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Calm Before the Storm: Richard Misrach at the High Museum

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I was trying to think of some calming art work, because somehow it’s only 10 am on a Wednesday and I’m stressed out.

I immediately thought back to the large-format photographs of Richard Misrach that I saw this past weekend at the High Museum of Art in Atlanta. These large vistas of sea and surf take a god’s eye point of view that renders the undulations of the waves in perfect detail. His use of clear, glossy color behind reflective glass and imposing size lets you get swallowed up in a paradisical landscape. Initially I wished I was one of those tiny figures, like the speck on the left side of this detail of Untitled #586-04, floating in clear aqua waters.

Then I realized that the god’s eye point of view created an eiree sense of being alone and watched at the same time. I sensed Paradise could be ruptured at any moment. And then I decided I was much too much stressed for this early in the morning mid-week and went to make myself a cup of tea.

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OUCH

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See how stringent our security regulations in airports have become. (Thank goodness my Iphone takes pictures, otherwise my family would never have believed me.)

In other news, Easy Virtue is a better play than movie, at least in its most recent rendition. Hitchcock made an 1928 version of Noel Coward’s play–

Excuse me, I seem to have burned the inside of my hand showing my mom how to use her nifty new teapot. If anyone is familiar with glass teapots where you put the loose-leaf tea down a well in the center, and then press a button to open the inside of the teapot up to the hot water outside, let me know.

We’re a little confused down here as to how you are supposed to keep holding the button down. (Over the palm of your hand is incorrect.)

Ravels in Review Friday: Atlanta Edition

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Well, my dreams of travel have taken me somewhere after all: home to Georgia for a long weekend. And guess what? It’s hot and humid, just the way I like it. (As opposed to cold and rainy New York).

Georgia O’Keefe’s Peach and Glass [Georgia…Peach. Get it? The humidity makes me punny]

I felt like Santa Claus comig down with my backpack full of presents yesterday. It’s my mom’s birthday Saturday, Father’s Day Sunday, and my sister’s birthday Wednesday. Most of my old friends are here somewhere, and hopefully I’ll be able to see some of them athough it looks like I have a pretty jam-packed schedule AND I want to go the High Museum of Art. But we’ll see.

As to the ravels in review, we covered our cultural bases this week. We started with poetry, ala the life of Edna St. Vincent Millay, then got a dose of theater, with the Public Theater’s production of Twelfth Night, and rounding us off we talked about art old (nude Mona Lisa old, that is) and new (with Clay Ketter’s most recent work) with a dab of the wistful travelogue I mentioned.

Happy Friday!