I, like many people in Cleveland, have not patronized the Cultural Gardens along Martin Luther King Blvd. This Sunday, however, I had the opportunity to hear Opera Per Tutti at the Italian Gardens to hundreds of other Clevelanders. This is a free cultural offering, “Opera in the Italian Garden.” The roads were full of cars parked haphazardly as people walked toward the fountain entrance to hear Italian Opera. I was just as excited to listen to Opera again where I’ve listened to many performances at the Palace Theater. I’ve attended: The Magic Flute, Tosca, and Rigoletto to name a few. I can’t really explain why I love it but the performers ability to hit those high notes - gives me chills.
The entrance to the event was away from Martin Luther King Boulevard, up a hill. This was the perfect venue, high above the gardens was majestic. Chairs were set up in front of this giant fountain where you can feel the mist just as the wind floated past you. There was free wine samples - Italians and Wine is definitely one and the same. Stone fired pizza was also available for purchase. It was the perfect evening - the temperature was in the low 80’s unlike the sweltering heat we had for six days.
The performances were fantastic. The program included arias from Carmen, La Boheme, Tosca and Romeo and Juliet where the high notes where not in short supply. There were two Sopranos, two Tenors along with one Baritone, narrated by Jan Jones. The sound quality was exquisite with a new speaker technology system - you can hear every breath and note. There wasn’t a bad seat but we chose to sit towards the front in the seats provided.
Historically, in 1930 the Italian Cultural Garden hosted the San Carlo Opera sixty-eight years ago at its lower level amphitheater. Opera originated in Italy at the end of the sixteenth century. My first opera was Rigoletto where I remember thinking - how great is this. My sister and I saw many thereafter when Opera Cleveland was here. We were both hooked. They sing in Italian but the audience gets a brief translation in English high above the stage. You get used to it. The performances and orchestral music definitely stays with you.
The performance lasted over an hour and a half where audience members gleefully clapped and hung on every note. I’ve forgotten how much I enjoy the Opera. It’s one of those things; you either love it or hate it. I don’t think there is a neutral stance.
As I’ve said on many posts, there is so many free summer events going on in Northeast Ohio; it is a matter of searching these events out. Find what you are interested in and go for it.
Visit “Italian Cultural Gardens” on Facebook
Also, the Cultural Gardens will have the 66 Annual Old World Day, August 25, 2013
www.clevelandoneworldfestival.com
I just learned about this event at the Cleveland Museum of Art.
Opera Per Tutti will perform at Arts in August in Tremont’s Lincoln Park
Saturday, August 17, 2013, 7pm
www.operapertutti.org
Ohio City Stages in Ohio City
If you enjoy the Cleveland Museum of Art Solstice Party with that eclectic, funky beat then I highly recommend attending the last concert at The Ohio City Stages. This is a collaboration between The Cleveland Museum of Art and Transformer Station presented by Charter One Bank. This massive stage sits between W 29 and Clinton. My understanding is: the stage folds up; slides into a semi; parked on the side of the road; then it’s pulled out again for the next concert.
The first concert was well received because the residents followed the music. There’s no bad seat - the music resinates throughout Ohio City.
All I can say, I’ve attended every concert and each performance is different in its own right. There was an African-pop beat; Romanian gypsy brass including tubas; elegant acoustic guitars and Moroccan using unique instruments - represented the past four weeks. Some people bring chairs but you don’t necessarily need them, everyone is on their feet and dancing. That’s right.
Following the concerts, there are outdoor films - Bellwether, a project of the museum’s Contemporary Arts Society. Films that you probably won’t see anywhere else
The last concert is on July 31 featuring “Novalina” contemporary Latin music - I will not miss it.
http://www.transformerstation.org/Events/
Friday, July 26, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Whose dog was that?
Biking and giving blood just don’t mix. Whose brilliant idea was it to bike down to the American Red Cross and give blood? It sounded good at the time. Saturday is my biking day and I thought why don’t I do both. I didn’t think that after giving one pint of blood that my body would be physically ready to exert additional energy and bike. Not only did I bike downtown but I went all the way to Ohio City, West 58 to be exact.
I pedaled feeling pretty good after I ate two bags of pretzels and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Quite frankly, it was a warm and pleasant day for biking without the humidity we usually get in July. Since I try to give blood every fifty-six days, I am fully aware that I need to keep myself fully hydrated. I continually drank water as I pedaled from east to west.
Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling so good - light headed and hot. I Immediately stopped at West 29 and Franklin and laid under a tree without even taking off my helmet. I could just kick myself for not heading home. I closed my eyes and took long, controlled breaths until I was able to sit up. How stupid can I be? I laid there thinking that I did a good deed but now I feel like crap.
It’ll pass; it always does.
As any cyclist will tell you, always have snacks. I drank a yogurt smoothie and some fruit. My head feels fine and the queasiness has passed. I’m thankful that someone didn’t stop and ask if I was all right. “Yeah, I’m laying here because I didn’t have the common sense to go home.”
I didn’t want to break any records pedaling home. I took it easy - a steady, even pace. I didn’t want to get dehydrated again. Water is your best friend when you exercise and especially when you give blood. Honestly, I drink water all day long. Nothing is better than this clear, refreshing liquid. My saving grace.
About forty-five minutes from home, I found another tree at Gordon Park and laid down, helmet and all. I rather be safe than sorry. I’m in no hurry. Eyes closed. I took a long breath in through my nose and out through my nose; yoga’s ujjayi breathing. Suddenly out of the blue, a black dog appears under my tree. I heard the clinging of the dog tags. S/he didn’t bark just hovered until I reached my hand and petted her head and neck. I couldn’t believe it - a dog just appears to make sure I’m okay. Seriously!
I didn’t realize it until later that this dog sensed something and ran to my tree. I don’t own a dog nor do I know much about dogs but this dog was worried about me. I felt so appreciative that it appeared; stayed until I was alert enough to touch her. I will never forget this incident. My heart goes out to this beautiful dog. I thank you for your intuitiveness. Every thing has a purpose - dogs, elephants (my other favorite) bugs, rodents and everything else. And, we are all connected in some way too.
Pet and hug your animal today, you never know when they might offer some help.
Please donate to the American Red Cross
http://www.redcrossblood.org/
I pedaled feeling pretty good after I ate two bags of pretzels and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Quite frankly, it was a warm and pleasant day for biking without the humidity we usually get in July. Since I try to give blood every fifty-six days, I am fully aware that I need to keep myself fully hydrated. I continually drank water as I pedaled from east to west.
Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling so good - light headed and hot. I Immediately stopped at West 29 and Franklin and laid under a tree without even taking off my helmet. I could just kick myself for not heading home. I closed my eyes and took long, controlled breaths until I was able to sit up. How stupid can I be? I laid there thinking that I did a good deed but now I feel like crap.
It’ll pass; it always does.
As any cyclist will tell you, always have snacks. I drank a yogurt smoothie and some fruit. My head feels fine and the queasiness has passed. I’m thankful that someone didn’t stop and ask if I was all right. “Yeah, I’m laying here because I didn’t have the common sense to go home.”
I didn’t want to break any records pedaling home. I took it easy - a steady, even pace. I didn’t want to get dehydrated again. Water is your best friend when you exercise and especially when you give blood. Honestly, I drink water all day long. Nothing is better than this clear, refreshing liquid. My saving grace.
About forty-five minutes from home, I found another tree at Gordon Park and laid down, helmet and all. I rather be safe than sorry. I’m in no hurry. Eyes closed. I took a long breath in through my nose and out through my nose; yoga’s ujjayi breathing. Suddenly out of the blue, a black dog appears under my tree. I heard the clinging of the dog tags. S/he didn’t bark just hovered until I reached my hand and petted her head and neck. I couldn’t believe it - a dog just appears to make sure I’m okay. Seriously!
I didn’t realize it until later that this dog sensed something and ran to my tree. I don’t own a dog nor do I know much about dogs but this dog was worried about me. I felt so appreciative that it appeared; stayed until I was alert enough to touch her. I will never forget this incident. My heart goes out to this beautiful dog. I thank you for your intuitiveness. Every thing has a purpose - dogs, elephants (my other favorite) bugs, rodents and everything else. And, we are all connected in some way too.
Pet and hug your animal today, you never know when they might offer some help.
Please donate to the American Red Cross
http://www.redcrossblood.org/
Friday, July 12, 2013
Our Consumption on Cheap Fashion - Book Review
As I scanned through a garment rack at the Larchmere Festival, I was surprised to find a beautifully crafted jacket made in the U.S.A. However, the price tag was over$200.00 that most will not pay given our current economy. I, unlike many, understand how good quality garments are made; if I had the currency, I would gladly pay it to give our struggling economy a jolt. Our fashion today is inundated with cheaply made garments that many don’t pay more than $20.00 a pop. This is our new garment economy - fast fashion gone amok.
