Aurora Dallas

I first heard about Aurora last time it happened, but was out of town that weekend and couldn’t make it. Then, on the way to a play at the Wyly theater, I saw a preview of Aurora – specifically an installation of giant red floating jellyfish.

So, as Aurora 2013 approached, I circled my calendar. Then, I found that Bike Friendly Cedars, along with other Dallas cycling groups, had a a ride planned. The idea was to put lights on your bicycle, then meet up at Main Street Gardens Park and ride down together.

The last few weeks have been very busy and stressful for me and I didn’t have time (or money) to properly decorate my bike. This sort of thing is, especially right now, beyond my abilities or resources. It was stressing me out a little bit. The only thing I could do is to go to the Dollar Store with a five and a one clutched in my sweaty fist. I bought a couple LED lightsabers, a little lighted pumpkin, and some packages of glowy bracelets.

I gathered up everything in my house with a battery powered light and roll of duct tape, and, after work rode down to Lee Harvey’s – where I taped everything to my bike in a pretty much random fashion. I felt like an idiot – but it worked. Especially the lightsabers. I might try and find a way to more permanently hold those on my bike – they would be useful to increase the visibility for night rides.

Nothing like big, glowing, flashing, green cylinders to get the attention of motorists after dark.

Lighted Bicycles at Aurora Ciclovia

Lighted Bicycles at Aurora Ciclovia

Lighted Bicycles at Aurora Ciclovia

Lighted Bicycles at Aurora Ciclovia

Everybody met up and we set off in a glowing, flashing mass – down around downtown
Dallas, into Deep Ellum, then back into the Arts District.

I was immediately surprised and shocked by the crowds. The original idea was to ride through Aurora as a group, but the streets were packed with thick throngs of people and we were immediately split up. I locked my bike up and began to explore.

Aurora was amazing. I kept thinking, “Is this really Dallas?” There were hundreds of artists and installations covering the entire spectrum spread across the vast area from One Arts Plaza, down Flora Street past and including the concert halls and museums, across to Klyde Warren Park and even down towards the Perot. That’s about two square miles of area.

Aurora Dallas 2013

Aurora Dallas 2013

Klyde Warren Park, Aurora Dallas 2013

Klyde Warren Park, Aurora Dallas 2013

Aurora Dallas 2013

Aurora Dallas 2013

Aurora Dallas 2013

Aurora Dallas 2013

Not all the exhibits were big - tiny men climbing a column at the Symphony Hall

Not all the exhibits were big – tiny men climbing a column at the Symphony Hall

The crowd was huge. I was so glad I had ridden in on a bike and had a DART pass in my pocket. People were calling in on cell phones – the traffic across the city was at a standstill and there was no parking to be found anywhere.

I spent hours walking around. There is no way to see even a fraction of everything that was offered up, but there were a few items I really wanted to take in.

First, the dancers that I had seen at the Patio Sessions on Thursday were performing on a little grass patch between the Opera House and the Symphony Hall. Through dumb luck I arrived a couple minutes before they started and talked to a parent of one – I told him of their enthusiasm and skill that I had seen the evening before.

The description of their performance:

Ruddy Udder Dance by Claire Ashley
This performance uses a large-scale, painted inflatable sculpture as a prop worn by twelve dancers. A choreographed sequence unfolds. Ashley is interested in both the high-brow aesthetic pleasure found in the painterly abstraction and monumentality of the object itself, and the absurdly low-brow, playful, high-energy, ecstatic dancing experience and pop culture references that ensue as the object moves in space. Directed by Linda James and Kate Walker and performed by the Repertory Dance Company II from Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing and Visual Arts.

Dancers and Inflatable Cow.

Dancers and Inflatable Cow.

The dancers were arranged as the “feet” or maybe the “udders” of a stylized giant inflatable cow-balloon and danced to a country music tune – throwing the enormous bovine around as handlers held guy ropes and a bank of black lights made the scene glow. It was pretty cool.

Next, I wanted to see the Wyly Theater. I had seen a preview and knew I had to check out the real thing. Several banks of incredibly powerful video projectors were trained on the wall of the Borg Cube – shaped Wyly. The genius is that the program started with an image of the Wyly projected on itself, which then was moved, shifted, deconstructed, and modified until the thing was transformed into a giant 2001-style cube monolith – “It’s full of Stars.”

