Recalling things before and after Tierra Santa....
Like any profound shock can hinder or eliminate one's ability to remember events, places, names etc...so I had forgotten my experiences shortly before, and nearly ignored my experiences shortly after my visit the unbelievable Tierra Santa.
Thursday I met up with Mike, Amelia and Tristan (Mike's new art liason here in Bs.As. - great guy, knows everyone in the art scene and totally hooked Mike up with info, studio visits etc) at Rosa Chancho - a new place where they do just installation pieces.
The people here at pretty much Argentine versions of the people at the Project: shows - ahhhhh, we are so different, yet so alike, n'est-ce pas? ;)
Last Friday was the 30th anniversary of the "golpe" - an unfortunate part of Argentina's history resulting in the famous "desaparecidos", which in turn prompted the protest of the well-known Madres de la Plaza de Mayo - the mothers of those disappeared persons, who without fail marched every Thursday in the square in front of the Casa Rosada demanding to know what had happened to their children. Mike, Amelia and I went to the Colon to hear Mahler, whose Resurrection piece was in tribute to those disappeared, played by a full orchestra and accompanied by an enormous choir and two soloists - a soprano and an alto. It was a very moving and powerful performance - whatever your political beliefs, its a frightening thought that so many could be suddenly silenced by any government. Here is a photo of the crowd standing and giving a thunderous applause at the end of the evening.
Saturday night we went to a tango show - sadly, the place wasn't packed - however the musicians were phenomenal, particularly one Mr. (fill-in-the-name) Marconi who played the bandoneon (something like an accordion but much cooler) as though he was born with one in his hands. Amazing. I asked Mike to take this picture of me and my socks on the way there.
;) Socks are great - I've loved them all my life.
Here is an artsy photo of a fellow playing upgright base at the show.
Oh - not sure if I mentioned this before, but as of like a couple of months ago or so, I have started getting tiny hives whever my skin gets very cold (ie: holding an icy glass of water against my arm, or going for a run, sweating and then getting hit by cold wind). They go away when my skin dries and warms up. How reptilian of me, no? Can't you imagine me curled up on a rock like the snake that I am? (March '77 - born in the year of the snake according to the Chinese calendar). Naturally I saw this as odd...well, I happened to google "allergic to cold" - and guess what? I'm not the only one. So annoying - like many allergies, it can suddenly develop and also disappear. One estimate is that 25% of the people who have this usually lose the symptoms after 2 years, of course for some people its 10 years. WONDERFUL. Anyhow, I'm glad I found out now and not when I was white water rafting which left my legs covered in what looked like goosebumps on steroids. Turns out i have to be careful in situations such as those because if I'm doused and then stuck in cold air or whatever the case may be - then I can pass out b/c my body is so busy producing these damned mini-hives. Hey body - wanna spend your time doing less useless things with your time? Anyway - next time any of you think of, lets say, playing a funny joke and hosing me down with icy water and leaving me in a shady windtunnel - dont do it, unless you enjoy seeing me faint. ;)
Here's a picture of me with a Quilmes bottle that has a small iceberg attached to it. Brrrrrr....haha!!!
With my recent obsession with the novel "The Pillars of the Earth" - I went back to that church where I took that cool picture of the crucifix with the shadows - here's a shot of the rest of it.
I'm sure you aren't thrilled, but I certainly had a new appreciation for it. I'll have to take a trip to a cathedral around here. I think there is one in Martinez I want to see. Oh - and to my great joy - the author will be publishing a sequal to that marvelous tale next year!!!!! woohoo!! thanks, Ken!
I also went to a beautiful French style mansion on Libertador. It was the former residence (Lord, I just realized that I'm listening to "Back in Black" by ACDC and it SO doesn't relate to what I'm writing...hahah!! I'm sorry, its just hilarious. Talk about contrast...anyhow, moving on....) of one of, if not the most, prominent families in Buenos Aires. The Alvears (from which came the city's first mayor and also an Argentine president) and one other family whose last name escapes me at the moment. Here is the website - its now the Museo Nacional de Artes Decorativos. http://www.mnad.org/ Wonderful place. It really does amaze one to see how the über-wealthy lived. Here's a picture of the living room that I snuck in while no guards were watching. You get an idea of how big it really is when you look at the second floor railing.
Well, one of these days I will go back for coffee at its little "Croque Madame" cafe. It was probably a coach-house or something, but now its where old refined ladies gather for teatime and probably gossip about their grandchildren, other old ladies, their dogs and whatnot.
Gotta sneak in one more Tierra Santa picture - Mike and Amelia in one of those cut-out things...
Last thing - reading a great book my bro left here, did I mention that? about Spain's enlightenment during the Muslim invasion. I'm not done yet, but I'm loving it. Just finished a chapter about the Jewish scholar Maimonides (a school near the West Hollywood house is named after him, and rightly so - he was an impressive man ;).