I recently finished Elizabeth Cline’s book, “Overdressed: The Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion” that opened my eyes to our addiction to cheap goods. Cheap fashion in my eyes is crap that is stockpiled in our closets and under our beds. Cline honestly describes the clothing that she bought that was never worn, clogged her closets and open spaces; it was bought only because it was on sale. She took all of her clothes out of storage and did a quick inventory of what she owned: “sixty-one tops, sixty T-shirts, thirty-four tank tops, twenty-one skirts, twenty-four dresses, twenty pairs of shoes, twenty sweaters, eighteen belts, fifteen cardigans and hooded sweatshirts, fourteen pairs of shorts, fourteen jackets, thirteen pairs of jeans, . . . I owned 354 pieces of clothing. Americans buy an average of sixty-four items of clothing a year, a little more than one piece of clothing per week.” Seriously! This is crazy, I thought when I read these statistics.
The above numbers is normal expense. I remember when I worked retail, Macy’s had sales every week. Customers expect sales; moreover, they will not pay full price. Macy’s or Cleveland’s May Company department stores had coupon sales so often that I had customers yell at me “This isn’t on sale or how can I get a coupon?” Our retail establishment has conditioned consumers to buy sale items only. This is nonnegotiable! Quite frankly, why would anyone buy an item at full price when they know it will be marked down next week. What I heard most often was, “We’ll come back next week, it will be on sale.” That’s how confident consumers are.
Cline eloquently described the fashion industry as a “copy cat” outfit where designers and/or manufacturers stake out runways and produce cheap “knock offs.” The new normal to cheap or “fast fashion.” Until I read this book, I didn’t realize there was a term for today’s fashion as “fast fashion.” Because of the quick turn around needed for new, trendy outfits that everyone must have, manufacturers are producing low quality and low grade fabrics. They pill; they fall apart where today’s consumers might wear them a few times then throw them out. No big deal, right! Our land fills are inundated with yesterday’s trends. I wish people would just think before they throw out clothes. At least, everyone should give items to Goodwill.
After reading this book, I found out that Thrift shops have protocol too. Meaning, when you shop at a thrift shop (now I am taking this route), they only keep clothing for a certain amount of time. The tags are color coded; then after a few weeks, the items are pulled from the racks and are baled. These bales are either sold to other countries such as Africa or to companies that take the items and create other uses such as rags. Whatever is not sold is ultimately thrown into landfills. I was dumbstruck. You mean the clothing that I donate for the greater good will accumulate in a landfill? Sometimes other countries such as Africa don’t want these lower grade items because now their residents are having more disposable incomes. They want new fashions like the United States.
Man made fabrics that are not sustainable and are produced using more fuel and resources. Cline’s research stated that if every man, woman, and child in China bought two pair of wool socks, there would be no more wool left in the world (Chapter 7, p. 172). I am worried how or with what materials our products will be made if resources become limited - higher prices! What other resources will be sacrificed to feed our addiction?
Lastly, Cline does give the reader a positive direction for fashion - slow fashion where designers and small boutiques are creating fashions by "repurposing" as “one-of-a-kind” pieces. They are focusing on quality not quantity where you pay a little more but your clothing will last much longer. As a benefit, your clothing will not look like everyone else. I feel there is hope that fast-fashion will become “out” and consumer will embrace items that is made in the U.S. as I described earlier.
Unlike everyone else, I will not go to Walmart to buy cheap products. Once during my lunch hour, I attempted to shop at Walmart thinking I can run in quickly. I stood in my tracks as the crowds filled the aisles. “That’s it,” I thought. It’s not worth saving a few extra dollars by wasting an entire lunch hour in the check out line.
These are the type of decisions we all must do. Look to new outlets for our consumables. Until people decide NOT to shop at these cheap stores will we force retailers to buy and manufacturers to make higher quality products similar to the local food movement. This has empowered farmers to produce and sell accessible food. Furthermore as a society, we become healthier and buying locally helps producers survive well above paycheck to paycheck. This is a win-win.
I definitely recommend this book as an educational tool by informing us about our fashion consumption. I enjoyed the rich statistical analysis on this important issue but it was a little dry where it took me longer to read than normal. I don’t want to dissuade anyone on its importance.
