Tulipmania!

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I’ve got a really bad case of tulipmania.  I can understand exactly how those Dutch got carried away with this gorgeous commodity.

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It is so bad that I had to return to the Pike Place Market today just to see them again.

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I think you can see what I mean.  This photo is moody and dark, like a Rembrandt painting.

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These blossoms attract me like a bee to honey.  I must have some bees in my family tree.  These bi-colored parrot tulips are my favorite.  I love yellow and red together.

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Well, actually these are my favorites.  They are called “peony tulips”.  You can see where they get their name, right?  Google “peony” if you don’t.

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Well, I was wrong before, because these are my favorites.  They look fringed, like fancy fabric with black button centers.  And I adore pinky-orange with honey-gold.  It is almost incomprehensible that this is plant material, not woven textile.

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A group shot.

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A close-up.

I think Georgia O’Keefe might have liked this group.

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I love the way these tulips look, grouped by color family.  I like these so much better than the “arrangements” the florists put together at the Market and in a lot of other places.

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These flowers and their display in all the booths at the Market are almost achingly beautiful.

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Beige and red.  It was this so-called “broken” pattern that made the Dutch go nuts in the 17th century. Its kinda like how connoisseurs of “koi” fish cherish certain broken patterns.  I can’t help it, this is how my mind works.

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Love these white, with their specks of green on the outer white petals.

 

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Gorgeous.  This photo alone would make most flower shops around the world swoon.

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Simplicity.

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Here are those peony clusters again. Much fussier, but I love ’em.

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And then the parrots again.

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I have got to stop.  I am feeling dizzy.

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Well, one more.  They are white, pristine.  A palette cleanser. Exquisite.

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Back into the warmth.

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Like a fan of the warm family of paint colors.

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Stop.  It is starting to hurt.

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Stop!

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I have to stop now. I can’t take any more.

I think you CAN overdose on beauty.

Yesterday in Seattle it was intermittently sunny and cloudy.  It was cool and breezy and a great day for brunch at the Pike Place Market.  A croque monsieur and a kir royale were perfect at “Compagne”, a really nice French-style bistro on Post Alley.

After that, a stroll through the market to have a look at the glorious tulips for sale.

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Tulips in abundance!

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Tulips in all colors and blends, as well as many shapes.  Parrot tulips, lipstick tulips, peony tulips.  They were all here.

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An altar of color and pattern.

Have a great new week everybody!

Tulips @ Pike Place Market

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Have you seen this charming film? If not, you must!  It is perfectly delightful.

Japanese Film: The Hula Girls

Hula Girls was released in Japan in 2006 and, the following year, swept five major awards from the Japan Academy.  That alone might convince you that it is worth seeing.

Then, when you hear that the heart-warming story is based on a real life group of miner’s daughters in a real Japanese village, who reluctantly turn to dancing the hula in an effort to save their small community:  maybe that will make you want to see it.

But, whatever inspires you, see it!

I loved it.

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And then there is By Blood, written by Ellen Ullman.  I juust finished reading this masterpiece, which was a New York Times Notable Book last year.

You know how sometimes you get lucky and find a book that you can’t stop reading?  Well, for me, this book was all that.  I read it in under a day because I could not put it down. I tried to do other things yesterday, honest I did.  But when I walked away from this book, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  I read a lot, and this rarely happens.

By Blood is a must read for anyone interested in current fiction and great story-telling.  It is written with a fresh, new style that keeps the narrative flowing.  You will be amazed.  I promise.

And, finally, my MOOC.

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The Ancient Greeks
by Andrew Szegedy-Maszak

You know about these Massive Open Online Courses (MOOC), I presume?  If not, you need to find out about them pronto.  For anyone who loves learning, this is an amazing new resource, a cutting-edge approach to education for the 21st century.  And, it is free.  I am currently enrolled in a history course entitled The Ancient Greeks taught by Andrew Szegedy-Maszak of Wesleyan University.

As a learning or teaching format, this system has some kinks.  For example, if you watch the course videos, and don’t already know a lot about Greek history and name and place spellings, you are going to feel overwhelmed and need to stop the video a bunch of times to look up the spellings.  A word to the planners:  this is not a good thing.  A lot of “students” are going to get frustrated and stop “attending” your lectures.  I also think the “tests” are not currently stressing the most important concepts in learning.  But, again, I want to emphasize that the format is new and being revised, so still try out a course or two.

However, I persevered and overall have been happy that I did. What great access to good professors and new materials in an approachable format.  It is a boon for learners from around the world.  In the online forums, I found myself chatting about the course with people from Hong Kong, South America, all over Europe.

