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Journey to the East: 19 July 2012

Friday, July 20th, 2012


George Rickey, Twenty-Four Lines, 1968

How Zen Masters Are Like Mature Herring
So few become full grown
And how necessary all the others;
    Gifts to the food chain
    feeding another universe.
These big ones feed sharks.
-Gary Snyder

Fast moves in Fort Wayne
This was the second of the short days that I partially spent with my parents in Fort Wayne. We did a combo of resupplying for the tour and activities in Fort Wayne. First we went to the very excellent co-op where I was able to get all my bulk foods refreshed and such vital items as refilling my bottle of Doctor Bronners 18 in 1 soap. Following that we went to the Fort Wayne Art Museum where we didn’t have too much time but there wasn’t too much to my taste anyway (lots of regionalism). A very small contemporary gallery whose highlight was the kinetic sculpture pictured above. Also there was some nice photos by Dayne Bonta, the best of which were trees in winter printed out on a rough paper. After lunch it was time to get back on the road. My parents dropped me off near the route and soon enough I was back on it. It was only twenty miles to Monroeville where I was going to stay on this short day. I had to go to the library to call regarding staying at the city park and there the librarian helped me out and made the call for me. Such friendly people. In Monroeville you can stay inside the park pavilion which is a big room with a kitchen, shower and laundry. All free though you can leave a donation. A great little town with nice people who’ve been helping cross country cyclists since the Bike-Centennial.

It was a real treat to get to see the parents who made the long drive from Nashville to see me enroute. Once I knew they were coming I had some supplies sent to them which they then brought to me. A new tire to replace my worn rear (over ten thousand miles on it and probably could have stretched it another thousand: Schalwbe Marathon Plus’ are the best touring tire hands down), a new seersucker shirt and replacement gloves as my last pair had deteriorated. So huge thanks Mom and Dad and it was wonderful to see you.

behind a stand of trees
a hidden field of gold –

a green and purple field
with a lovely scent –

Journey to the East: 3 July 2012

Wednesday, July 4th, 2012


Alexander Calder, The Spinner (1966)

Walker Art Center
Another rest day in the Twin Cities. This one I spent at the Walker Art Center and the associated Minneapolis Scultpure Garden. Really an excellent sculpture park with nice pieces from Alexander Calder, Richard Serra, James Turrell, Sol LeWitt, Isamu Naguchi, Mark di Suvero and many, many more. A nicely laid out garden with most of the pieces fitting in very well. One nice bit was a row of trees in which Pierre Huyghe’s Wind Chimes (after “Dream”) was installed. Right as I walked through it the wind picked up and they all started to chime. This was echoed by the massive peels of church bells from the nearby Basilica of Saint Mary. A lovely sonic experience.


Pierre Huyghe's Wind Chimes (after "Dream") (1997/2009)

The James Turrell lightspace, Sky Pesher, 2005 was the third of this series I’ve experienced and I always love the atmosphere these pieces create. I spent nearly two hours in the garden before the best drove me to the cool interior of the Walker itself. I’ve wanted to visit the Walker for a while and I have to say it lived up to its reputation. Of particular interest to me on this day was two exhibitions highlighting pieces they’d gotten from the Mercentile Cunningham archives. The first of these focusing on the collaboration with Robert Rauschenberg was excellent filled with many of the costumes and sets of absolute classic dances. The other featured a single large piece from Ernesto Neto. A large soft, drooping organic nylon piece that was suspended from the ceiling the gallery also featured video of the dance and music from John Cage.


Ernesto Neto, Otheranimal (2004)

There was really too much other stuff that I looked at to really go into detail here. A poppy, kitchsy, transgressive exhibition curated by John Waters, a very rough, raw and vital set of video installations by the South Korean artist Minouk Kim, a rather uninterested examination of art in then1980s and finally an exhibition of works from the permanent collection thematically arranged around the “dreams and private visions that have given rise to some of the most remarkable art made in the past 150 years. This did indeed have some nice pieces and it was good to see the collection highlighted.


Mark Rothko No. 2 (1963)