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Bellevue-la-Montagne is a sleepy, almost deserted village perched high on a 1000-meter hillock in the northern reaches of Frances Haute-Loire. At Bellevue, looking southeast, you do get a fine view of mountains, of the Massif Central, whose flat-topped volcanoes dominate this part of the rugged Auvergne.
Art In Conversation
Joan Waltemath (Rail): We can discount everything that came before David Rabinowitch: Yes, we begin in the middle. Virgil begins in media res as Homer did.
Art historian and writer Max J. Friedlander once said: "Its easier to change your worldview than the way you hold your spoon." Many artists I know, myself included, grew accustomed to seeing all the works of art at the Museum of Modern Art in their respective places everyone had his or her own favorite painting or sculpture, installed more or less in perpetuity for the duration of William Rubins tenure until Kirk Varnedoe became Rubins successor in 1988 as the chief curator of painting and sculpture.
Generically titled Drawings 19792003, Jim Shaws mini drawing retrospective might have been called "There and Back Again." His recent body of work eschews the narrative driven pencil drawings of the 1990s for black-and-white experimentation.
Richard Pousette-Darts "Mythic Heads and Forms," abstract paintings which span the decade of the 1930s, with their elliptical organization of thick black lines that forcefully yet almost imperceptibly shift space, have an immediate impact, in the sense of both sureness and conviction.
George Plimpton, who died suddenly on the last Thursday of September at the age of 76, led by all measures a brilliant life. He was passionate, first and foremost, about literature.
I never did make it to see Johnny Cash. My wife Emily, our friend David and I had tickets for his show in Reno, the place he made mythic. It was October of 1997, and although Johnny had already started to take ill, we had no idea it would be one of his last performances.
The 12-story grain terminal in Red Hook has witnessed the rise and fall of shipping and manufacturing industries in Brooklyn, and the passing of countless waves of immigrants. It has seen just about everything, but until last summer it had never seen thirty rows of folding chairs and an usher.