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NYMysteries Aug. 19 – Aug. 25

It’s been one of those weeks where I am grateful I don’t own a house: a bookcase’s shelves collapsed, the Verizon landline was once again not working, and the toilet …I’ll leave it to your imagination. 

We Judsonites are decking the halls of MOMA. There’s The Maria Irene Fornes documentary, The Rest I Made Up. This morning I received the MOMA member calendar for Sept. and Oct. On page 6 there’s an article about the Judson Dance Theater plus photos of Trisha Brown and Anna Halprin.  Judson Dance Theater: The Work Is Never Done has member previews Sept. 13-15. 

Do you think the Guggenheim is lively, fun, glamorous? I do.  A friend Giacometti at the Guggenheimand I went to the Giacometti exhibit. The museum was teeming on Sunday afternoon. Like the Pantheon, the Guggenheim has an oculus. It’s great fun to watch visitors snapping the oval ceiling before starting to walk up the ramp or hop into a tiny elevator. The exhibit was beautifully displayed. Has an other artist concentrated on skinny sculpted figures like Giacometti? 

I signed up for Joyce DiDonato masterclasses. My friend suggested we go to the first and last masterclass to see the progression of DiDonato’s students. 

Joyce DiDonato

 

 

 

Crime and Punishment is at IMF. It tells the brave and true story of how minorities are treated in the NYPD.

Graphic Lessons: NYPD Detective Steve Kulchek is assigned a murder case at the  prestigious Windsor School. What’s bugging him? His partner being stabbed while Kulchek was buying cigarettes? Escaping an attempted car bombing?  His hated boss, Captain Dick Holbrook, being a trustee of the Windsor School?  Losing his girlfriend to Holbrook? 

Graphic Lessons: What do a teacher, a nine-year-old and an eighteen year old have in common? Murder. Millie Fitzgerald applies for a private school teaching job, faints on a  dying man in the school kitchen, deals with a troubled nine-year-old, the only witness to the stabbing and with the eighteen-year-old niece of the murdered man..

: Nine-year-old Dana is the only witness who overhears a person fighting with George Lopez, the soon to be stabbed Windsor School kitchen worker. Who can she tell? Her mother who never listens or accuses her of lying? Her father who’s started a new family in Singapore? She tells Millie. 

New York City Blog — Sept. 5 – Sept. 11

I like to walk up the Guggenheim’s spiral rotunda, turn around and walk down. The current Moholy-Nagy: Future Present exhibit is a stunner. Moholy-Nagy was born in Hungary at the end of the nineteenth century. He embraced the new technical developments of his times. Aluminum and plexiglass shimmer in his later, American works. Moholy-Nagy sculpted, painted and experimented with photography and film. The Guggenheim is a perfect venue for his work. The sky was the limit for him. Half way up or down the ramp is a charming key hole shaped door. It’s the entrance to a small, beautiful library with Frank Lloyd Wright like chairs and free standing book stands, a cozy nook packed with books and tech equipment about Moholy-Nagy.

Moholy- M aluminum art exhibited at the Guggenheim
Moholy- Nagy aluminum art exhibited at the Guggenheim
Moholy-Nagy at the Guggenheim
Moholy-Nagy at the Guggenheim

 

 

 

 

 

 
On Thursday I ventured to Morristown, N. J. to attend a Johnny Mathis concert. Isn’t he dead? several friends asked. Not at all. At eighty, the elegant, gentlemanly Mathis is still belting out Henry Mancini’s standards: “Moon River”, “The Days of Wine and Roses”, but the songs I savor are “Wonderful, Wonderful”, “It’s not for Me to Say” and “99 Miles to L. A.”. One of our party mentioned that Mathis had received operatic training. It certainly shows. And another thing. Mr. Mathis practices the old fashioned virtue of punctuality. The concert was scheduled to begin at 8 p.m. Guess what – It did.

City Center is like a beehive. Entrance to the main site is on 55th Street but studios associated with the theatre are found within a two block radius. Mac Twining was performancing in Walkaround Time by Merce Cunningham. The Cunningham Foundation studio is on 56th Street. You take the ornate elevator to the fifth floor, enter a vast and empty studio and are engulfed by the NYC thrill of the new and the young venerating the old and venerable. In NYC terms, 1968, the year Cunningham created Walkaround Time is venerable. It was a delightful three quarters of an hour.