Writer Erin O'Brien comments on all things human.
On Saturday mornings during the early 60's, my Mom forcibly dragged us into the Falcon and deposited us at the Art Museum before grocery shopping, whereupon docents would lead the motley rabble of CLE kids through the galleries. After a very short talk on what we were lookin' at, crayons and manila paper were distributed and we dutifully rendered away. Next to the Armour Court, of course, the best stuff to draw was the seemingly endless collection of Eastern, Egyptian, Indian and Southeast Asian Art, crammed at the time in dark labrynthian cave-like rooms. Keep in mind that the major movie franchise for us kids at that time was "The Mummy", "Curse of the Mummy's Tomb", etc., and we had all just been on school field trips to see King Tut.Nice to see these collections get into the daylight, where they belong. Outstanding renovation throughout.
Aw Phil, I literally misted up walking through the new West Wing of the CMA. All that wonderful Asian art has been lifted from the cave-like rooms of which you speak. Now it is properly displayed and make no mistake, it will fill you with breathy sighs.
Haven't been since the total completion, but was there last year in a sunny gallery space crammed with purple balloons. Good selfies.
Reckon anyone ever contemplated sticking one of those heads on a headless torso?RJ
Phil: I know of what you speak.RJ, You clearly need some northern exposure.
Are you suggesting only folks below the Mason/Dixon line would think about putting the statue pieces together? Yankee Dog! I bet philbilly could weld one on those heads on.RJ
3M structural adhesive, infrared heating of stone to surface temp150F verified with laser pyrometer, secure in prefabricated 1/2" steel tube joining fixture, attach, go away and drink Red Hook Long Hammer IPA, sleep, shower, return in morning, disassemble fixture.Actually, not far from this museum are aluminum sculptures I fabricated for an artist back in the 90's. They still look nice because I used Sherwin-Williams Industrial Enamel on the painted parts. But what I remember most was during the 40-day thrash to get them built, I stopped at a certain Middle Eastern bakery and grabbed a kafta pie as I rushed to buy more buffing compound for polishing the bare parts. Almost as soon as I snarfed that kafta, I knew something was wrong. By midnight, I had to go home, felt like my blood was drained. By 2am, full on barf-A-lonus of the blowholes. By 7am, back at the weld shop: weld, lift helmet, hurl in bucket, lower helmet, weld, repeat. Got her done.I just returned to that bakery about two weeks ago, on my way to the West Side Market for Dohar's garlic sausage. For 18 years, my stomach would flip a little as I drove by, finally figured it was safe, place was lousy with cops to boot. So far, so good.
Well, that rocked my face off.
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