I found a spot and sat and watched the cycle. Then I realized that viewing it at an oblique angle was even better, so I watched it again. Really cool stuff.

Finally, I wanted to see something inside the Dallas City Performance Hall. Shane Pennington is a local artist that I have been a huge fan of ever since I spent a few days going down to the arts district to watch his ice sculptural exhibition melt into nothingness, releasing the stones contained within. I had read about the screen, a transparent curtain, he made for the Performance Hall – with consists of a grid of computer controlled lights that illustrate shapes moving across the mouth of the theater.

Inside the theater they had the screen up and running. People walking, riding bikes, or pushing carts moved across the screen in a ghostly crowd. Behind the screen a jazz trio performed retro music – a beautiful contrast to the high-tech images they were immersed in.

Shane Pennington's screen inside the Dallas City Performance Hall, with Jazz Trio.

Shane Pennington’s screen inside the Dallas City Performance Hall, with Jazz Trio.

Midnight approached, and I had to leave – I was a long way from home and I didn’t want to miss the last train.

I did have one last discovery. I didn’t do enough research before Aurora about the nature of the Ciclovia that I was a part of. I didn’t realize that the lighted bike ride was actually a part of the Aurora itself and the ride even had a plaque that spelled that out.

Seeing Aurora, I wondered what it would be like… how cool would that be?.. to actually be a part of it – to be an artist in the event itself, no matter how small or insignificant. Until I found that plaque, I didn’t realize that for the small effort of six bucks and a trip to the dollar store – I was one.

Bike Friendly Cedars and Aurora Ciclovia

Bike Friendly Cedars and Aurora Ciclovia

Aurora Dallas 2013

Aurora Dallas 2013

Aurora Dallas 2013

Aurora Dallas 2013

The reflecting pool by the Winspear. Aurora Dallas 2013

The reflecting pool by the Winspear. Aurora Dallas 2013

Ninety Nine Percent

Subtle Graffiti

Dallas, Texas, Deep Ellum Art Park

NinetyNinePercent

NinetyNinePercent

“I have a foreboding of an America in my children’s or grandchildren’s time — when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what’s true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness…

The dumbing down of American is most evident in the slow decay of substantive content in the enormously influential media, the 30 second sound bites (now down to 10 seconds or less), lowest common denominator programming, credulous presentations on pseudoscience and superstition, but especially a kind of celebration of ignorance”
― Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

Nice quote – but let’s face it, Carl Sagan is a…. well, let someone else explain it.

“I have spent my whole life scared, frightened of things that could happen, might happen, might not happen, 50-years I spent like that. Finding myself awake at three in the morning. But you know what? Ever since my diagnosis, I sleep just fine. What I came to realize is that fear, that’s the worst of it. That’s the real enemy. So, get up, get out in the real world and you kick that bastard as hard you can right in the teeth.”
– Walter White

Sculptures by Colleen Madamombe

Sculptures by Colleen Madamombe – Frisco, Texas

The Grandmother, by Colleen Madamombe, Zimbabwe

The Grandmother, by Colleen Madamombe, Zimbabwe

Sculpture by Colleen Madamombe

Sculpture by Colleen Madamombe

Sculpture by Colleen Madamombe

Sculpture by Colleen Madamombe

Sculpture by Colleen Madamombe

Sculpture by Colleen Madamombe

What I learned this week, October 18, 2013

5 Things Super Successful People Do Before 8 AM


The fantastic films of Piotr Kamler


TRAILS: THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN DALLAS

The last photograph in the article – the one labeled, “Trail System in Richardson, Texas” was taken right behind my house. One reason we bought the place was because the trail was scheduled to go in (though it took a lot longer than promised). Now, I rarely ride my bike on the trail – it is so popular with families and, especially, people walking dogs on a leash, that I feel safer on the street.


Your “Oh, wow!” for the day: Janet Echelman’s glorious suspended sculptures float over cities across the globe.


Deep in the heart of Texas: Photographers capture stunning series of pictures that show 1970s life in the Lone Star state

I found the National Archives collection of photographs on Flickr a while back while looking for copyright-free images to use in practicing with digital image software. There is some really interesting stuff in here.

