Cool Stuff You Can See RIGHT NOW at the Cultural Center

(If you are in Chicago.)
1) The China exhibit is hit and miss: it’s (as far as I can tell) just a completely random assortment of work by current/contemporary Chinese artists in many mediums and, to me at least, non-themed shows tend to have both a) a dizzying feel and b) a very large differential between the good art and the bad art and some of the bad art is baaad. That said, there were two artists with really cool stuff you want to see in person.

Photographer Liu Bolin blew our minds. Check these out, several of which were in the show. And look at this one, which sadly was not in the show. WOW!!! Spellbinding in person, I just wanted to walk back and forth between his pictures over and over and over.

I also really liked the three oil paintings by Xiong Yu. While the figures in the paintings seem very modern, almost robotic, with a touch of ninja, the situations seem almost medieval (chivalric figures on horseback; falconry; very knight- or soldier-like). He had three paintings there, one huge, and they were just beautiful. This is one of the three we saw. And this, which I LOVELOVELOVE!!! We did not see this one although I also love it!

2) Photography exhibit: Articles of Faith by Dave Jordano. Color photographs of small African-American churches on the southside of Chicago. Some located in old storefronts; some in basements (perhaps. so it looked). Really interesting photographs. You could lose a few hours just savoring the details. (You can see me admiring the photos here.)

3) Photography exhibit: Hands by Norman Sagansky. Candid shots. Hands in respose, hands in action, hands unknowingly observed. Old hands, young hands, fragile hands, strong hands. A lot of neat interactions.

4) We also saw another photography exhibit: Look at Me by Jed Fielding, pictures of blind children in Mexico City. I thought some of the work was impressively done photographically (strong B&Ws). But these kind of photographs presented without any text or statement of intent raise a LOT of obvious questions to the viewer about exploitation and consent, to just skim off the top.
The exhibit handout says the following [bold added by me]:

“In photographing the anomalous or disadvantaged, the relationship between subject and photographer has lately become a lively issue, especially in the work of Diane Arbus or even Sebastiao Salgado. In Fielding’s work, though, the tender beauty achieved here dissolves any such questions.”

I disagree with “lately”, first. Arbus died in 1971. While her photographs are still (obviously) widely circulated and discussed, I’m pretty sure the discomfort viewers may (or may not) have with the objectification (or not) of her subjects was happening when they were first exhibited 30-odd years ago. In her case, I actually don’t wonder as much whether the subjects were complicit in or “OK with” the fact that she was photographing them as much for their “abnormalities” as for anything else. However, in Fielding’s pictures, the children are blind. Some of whom, it appears, likely since birth. Do they even really understand what a photograph is? How can they truly agree to be a part of something they’re literally unable to interact with? And, obviously the fact that I am asking those questions must lead you to realize that my second objection is with the statement that [I sarcastically paraphrase here] “his pictures are so pretty, you don’t even wonder if the kids are OK with them!” I wondered, L wondered, and every other person that wandered through the gallery while we were there wondered.

I’m not arguing whether or not they’re exploitative. I’m arguing that you DO (and WILL) ponder that as you look at them. And if you don’t? Check your pulse, dude, not sure you’re human.

5) And hey if you’re not there for the exhibit, you can just go to check out the awesome architure of the building. Hello dome window (s). Such a cool place. (They often hold weddings and/or wedding receptions here.) It’s definitely becoming a regular spot on the Duff Does Chicago Culture itinerary.

DadReaction: UP!

Well, we have another summer where the most realistic humans are in CARTOONS!!! They do an intro montage on the life of this old couple and your jaw drops at the sheer sadness of time, time passing, frailty, as the kick off to this fantasy!!!

ALSO: The fantasy/adventure really rocks. Could NOT take kids to the flick. Much scarier than Drag Me To Hell. NO EXAGGERATION. 🙂

[bold = mine. he cracks me up.]

À la Super Eggplant, currently, I am…

Eating: At Lula, tonight. I’m excited; I’ve never been!