So, try it, I think you’ll like it.

Three more beauties, a movie, a novel and a MOOC.

“Chado” or, the “Way of Tea”; Japanese Garden, Seattle

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A demonstration of “Chado” took place Saturday at the Seattle Japanese Garden tea house. There are many components to what sounds so casual, drinking tea.  Nothing about Chado, however, is casual.  Here you can see the interior of the tea hut, with the electric brazier topped by a kettle of water on the left, and the tokonama, or recessed alcove, on the back wall.  Notice that the tokonama measures 2/3 of the interior wall.  The tatami mats each measure 3′ x 6′.

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First, the two guests entered the 6-tatami matted room.  They remove their shoes at the entry, carefully walk in and up to the brazier, kneel and observe the brazier, then make their way to their tea-drinking location.

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After the guests are seated, as above, the inner door, shoji, slides open and the host(ess) enters the room and walks slowly and precisely to her position kneeling in front of the brazier, after she first made several trips into and out of the room, to carry in all of the tea implements, one by one.  In the photo above, you see the hostess is walking to her position in front of the brazier.

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In this photo, you can see the various implements, beginning on the right side, in the front row.  The largest, brown container is ceramic and contains the fresh water the host has just brought in.  Next you see the bamboo tea whisk.  Just behind that is the lidded tea container, which holds the matcha (green tea powder), with the bamboo scoop resting on top.  To the left of that is the ceramic tea bowl in which she will add hot water from the kettle on the electric brazier, as well as the powdered green tea and some cool, fresh water. Here she has just dipped the scoop into the hot water and is about to add it to the bowl.

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Above you see the hostess whisking the tea in the water in the tea bowl.  She prepares one bowl of this “thin” tea (there is a separate ritual which prepares “thick tea”, which is about the consistency of a roux) to be served to her first guest.  She speaks to her first guest, they bow to one another, the guest moves forward (while kneeling), takes the tea bowl, scoots back while kneeling and not disturbing her kimono (which I gather takes a lot of practice.  As you may know, kimonos don’t have buttons!).  Back in her original place, she takes her tea bowl in her hands, balances the bowl in her left palm and gives the bowl two distinct turns clockwise, so that the front of the tea bowl is now facing her.

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Before drinking the tea, the guest has eaten a small sweet, which you see on the round plate in the photo above.  The sweet prepares the palette for the bitter green tea which she will soon drink.

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After guest one has drunk her tea, and then examined her tea bowl, the host prepares a second bowl of tea for the second guest, who has likewise eaten a sweet.

Please note the placement of the closed fans right behind the feet of both guests.  They have lain these fans in these positions when they first took their places.  The fans then serve as a kind of place card.

After guest two (or more, if there are other guests) has drunk her tea, examined her tea bowl, and done her bowing to the host, the three people might discuss the scroll and floral vase that the host has selected for the tokonama.  They would never talk about politics, what books they are reading, or what they saw on tv last night.

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Above, the host is cleaning up her utensils and then she will stand and carry them, one by one, to the outer room behind the sliding shoji.

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Here she goes, carrying out the equipment.

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The host has disappeared behind the shoji, the guests have departed after slipping on their shoes, and the room appears again as it appeared before the ritual began.

Sayonara!

With Boston still on all of our minds, I’m turning today to sculpture in my blog series on American artists.

On another day I will post pictures of some of August Saint-Gaudens‘ other gorgeous works, but today I am focusing on this magnificent monumental work in the Boston Public GardenThe Robert Gould Shaw Memorial, scultpure designed by Augustus Saint-Gaudens and framing designed by Stanford White, was built on Beacon Street Boston in 1897 in memory and honor of Shaw and his soldiers.

Robert Gould Shaw (1837 – 1863) was an American officer in the Union Army during the American Civil War. As Colonel, he commanded the all-black 54th Massachusetts Infantry Regiment, which entered the war in 1863.

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Shaw was dubious about a free black unit succeeding in the war, but he agreed to lead them.  His men’s dedication deeply impressed him and, upon learning that the black soldiers received less pay than the white ones, his unit boycotted until this wrong was righted. The enlisted men of the 54th Massachusetts Infantry refused pay until Congress granted the black soldiers the same full back pay at the white pay rate in August 1864.

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Here is a bust Saint-Gaudens created as a study for his Shaw monument. Below are some details of the relief.

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With all good wishes sent to all Bostonians today.

American Art: Augustus Saint-Gaudens

Like many others from around the world, I have no words to talk about yesterday’s unspeakable horror in Boston. In the hope of finding some solace from this grief, I find myself thinking of some beautiful memories I have of the Public Garden in Boston.

