I spent last week in Houston, attending the biannual Fotofest "meeting place" portfolio reviews. I saw and learned enough to fill numerous blogs and I may actually write a few of them if I have time. I thought I'd start at a kind of ending, almost literally - or certainly metaphorically.
This is "End Game" by Damien Hirst.
I encountered this typically monumental assemblage (the skeletons are life size) after exiting James Turrell's marvelous tunnel of colored light in the lower level of the Museum of Fine Arts Houston. That's my reflection in the middle, bisected and beheaded by the stainless steel structure of the medical - or scientific? - cabinetry of the sculpture. How fitting.
I thoroughly enjoyed a leisurely afternoon in the museum, which has an outstanding selection of master works by nearly all of the familiar artists of the past several centuries. What I found most delightful was not rediscovering all these familiar artists but discovering excellent examples of their work that I'd never seen before.
Here is "The Rocks" by Van Gogh.
As obvious as this may seem, I never tire of seeing a real Van Gogh painting (as opposed to reproductions). Even through repeated viewings. But coming upon a new one like this is a special treat. Truly awe-inspiring.
This is not meant to be more than a teaser. I hope to share more of my experiences in Houston soon.
For another take on Houston, check out my post on Urban Wilderness.