You can read about the project here.

The US National Archives Photostream on Flickr It may be more useful Divided into Sets.

Examples that I like:

Secretaries, housewives, waitresses, women from all over central Florida are getting into vocational schools to learn war work.

Campers at Garner State Park, 07/1972

Constitution Beach - Within Sight and Sound of Logan Airport's Takeoff Runway 22r

Arizona


Scott Adams’ Secret of Success: Failure

 


Your Guide to the 106 New Works of Public Art You Can See in Dallas This Weekend

I am really excited about Aurora tonight in the Arts District.

Red Jellyfish, from the Aurora Preview

Red Jellyfish, from the Aurora Preview

AURORA

The light festival is responsible for 86 of the new public art pieces, which will be literally everywhere in the Arts District and at Klyde Warren Park on October 18. Rather than list them out individually, here’s a nifty interactive map to guide you through the exhibition, and here is a complete list of artists and works.

 

NASHER XCHANGE

Here are the artists and the locations of the work, all of which will officially open this Saturday, Oct. 19. Click on the links to find out more about the individual projects.

Music (Everything I know I learned from the day my son was born) by Alfredo Jaar at the Nasher Scupture Center

Moore to the point by Rachel Harrison at Dallas City Hall

Flock in Space by Ruben Ochoa at the Trinity River Audubon Center

Black & Blue, Cultural Oasis in the Hills  by Vicki Meek at Paul Quinn College

Buried House by Lara Almarcegui at 2226 Exeter Ave in  Oak Cliff Gardens in Oak Cliff

Fountainhead by Charles Long at NorthPark Center

by Liz Larner at the University of Texas at Dallas

Trans.lation: Vickery Meadow by Rick Lowe at Ridgecrest Rd. in Vickery Meadow

CURTAINS by Good/Bad Art Collective at Bryan Tower, 2001 Bryan St. – Space will be open from 2-10 p.m.

dear sunset by Ugo Rondinone at Fish Trap Lake

[For more on Lowe’s Socially Engaged Art piece for Vickery Meadow, go here.]

 


Dallas String Quartet

It was Thursday, time for another Patio Sessions concert around the reflecting pool in front of the Winspear Opera House.

This week was the Dallas String Quartet (facebook). The weather was cool and beautiful, rare for North Texas. I hopped the DART train and made it down there right on time – bought dinner from a food truck and settled in. I knew nothing about the Dallas String Quartet – they are an eclectic electric ensemble. Amplified strings, a bass, a guitar, and a drum kit. They play original arrangements of modern, popular hits and are very, very good at it.

It was a lot of fun.

Dallas String Quartet

Dallas String Quartet
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Dallas String Quartet, in front of the reflecting pool in the Arts District

Dallas String Quartet, in front of the reflecting pool in the Arts District
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Dallas String Quartet

Dallas String Quartet

Dallas String Quartet

Dallas String Quartet

Dallas String Quartet

Dallas String Quartet
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Ever since I have been going to the Patio Sessions, I have been slightly aggravated by people that let their children run amok on the reflecting pool while the musicians are playing. The thin layer of moisture on the flat stone is irresistible to the little ones – so I can’t blame them. However, the shows are very mellow, and I wish the parents would control the kids while the band is on – they are very noisy and it’s very distracting.

I was worried about that tonight – a string quartet can be an especially quiet and introspective experience. It was no problem – there were only four kids or so running around and the Dallas String Quartet was well amplified. Plus, their upbeat, modern arrangements held their own against the kids, the rumblings of the food truck generators, and the tolling of the church bells.

And then, to show how wrong I can be… I noticed a crowd of teenagers rapidly gathering on the reflecting pool. It was a dance class from (I assume) the Dallas High School for the Performing Arts right next door. They were on their way somewhere and took the opportunity to dance for all of us.

In ones and twos… and then as an entire group they would run out and dance. They seemed to have a few set pieces memorized and would show off for each other – then dance for the fun of it. It was kinetic and athletic and flat out wonderful. The band said, “I don’t know who they are, but they are great. I’m sure you can do something with this next one,” and they belted out Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

I took a few photos (I’ll put some more up in a few days) but mostly I sat there and stared and laughed. It was a revelation and a surprise and a marvelous one at that. I’ll probably be able to figure out who the kids were, but I almost don’t want to know. Maybe it’s best they remain, to me, a beautiful mystery.