Muchos besos!
Karen.
Thursday I met up with Mike, Amelia and Tristan (Mike's new art liason here in Bs.As. - great guy, knows everyone in the art scene and totally hooked Mike up with info, studio visits etc) at Rosa Chancho - a new place where they do just installation pieces.
The people here at pretty much Argentine versions of the people at the Project: shows - ahhhhh, we are so different, yet so alike, n'est-ce pas? ;)Last Friday was the 30th anniversary of the "golpe" - an unfortunate part of Argentina's history resulting in the famous "desaparecidos", which in turn prompted the protest of the well-known Madres de la Plaza de Mayo - the mothers of those disappeared persons, who without fail marched every Thursday in the square in front of the Casa Rosada demanding to know what had happened to their children. Mike, Amelia and I went to the Colon to hear Mahler, whose Resurrection piece was in tribute to those disappeared, played by a full orchestra and accompanied by an enormous choir and two soloists - a soprano and an alto. It was a very moving and powerful performance - whatever your political beliefs, its a frightening thought that so many could be suddenly silenced by any government. Here is a photo of the crowd standing and giving a thunderous applause at the end of the evening.
Saturday night we went to a tango show - sadly, the place wasn't packed - however the musicians were phenomenal, particularly one Mr. (fill-in-the-name) Marconi who played the bandoneon (something like an accordion but much cooler) as though he was born with one in his hands. Amazing. I asked Mike to take this picture of me and my socks on the way there.
;) Socks are great - I've loved them all my life.Here is an artsy photo of a fellow playing upgright base at the show.
Oh - not sure if I mentioned this before, but as of like a couple of months ago or so, I have started getting tiny hives whever my skin gets very cold (ie: holding an icy glass of water against my arm, or going for a run, sweating and then getting hit by cold wind). They go away when my skin dries and warms up. How reptilian of me, no? Can't you imagine me curled up on a rock like the snake that I am? (March '77 - born in the year of the snake according to the Chinese calendar). Naturally I saw this as odd...well, I happened to google "allergic to cold" - and guess what? I'm not the only one. So annoying - like many allergies, it can suddenly develop and also disappear. One estimate is that 25% of the people who have this usually lose the symptoms after 2 years, of course for some people its 10 years. WONDERFUL. Anyhow, I'm glad I found out now and not when I was white water rafting which left my legs covered in what looked like goosebumps on steroids. Turns out i have to be careful in situations such as those because if I'm doused and then stuck in cold air or whatever the case may be - then I can pass out b/c my body is so busy producing these damned mini-hives. Hey body - wanna spend your time doing less useless things with your time? Anyway - next time any of you think of, lets say, playing a funny joke and hosing me down with icy water and leaving me in a shady windtunnel - dont do it, unless you enjoy seeing me faint. ;)
Here's a picture of me with a Quilmes bottle that has a small iceberg attached to it. Brrrrrr....haha!!!
With my recent obsession with the novel "The Pillars of the Earth" - I went back to that church where I took that cool picture of the crucifix with the shadows - here's a shot of the rest of it.
I'm sure you aren't thrilled, but I certainly had a new appreciation for it. I'll have to take a trip to a cathedral around here. I think there is one in Martinez I want to see. Oh - and to my great joy - the author will be publishing a sequal to that marvelous tale next year!!!!! woohoo!! thanks, Ken!I also went to a beautiful French style mansion on Libertador. It was the former residence (Lord, I just realized that I'm listening to "Back in Black" by ACDC and it SO doesn't relate to what I'm writing...hahah!! I'm sorry, its just hilarious. Talk about contrast...anyhow, moving on....) of one of, if not the most, prominent families in Buenos Aires. The Alvears (from which came the city's first mayor and also an Argentine president) and one other family whose last name escapes me at the moment. Here is the website - its now the Museo Nacional de Artes Decorativos. http://www.mnad.org/ Wonderful place. It really does amaze one to see how the über-wealthy lived. Here's a picture of the living room that I snuck in while no guards were watching. You get an idea of how big it really is when you look at the second floor railing.
Well, one of these days I will go back for coffee at its little "Croque Madame" cafe. It was probably a coach-house or something, but now its where old refined ladies gather for teatime and probably gossip about their grandchildren, other old ladies, their dogs and whatnot.Gotta sneak in one more Tierra Santa picture - Mike and Amelia in one of those cut-out things...
Last thing - reading a great book my bro left here, did I mention that? about Spain's enlightenment during the Muslim invasion. I'm not done yet, but I'm loving it. Just finished a chapter about the Jewish scholar Maimonides (a school near the West Hollywood house is named after him, and rightly so - he was an impressive man ;).
Muchos besos!
Karen.
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