It’s not quite cold and snowy enough here in New Jersey, so I think I’ll go on a workation to Cleveland, where the temperature tomorrow night is predicted by the National Weather Service to -11 °F (not counting the wind chill). Here it will be a toasty 0 °F. (Where’s global warming when we really need it?)
I’ll get to catch up with my old friend Bill Griswold, now ensconced as director of the third museum where he plans to stay forever. I guess it’s too soon to flit to Boston. But what if the National Gallery directorship eventually becomes available?
Let’s not go there. What I’m hoping to discover this week is that he’s enlivened the barren Rafael Viñoly-designed atrium at the Cleveland Museum of Art with some art (as he had done with Renzo Piano‘s atrium at the Morgan Library and Museum, where he also oversaw a restoration of J.P. Morgan’s original 1906 Italianate marble villa).
Photo by Lee Rosenbaum
I’m practicing my facial expressions, in the hope of getting a more appealing (or at least more gender-correct) match for my physiognomy than the one I managed to elicit in the Cleveland Museum’s interactive extravaganza, Gallery One, where I briefly touched down in October:
I should probably take a tip from Griswold (although I think I might tear a knee ligament):
Speaking of technological trauma: I regret to inform you that your notes via my Contact link haven’t gotten through to me for almost two months. That’s now (I hope) been fixed by ArtsJournal‘s tech wizards. So if you tried, please do try again.
Blogging will likely have to await my return. Sporadic tweeting @CultureGrrl may continue.
Now where’s my thermal underwear?