Young dancers on the reflecting pool at the Dallas String Quartet concert.

Young dancers on the reflecting pool at the Dallas String Quartet concert.
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Dancing at the Dallas String Quartet, Patio Sessions, Arts District, Dallas, Texa

Dancing at the Dallas String Quartet, Patio Sessions, Arts District, Dallas, Texas
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http://youtu.be/dYBeIX7sSV0

PS– Well, that didn’t take long. I found out who the dancers were. They were from the high school – there to rehearse for their work on the Aurora project on Friday, the 18th.

This is what they will be doing:

Ruddy Udder Dance by Claire Ashley
This performance uses a large-scale, painted inflatable sculpture as a prop worn by twelve dancers. A choreographed sequence unfolds. Ashley is interested in both the high-brow aesthetic pleasure found in the painterly abstraction and monumentality of the object itself, and the absurdly low-brow, playful, high-energy, ecstatic dancing experience and pop culture references that ensue as the object moves in space. Directed by Linda James and Kate Walker and performed by the Repertory Dance Company II from Booker T. Washington High School for the Performing and Visual Arts.

Tomorrow’s Legacy

Three more photographs I took as part of the Bicycle Friendly Richardsonbike photo scavenger hunt – Bicycle Ride and Seek.

This is Tomorrow’s Legacy by Jerry Sanders – located in the Palisades complex across highway 75 from Galatyn.

My bicycle parked next to "Tomorrow's Legacy" by Jerry Sanders, Richardson, Texas (click to enlarge)

My bicycle parked next to “Tomorrow’s Legacy” by Jerry Sanders, Richardson, Texas
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“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. Knows remembers believes a corridor in a big long garbled cold echoing building of dark red brick sootbleakened by more chimneys than its own, set in a grassless cinderstrewnpacked compound surrounded by smoking factory purlieus and enclosed by ten food steel-and-wire fence like a penitentiary or a zoo, where in random erratic surges, with sparrowlike childtrebling, orphans in identical and uniform blue denim in and out of remembering but in knowing constant in the bleak walls, the bleak windows where in rain soot from the yearly adjacenting chimneys streaked like black tears.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

My bicycle parked next to "Tomorrow's Legacy" by Jerry Sanders, Richardson, Texas

My bicycle parked next to “Tomorrow’s Legacy” by Jerry Sanders, Richardson, Texas

“Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents’ beds, unerringly I rush! Naught’s an obstacle, naught’s an angle to the iron way!”
– Herman Melville, Moby Dick

"Tomorrow's Legacy" by Jerry Sanders, Richardson, Texas

“Tomorrow’s Legacy” by Jerry Sanders, Richardson, Texas

Milk Crate Bicycle

I’m working on DIY solutions for storage on my bicycle. Looking around at useful stuff I see, one of the most common, hipster, useful, cheap, and crunchy things to do is to simply bungee a plastic milk crate on to your rear rack.

Milk Crate Bike in the reading area in Klyde Warren Park.

Milk Crate Bike in the reading area in Klyde Warren Park.
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The Dallas Morning News Reading & Games Room area in Klyde Warren Park is one of my favorite spots in the city. It is a quiet, leafy, relaxing spot, with games and stuff to look at. I was there for a few minutes to catch my breath. The powers that be came by and made this woman move her bike (it was leaning against a tree) – but she didn’t seem to be too bothered by it all. I’m afraid that I had already given in to The Man and had my bike locked up on the official bike racks.

So sue me.

Galatyn Park Fountain

Another photo I took as part of the Bicycle Friendly Richardsonbike photo scavenger hunt – Bicycle Ride and Seek.

This is the fountain at Galatyn Park.

Fountain at Galatyn Park, Richardson, TX (click to enlarge)

Fountain at Galatyn Park, Richardson, TX
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http://youtu.be/wPwQJrD63d8

The War of the End of the World

I finished the first of the really big books I have on my list The War of the End of the World. I read it on the Kindle, but the hardback edition has 576 pages – so it isn’t the longest book in the world, but it’s long enough.