Elizabeth Cline, 2012, “Overdressed: The Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion,” (p. 4 & 5, 172).
Larchmere Festival
http://www.larchmere.com/
I recently finished Elizabeth Cline’s book, “Overdressed: The Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion” that opened my eyes to our addiction to cheap goods. Cheap fashion in my eyes is crap that is stockpiled in our closets and under our beds. Cline honestly describes the clothing that she bought that was never worn, clogged her closets and open spaces; it was bought only because it was on sale. She took all of her clothes out of storage and did a quick inventory of what she owned: “sixty-one tops, sixty T-shirts, thirty-four tank tops, twenty-one skirts, twenty-four dresses, twenty pairs of shoes, twenty sweaters, eighteen belts, fifteen cardigans and hooded sweatshirts, fourteen pairs of shorts, fourteen jackets, thirteen pairs of jeans, . . . I owned 354 pieces of clothing. Americans buy an average of sixty-four items of clothing a year, a little more than one piece of clothing per week.” Seriously! This is crazy, I thought when I read these statistics.
The above numbers is normal expense. I remember when I worked retail, Macy’s had sales every week. Customers expect sales; moreover, they will not pay full price. Macy’s or Cleveland’s May Company department stores had coupon sales so often that I had customers yell at me “This isn’t on sale or how can I get a coupon?” Our retail establishment has conditioned consumers to buy sale items only. This is nonnegotiable! Quite frankly, why would anyone buy an item at full price when they know it will be marked down next week. What I heard most often was, “We’ll come back next week, it will be on sale.” That’s how confident consumers are.
Cline eloquently described the fashion industry as a “copy cat” outfit where designers and/or manufacturers stake out runways and produce cheap “knock offs.” The new normal to cheap or “fast fashion.” Until I read this book, I didn’t realize there was a term for today’s fashion as “fast fashion.” Because of the quick turn around needed for new, trendy outfits that everyone must have, manufacturers are producing low quality and low grade fabrics. They pill; they fall apart where today’s consumers might wear them a few times then throw them out. No big deal, right! Our land fills are inundated with yesterday’s trends. I wish people would just think before they throw out clothes. At least, everyone should give items to Goodwill.
After reading this book, I found out that Thrift shops have protocol too. Meaning, when you shop at a thrift shop (now I am taking this route), they only keep clothing for a certain amount of time. The tags are color coded; then after a few weeks, the items are pulled from the racks and are baled. These bales are either sold to other countries such as Africa or to companies that take the items and create other uses such as rags. Whatever is not sold is ultimately thrown into landfills. I was dumbstruck. You mean the clothing that I donate for the greater good will accumulate in a landfill? Sometimes other countries such as Africa don’t want these lower grade items because now their residents are having more disposable incomes. They want new fashions like the United States.
Man made fabrics that are not sustainable and are produced using more fuel and resources. Cline’s research stated that if every man, woman, and child in China bought two pair of wool socks, there would be no more wool left in the world (Chapter 7, p. 172). I am worried how or with what materials our products will be made if resources become limited - higher prices! What other resources will be sacrificed to feed our addiction?
Lastly, Cline does give the reader a positive direction for fashion - slow fashion where designers and small boutiques are creating fashions by "repurposing" as “one-of-a-kind” pieces. They are focusing on quality not quantity where you pay a little more but your clothing will last much longer. As a benefit, your clothing will not look like everyone else. I feel there is hope that fast-fashion will become “out” and consumer will embrace items that is made in the U.S. as I described earlier.
Unlike everyone else, I will not go to Walmart to buy cheap products. Once during my lunch hour, I attempted to shop at Walmart thinking I can run in quickly. I stood in my tracks as the crowds filled the aisles. “That’s it,” I thought. It’s not worth saving a few extra dollars by wasting an entire lunch hour in the check out line.
These are the type of decisions we all must do. Look to new outlets for our consumables. Until people decide NOT to shop at these cheap stores will we force retailers to buy and manufacturers to make higher quality products similar to the local food movement. This has empowered farmers to produce and sell accessible food. Furthermore as a society, we become healthier and buying locally helps producers survive well above paycheck to paycheck. This is a win-win.
I definitely recommend this book as an educational tool by informing us about our fashion consumption. I enjoyed the rich statistical analysis on this important issue but it was a little dry where it took me longer to read than normal. I don’t want to dissuade anyone on its importance.
Elizabeth Cline, 2012, “Overdressed: The Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion,” (p. 4 & 5, 172).