Making: A bullshit annoying stupid summer shirt thingamabop. How do I always forget how much sewing clothes FUCKING SUCKS. I need to stick to quilts.

Reading: “Dark Places”, by Gillian Flynn. I LOVED (her earlier/first novel) Sharp Objects, but this book is much more….conventional? Sort of? Its main mystery is more conventional and it doesn’t have as interesting or as strong of imagery as SO. But after picking it back up this week, I really haven’t been able to put it down.

Watching: Reruns of NCIS. or CSI. whichever’s on. And I’m going to a screening of MOON on Monday: can’t wait!!

Listening to: New albums from Eminem, Green Day, Telekinesis!, Gomez, Phoenix, and shitloads of random singles, especially the Glee cast cover of “Don’t Stop Believin’ “, Iron & Wine doing New Order’s “Love Vigilantes” and random old, nasty nasty songs like “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry.

Failing at: Staying upbeat. Being patient. Imagine the shitstorm when the lack of those collides. My brain is a bad place to be!

Mystery/Fantasy: The Sookie Stackhouse books (all of ’em so far), by Charlaine Harris

So, scattered throughout April and May, a few here, a few there, I have made my way through all the Sookie Stackhouse books published so far (the basis behind HBO’s True Blood series).

1. Dead Until Dark
2. Living Dead in Dallas
3. Club Dead
4. Dead as a Doornail
5. Definitely Dead
6. All Together Dead
7. From Dead to Worse

8. Dead and Gone (read on my iPhone/Kindle app! instead of having to buy hardcover, yay!)
They are certainly entertaining although sometimes quite predictable. Harris puts her own twist on the vampire genre by outing vampires to the real world thanks to the Japanese development of a synthetic blood drink almost as good as the real thing.

I like Sookie, although I think sometimes she is painted more vapid than others, depending on the needs of that storyline. It cracks me up that OF COURSE she begins the series as a virgin (every vampire story needs a virgin) but (again OF COURSE) soon finds sex the Best. Thing. Ever (you KNOW how good vampires are at sex. come on!). I love that while finding her a new person to sleep with in quite a few of the books, Harris continues to really underline Sookie’s naive, good-girl status.

I like the mysteries, I haven’t found them as obvious as I feared, and there are some supporting characters I really enjoy. But at their best, these are “entertaining”. And I need them to be a LOT longer.

There’s a lot of discussion (in the 365 knitter/crafter world anyway!) as to whether they’re better written than the Meyer books. I’d have to say they’re differently written / not necessarily better or worse. In terms of actual well-writtenness, I’d recommend the Cassandra Clare books over either of these sets, really.*

But it IS nice to read the Sookie books which are all clearly, despite Sookie’s protected innocent status, very much more adult comedies. Sometimes the teenybopper books can get toooo angsty. Sookie rarely keeps angst hanging around very long.

ETA: And Sookie, unlike Bella, is quite capable of taking care of herself. She is an unexpectedly self sufficient heroine, for someone so often pictured as naive in the ways of the world.

*But if you’re looking for actual very well-written adult fantasy books, then you need to be reading Patricia Briggs. They are less vampire-focused but they’re really “tight”. The Mercedes books are modern-day but if you want “fantasy medieval feelin’ worlds”, she writes those too.

Mystery: The Three Evangelists, by Fred Vargas

Bought in Dublin, although Vargas is a French writer. Sil said her stuff can be hard to find.
This was almost a philosophical mystery. For a LOT of this book, very little is taking place but people are thinking and talking and wondering and hypothesizing. The characters are a real collection of oddballs, thrown together nearly by chance.

Quite enjoyable and quirky.

Mystery: Tell No One, by Harlan Coben

I think this was loaned to me by Mariko. Or did I buy this? Can’t remember.

A stand-alone mystery (not part of his Myron Bolitar series. You may remember I’ve sort of lost my patience with those.) I liked some of this, found some of it frustrating, and thought the plot ultimately suffered from too many twists of the very same moment. It was OK. Eggplant, do you want this book back?