Beuys

Went to the Busch-Reisinger Museum at the Fogg today.

I like taking advantage of the arts around here. Almost as good as all the free art in London or Houston.

I wanted to see the Lazlo Moholy-Nagy Light Sculpture Object turned on, which is a ritual performed only on Wednesdays at 1:45PM.

There was a sizeable group today, according to the curator - a tall blond Germand woman who was quite friendly.

She had pix of how it look when originally conceived, in the early part of the 20th century. It was in a box with colored lights, etc, and they darkened the room. They don't do this anymore, because the piece is too old, etc...

Anyway, it was basically like an electric eggbeater, but less fun.

I did wander upstairs to the Study Room, though.

That was cool. They have all these weird objects and works of art not on display, but you look through a catalog and they bring them out to you.

The woman, wearing protective white gloves, brought out like 15 objects/pieces I requested. Aquatints, lithographs, photopositivs/photonegativs, huge cans of olive oil, cans of honig, fascinating and funny pieces of ART called the Multiples all by Joseph Beuys.

Apparently there's gonna be a big show of his stuff in the spring. According to what the folks were saying at this Study Room, Beuys is de rigueur...

Many of his images utillize rabbit shapes. I think what appeals to me about their shape - the ones that look like Belgian hares - is that they look pert and well-behaved.

Rain rain rain. Didn't stop me from being out and about all day.

Went to practice piano/harpsichord and had another incident with the elevator man. He weirds me out a little. He was dressed up, and he looks at me and says "Now don't play anything too wild or loud. There's a recital, and they'll be able to hear it." Of course that comment made me so uptight. Jeez. You'd think I was Amanda Palmer or something...

He talks to me like a child. Hey that should relieve/ease my nervousness about aging.

Whatev. Those who hurt us give us gifts.-Paula Vogel

Note to self: 4 drinks on empty stomach = Ajda Mem Wipe

Very dangerous. I don't wanna be some Courtney Love freakshow.

I've had two female friends offer to help me with music stuff very recently. One takes care of me and picks up after me and the other will help with mailings and go with me to my radio show appearance in Providence...cause I don't wanna go alone.

Momma tells me not to do things like that.

Reading about Beuys is interesting and inspiring. There was a picture of him in the book in the Study Room at the same age as I am currently. He look young, boyish even. Comforting.

Poor lad was a divebomber in WWI. His plane crashed in Crimea. Tartars found him and saved him by wrapping him in felt and fat.

Almost makes me wanna create a short film re-enacting these events.

Anyway, looking at the timeline of his life was encouraging. For very personal reasons.

Thanks to Greg Dulli/The Twilight Singers for helping me care about rock and roll again. Oh and the new DDolls record. Some good stuff in there. Makes me feel powerful and pissed off:)

Delilah. Wow. Christ. Hits wicked close to home. For other chicks I know too.

I lived through 6.6.06, and so did you if you're reading this:)

The most evil thing that happened to me yesterday was that I saw a devil duck (a kind of rubber duck I covet) in the back of a Volvo station wagon. It was perched just inside the back window, which was very broken and wide open. It was within reach, but I felt like it was a test so I was a good girl.

Now grandpa gimme some candy!

Did some work with the glue gun and bone folder. Cynthia taught me how to work. Just do and worry about the mess later. Sometimes my tidyness slows me down.