Larchmere Festival
http://www.larchmere.com/
Monday, July 8, 2013
June Festivities - 2013
June was a whirlwind of activity and these are just a few activities I did on the last weekend of June.
Waterloo Arts Fest
Belly dancers, stilt walkers, crafts food and music playing at five stages and much more lined Waterloo Road this past Saturday for the Eleventh Annual Arts Festival in North Collinwood. I road my bike and maneuvered my way through the bustling activity. This is another one of my favorite summer events that is right in my backyard. Moreover, I enjoy experiencing the diverse crowds, the art displayed (Rust Belt artists), musical talent and white tent merchandise for sale. I fondly remember not too long ago walking the deserted street patronizing a vintage clothing shop (no longer there) and a coffee house; this festival has definitely come a long way.
As I mentioned, the festival had five stages that housed a variety of music. There was a stage in a sculpture garden where you can sit and relax away from the street. Last year at this location I listened to the band, The Commonwealth, where I stood not wanting to move as I listened. They’re a young band that exploded with a cool, different rhythm - a toe tapping beat where my toes keep tapping. Remembering them as I looked at the schedule, I told my friends that we need to listen to this group. I’m not sure they understood my excitement to listen to them again; they liked them as well.
As we walked through the crowd, I remembered that we didn’t see any art. My sister and I walked up a flight of steps to see the Rust Belt Artists from Cleveland to Pittsburgh. The dilapidated building housed several rooms of art; one painting that I really liked was a brightly painted orange and red canvas displaying a large hat and fashionable, tight-waisted dress. It was simply illustrated but caught my attention with the bold colors.
You can still see a glass pane with “Appointments” stenciled across the bottom, which one can visualize was a doctor’s office. The rooms were small with paneling on all the walls, as patients sat and waited. As my sister said, this old building has so much possibilities; just knock down a few walls and they can become great living spaces.
I realize that the Waterloo Arts Fest is right around my neighborhood but it has come a long way to being a well attended event.The music was fantastic especially at the Beachland Stage (Beachland Ballroom); another band that was good, “So Long Albatros,” where I stood in awe by the drummer’s performance. Food trucks, art, kids crafts, what more is there for a summer festival destination. If you haven’t attended before, it is the last Saturday in June.
The Commonwealth Band
http://thecommonwealth-music.bandcamp.com/album/emerald-city-blues
Waterloo Arts
www.waterlooarts.org
Pompeii Exhibit
After several months at the Cleveland Museum of Art, I finally attended the Pompeii Exhibit. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. The exhibit opened with Andy Warhol’s screen print of the eruption of Mount Vesuvius - one canvas in color and another in black and white. They were simple but dramatically represented the eruption. I can’t even imagine what that was like - panic and fear that you were not going to get out alive.
As my sister astutely pointed out, the theme of the exhibit was not a series of images about this tragedy but how artists interpreted this event. There were series of paintings where several artists showed how residents of Pompeii gorged themselves with food delicacies and fine clothing. Did they deserve this untimely death?
The exhibit entrance displayed a body cast in plaster (I think) that we’ve all seen before but another artist created a series of the same dog sculpture sixteen times. Interesting and eerie at the same time. The entire gallery housed the dog in a fetal position. You realize instantly the destruction of life but animals were also lost.
Mostly I gravitated towards the sculptures - a nude, young man bronze carrying a shovel with an artifact in his right hand. The artist eloquently displayed the possibility of grave robbers; however, it’s doubtful this occurred since the young man was nude. Still, it gives the viewer pause to think about this period.
I enjoyed the exhibit but my absolute favorite room was an entire room of Rothko’s. I peacefully sat and looked back and forth at Rothko’s large canvases - brushstrokes in dark colors. Blocks of colors where you wonder what was he thinking as he took brush to canvas. For me, it was time well spent thinking about artists’ interpretation of a period frozen in time and how we deal with death and destruction.