There was a ten-day setback in there when I misplaced my Kindle. I couldn’t find it for over a week and it was driving me crazy. The thing goes with me where ever I go, so I can get a little reading done in the small drips and dregs of time that are sometimes allotted to me – and that’s risky. I’ve come close to losing it twice – leaving it on a train once and on the roof of my car another time (where it fell off along a Frisco road) – but each time a good Samaritan found it, looked me up and contacted me.

This time I was pretty sure I had not left it someplace… but you never know. It turned out it was in the garage where I set it down in a dark, little-used corner when I went back there to get something.

Finding it made me happy and let me finish the book.

Kindle

Call Me Ishmael

Misplacing your portable electronic reading device is a first-world problem. The conflict at the heart of The War of the End of the World is not.

The novel is based on true events at the end of the nineteenth century in a dried up, impoverished, and forgotten stretch of worthless desert in the Brazilian state of Bahia. There, after a horrible drought that kills a good part of the population appeared a wandering preacher, Antônio Conselheiro (“the Counselor”), who went from village to village, collecting a rag-tag group of followers, repairing churches and spreading the word of God.

He eventually gained thousands of converts, and they settled on an old farmstead named Canudos – transforming it into something of a religious commune. At its peak, more that thirty thousand people called Canudos home – making it the second-largest city in Bahia. This attracted the attention of the newly-minted Republic of Brazil which did not agree with the teachings of The Counselor. The central government began sending military expeditions and then…. Well, let’s just say, things do not turn out well.

For anybody.

The book, by Peruvian novelist Mario Vargas Llosa, is a vast kaleidoscope of characters – all pulled into the firestorm of disaster that is the War of Canudos.

It was more than a little confusing at first (about half the male characters seem to have the name João or Antônio) and I put together a little crib sheet listing everybody and their relationship to the story. After a few hundred pages that wasn’t necessary – the list stops growing as fast and the denizens of the pages become burned into the reader’s mind sufficiently.

The theme of the book is the danger and the tragic results of fanaticism. Every character sees the world in an inflexible view – and pays for that in spades. The Counselor is a man of great power and wisdom and is able to attract a huge following – converting the most evil of bandits and incorrigible criminals into paragons of religious virtue and conviction. Yet, he can’t understand the implications of what he has done and the horror that will inevitably befall the faithful.

The central government does not see a religious settlement – they see foreign spies and secret plots – because that is all they are able to see. The wealthy landowners only see land and cattle thieves and can’t comprehend anything else.

It is a sad story with results that are beyond appalling.

That’s the first question that a reader must answer, “Why was Canudos destroyed?” But the answer, when you think about it, is, “How could it not?”

And that’s the mark of a mature work of fiction – the ying-yang pull of hope and the inevitable doom. You only wish that some of these people that you have spent so much time with… even some of the evil ones… are able to find some sort of justice, some closure, some comforting balm in the midst of their endless suffering and hopeless struggle.

And some do.

But it is only temporary.

Bicycle Ride and Seek

The fountain in back of the Richardson Library. (click to enlarge)

The fountain in back of the Richardson Library.
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Bike Friendly Richardson has organized a bicycle photo scavenger hunt for October. The idea is to ride a bike around the city and take photos of sculptures or fountains (with your bike in them – to prove you really did it, I guess). There is a list of fourteen sculptures and a map to help you out.

This is a lot of fun and right up my alley. I’ve already taken photos of my bike in front of a lot (maybe most) of these already, though I’ll do it again in October. I rode around the other day and grabbed a few – now I’m working on post-processing the photos… uploaded a few to my Flickr page.

The cylinder sculptures at the Block.

The cylinder sculptures at the Block.

I sort of wanted to use my old Raleigh Technium for the photos – it’s a bit more photogenic than my crunchy commuter bike. But I don’t want to pack my camera crap into a backpack and lug it around the city. I’ve pretty much worked out how to carry my camera in a pannier and my tripod bungee corded to the rack in the back of my commuter bike.

So it’s the commuter in the photos. Which is cool too.

The sculpture in the outdoor reading area at the library.

The sculpture in the outdoor reading area at the library.

A couple older photos I had on here of the Richardson fountain.

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