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Many years ago, I had the pleasure of living in Boston for three years.  Through my work as a curator at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, and in particular because of an article I was researching a monument in Mount Auburn cemetery by sculptor Thomas Crawford in Cambridge, I came to know a very distinct landscape architect, who had helped save the Public Garden when it was almost lost.  This fascinating person introduced me not only to her work in rescuing the fine Boston Public Garden, but to the field of horticulture in general. Polly Wakefield and I became friends as we studied her illustrious family’s history and in particular, the marker in Cambridge to her ancestor, Amos Binney. (For my article see, L.  Dimmick, “Thomas Crawford’s Monument for Amos Binney in Mount Auburn Cemtery: A Work of Rare Merit” in the Association for Gravestone Studies journal, MARKERS IX, pages 158 – 195.)

Through our friendship, I was privileged to live on Polly’s family estate in the “farm house” in Milton.  We causally shared many summer Sunday afternoon teas on her magnificent veranda overlooking her gardens, as well as a couple of  Christmas Days in her Isaac Davenport mansion.  My cocker spaniel, Samantha, was best friends with Polly’s corgi, Sally, and we happily watched them romp through the lovely gardens that she designed on the estate too many times to remember.  If you want to read about the very impressive Mary May Binney Wakefield, more information is available here: http://www.wakefieldtrust.org/site/about-us/polly-wakefield-a-brief-story-of-her-life.html.

I am thinking of you today, Polly Wakefield. You opened my eyes to the practice of your profession and to many wonderful horticultural experiences, which eventually changed the focus of my professional life. Horticulture has become the thing that (after my child, obviously) makes my heart beat the fastest, and you inspired me to become a lifelong learner and doer.

These pictures are offered in Polly Wakefield’s memory, as well as to those who were hurt yesterday.  Let us honor the ones who died.

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How we all love the Boston Public Garden’s sculptural group entitled Make Way for Ducklings, based on the charming children’s book of the same title by Robert McCloskey.

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It is also sweet to remember E.B. White‘s affection for the Public Garden, captured in his children’s novel, The Trumpet of the Swan. I don’t know if this is a fact or just an fantasy I had, but I believe White lived in The Ritz Hotel across the street from the Garden. Maybe a reader will correct me if I am wrong?

My thoughts are with Boston today and always.

Added later:  this was good to see in the paper: http://www.bostonglobe.com/arts/theater-art/2013/04/16/museums-offer-free-admission-response-marathon-bombings/OZ3Y0QEXmbD0AqgCWq4FVM/story.html

In Memoriam: Boston Marathon, 2013

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The next painter in my blog series on “American art” is John Singer Sargent.

Wow.  What a painter.  He could handle paint and create compositions as well as any artist from any country from any time period since oil paint was developed c. 1450.

Now that’s a big statement and I know it.  I am going to illustrate his mastery  with more of his work below.

For starters, allow your eye to get lost in the facile handling of pigment with long stokes of the brush in this detail:

Keeping in mind that this work is actually just a collection of colors on a flat canvas, you start to understand his mastery.

After you have studied the detail, you want to go back to the whole composition, so here it is:

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Wouldn’t you love to talk to this woman and find out:  what time of day is it and is she ready to go out or has she just returned home?  Is she tired, is she bored, has she been jilted, has she jilted someone else?  These would just be my starting questions.

Her long, flowing hair let down around her shoulders may be a clue.  I’d assume that if she were about to go out her hair would be up.  Just a guess, though.

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For drama, you cannot top Sargent.  Check out the controlled energy in the figure of this gorgeous dancer and the intense concentration of her accompanying musicians.

So yes, he could paint exotic subject matter.  But he could also create unforgettable images of home life.  I love the title of this work, Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose, almost as much as I love the painting itself.

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This stunning portrait, which today is known as Madame X and is in the collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, created a big stir.  In the woman’s hauteur and her nonchalant exposure of bare flesh, the painting was very unorthodox.

Here’s a great photograph of Sargent in his studio with the painting.

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And, although Sargent knocks me out with his oil paintings, I doubt very much that there has ever been a watercolorist who could top his handling of this unforgiving medium.  It doesn’t hurt that his subject matter in watercolor is often street or water scenes of Venice.

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So, back to the same old question:  what is American about American art?  The answer becomes increasingly irrelevant as the physical world became much smaller–as travel and communications expanded– in the late 19th-century.  Sargent, like Cassatt and Whistler in discussed in earlier posts, was born in the United States and had many patrons here.  Other than that, he was a cosmopolitan man of the world, and painting among the best of them.

Ciao for today.

American Art: John Singer Sargent