The Cleveland Museum of Art
The New North Wing Now Open - Japanese and Korean Art, plus Textiles that has not been seen in eight years. Walking along these galleries during the Solstice Party, I instantly thought, there are so many unfamiliar pieces I don’t remember. One of my favorites is the "Portrait of the Zen Master Hotto Kokushi," a weathered wooden piece where a seated monk meditates with his eyes closed with his hands turned upward in his lap.
www.clevelandart.org
The Cleveland Shakespeare Festival
The Two Gentleman of Verona was presented at Wade Oval.
http://www.universitycircle.org/locations/cleveland-shakespeare-festival
Waterloo Arts Fest
Belly dancers, stilt walkers, crafts food and music playing at five stages and much more lined Waterloo Road this past Saturday for the Eleventh Annual Arts Festival in North Collinwood. I road my bike and maneuvered my way through the bustling activity. This is another one of my favorite summer events that is right in my backyard. Moreover, I enjoy experiencing the diverse crowds, the art displayed (Rust Belt artists), musical talent and white tent merchandise for sale. I fondly remember not too long ago walking the deserted street patronizing a vintage clothing shop (no longer there) and a coffee house; this festival has definitely come a long way.
As I mentioned, the festival had five stages that housed a variety of music. There was a stage in a sculpture garden where you can sit and relax away from the street. Last year at this location I listened to the band, The Commonwealth, where I stood not wanting to move as I listened. They’re a young band that exploded with a cool, different rhythm - a toe tapping beat where my toes keep tapping. Remembering them as I looked at the schedule, I told my friends that we need to listen to this group. I’m not sure they understood my excitement to listen to them again; they liked them as well.
As we walked through the crowd, I remembered that we didn’t see any art. My sister and I walked up a flight of steps to see the Rust Belt Artists from Cleveland to Pittsburgh. The dilapidated building housed several rooms of art; one painting that I really liked was a brightly painted orange and red canvas displaying a large hat and fashionable, tight-waisted dress. It was simply illustrated but caught my attention with the bold colors.
You can still see a glass pane with “Appointments” stenciled across the bottom, which one can visualize was a doctor’s office. The rooms were small with paneling on all the walls, as patients sat and waited. As my sister said, this old building has so much possibilities; just knock down a few walls and they can become great living spaces.
I realize that the Waterloo Arts Fest is right around my neighborhood but it has come a long way to being a well attended event.The music was fantastic especially at the Beachland Stage (Beachland Ballroom); another band that was good, “So Long Albatros,” where I stood in awe by the drummer’s performance. Food trucks, art, kids crafts, what more is there for a summer festival destination. If you haven’t attended before, it is the last Saturday in June.
The Commonwealth Band
http://thecommonwealth-music.bandcamp.com/album/emerald-city-blues
Waterloo Arts
www.waterlooarts.org
Pompeii Exhibit
After several months at the Cleveland Museum of Art, I finally attended the Pompeii Exhibit. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. The exhibit opened with Andy Warhol’s screen print of the eruption of Mount Vesuvius - one canvas in color and another in black and white. They were simple but dramatically represented the eruption. I can’t even imagine what that was like - panic and fear that you were not going to get out alive.
As my sister astutely pointed out, the theme of the exhibit was not a series of images about this tragedy but how artists interpreted this event. There were series of paintings where several artists showed how residents of Pompeii gorged themselves with food delicacies and fine clothing. Did they deserve this untimely death?
The exhibit entrance displayed a body cast in plaster (I think) that we’ve all seen before but another artist created a series of the same dog sculpture sixteen times. Interesting and eerie at the same time. The entire gallery housed the dog in a fetal position. You realize instantly the destruction of life but animals were also lost.
Mostly I gravitated towards the sculptures - a nude, young man bronze carrying a shovel with an artifact in his right hand. The artist eloquently displayed the possibility of grave robbers; however, it’s doubtful this occurred since the young man was nude. Still, it gives the viewer pause to think about this period.
I enjoyed the exhibit but my absolute favorite room was an entire room of Rothko’s. I peacefully sat and looked back and forth at Rothko’s large canvases - brushstrokes in dark colors. Blocks of colors where you wonder what was he thinking as he took brush to canvas. For me, it was time well spent thinking about artists’ interpretation of a period frozen in time and how we deal with death and destruction.
The Cleveland Museum of Art
The New North Wing Now Open - Japanese and Korean Art, plus Textiles that has not been seen in eight years. Walking along these galleries during the Solstice Party, I instantly thought, there are so many unfamiliar pieces I don’t remember. One of my favorites is the "Portrait of the Zen Master Hotto Kokushi," a weathered wooden piece where a seated monk meditates with his eyes closed with his hands turned upward in his lap.
www.clevelandart.org
The Cleveland Shakespeare Festival
The Two Gentleman of Verona was presented at Wade Oval.
http://www.universitycircle.org/locations/cleveland-shakespeare-festival
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