happens, I agree with Christina. (As for Peter, I have no idea what he is talking about, except for affecting a general snobbishness toward the Great Unwashed — which I suppose includes the writers, editors, and readers of D Magazine — which role I thought Jeremy Weeks already performs admirably.)
The problem they don’t address, and I am trying to address as I think this problem through, is how to pay critics to do the work we would all like to see them do. Advertisers aren’t interested in it; hence, the demise of art criticism in newpapers. Foundations are besieged by arts organizations for direct support; arts criticism doesn’t even make the list. So the quandry, which I am working on, is how to make Christina’s vision a reality. Meanwhile, I hope she keeps pressing the issue. Nothing good happens without a nag.
In the current episode of the “print product,” there appear two stories about an experiment we ran to determine whether the forthcoming Museum Tower might possibly interfere with the Nasher Sculpture Center’s wonderful installation Tending, (Blue). You can read Willard Spiegelman’s sober, insightful account of our caper here. Me, I just write jokes. Anyway, I’d forgotten till now that I’d taken this picture. In the final scene of my story, when the DSO’s PR director, Stacie Adams, catches me standing in their backyard, here’s what I was doing:
What? I haven’t yet mentioned that My Fair Lady works for the AT&T Performing Arts Center? On a contract basis? Well, yes, it’s true. She does. And last night I saw something related to said gig in our closet that made me shudder. She’d been talking for weeks about having to attend all the opening-week festivities and how this attendance would require many new dresses and perhaps even handbags and so forth. My advice to her: spend your money on one kickass dress, and then wear that sucker every night. Own the look. You know?
She wasn’t having any of it. And, thus, apparently, she went out and had it. Because our closet is now populated by no fewer than — what? — five new dresses. It’s hard to say. They are hanging. I did not wish to disturb them. Perhaps their price tags would become visible, and I would vomit. I store my shoes in our closet, and I didn’t want to vomit in my shoes.
Point is, if your lady is similarly engaged, I want to say that I feel for you, brother. It’s like that at my house, too. Only one way to handle it: either it’s time to buy a retaliatory tux (name of my new band), or you lose some weight to where you can fit into one of those dresses. Good luck.
1. I was feeling a bit like Yossarian (”They’re trying to kill me.”) when I saw the news about attempted bombings both here in Dallas and in the city of my birth. I’m grateful that the FBI actively seeks to head off would-be terrorists. But what struck me most in reading about both incidents is that these guys are probably like a lot of self-proclaimed jihadists: they’re just a couple of dumb kids.
2. Maybe I should have made the first item the third. It’s hard to segue into talking about the State Fair of Texas opening today. Except — well, what better way to celebrate the continuing triumph of American freedom over the forces of darkness than by shoveling corny dogs and fried butter down our gullets?
3. For those who plan to avoid the Fair’s opening weekend, Fort Worth is offering some counterprogramming Saturday with its Day in the District. Seven attractions are free. Including the Kimbell Art Museum, which will be unveiling its newest acquisition, “The Torment of Saint Anthony.” That doesn’t get you excited? What if I told you it’s a painting by Michelangelo, the only one to hang in the Western Hemisphere? A little more interested? Oh, who am I kidding? See you at the Fair.
Here’s the deal: the AT&T Performing Arts Center needs bodies — lots of them. For the opening week, they need 300 people. For the inaugural season of performances, they need 1,000 more. What’s in it for you? A free shirt. Oh, and you get to see the performance for which you volunteer, which means you might get to make out with Bruce Willis. Jump for the details.
Speaking of Jerome Weeks, a finger-gun-shooting FBvian points us to this post in which Weeks wonders whether THE Magazine is long for this world. Seems the mag that covers galleries and the like hasn’t paid its freelancers in some time, which is never a good sign.
Tip o’ the hat to Jerome Weeks for his (largely complimentary) breakdown of our October issue over on KERA’s Art&Seek blog.