20 APRIL 2011 :: IT FILLS MY HEART WITH JOY
There are some cities that leave a lasting impression on you, just a
couple of nights and you’re already feeling at home. In 2006 I first
passed through Chicago, I knew from day one it was “my kinda town”. At
the time I described it as a big city populated by small town folks.
Last week my work took me back through Chicago, I’m very happy to say
my outlook has not changed one bit.
Rather than talking about the people, or the food, or the atmosphere,
all of which could be considered highlights in their own right. I want
to talk about the one attraction I took the time off work to go and
visit: The Art Institute of Chicago. Having skimmed through it once
before, my expectations were high. I was not disappointed.
Walking around, my mind was racing with ideas to write about. Now that
I’m sitting and writing they are not so forthcoming. That said, what
struck me from the outset was the incredible quality of everything on
display.
I started in the basement with the paperweight and miniature
collection. While it’s not hard to imagine me getting excited about
paperweights, even I was shocked by the miniatures! These are one inch
to one foot, model reproductions of European and American interiors up
to the 1930s. Essentially you’re walking around looking at doll house
furniture!?!? Yet you can’t help being entranced by it all.
I decided to walk upstairs find something a little more
age/gender/sexuality appropriate. While walking around I was once again
overwhelmed by just how good the collection was. Room after room after
room, all filled with the most amazing art imaginable.
Consider this, I am not a modern art fan, in any sense of the word. I’m
someone who has begrudgingly walked around PS1, the Tate Modern and
MOMA, yet here in Chicago, even the modern art was sensational.
While I spent much time enjoying the moment impressionist art achieved
perfection - Georges Seurat, Sunday on la grande jatte - Among a
collection this good, it did not stand out the way you’d expect it to.
In fact, it was a smaller painting in an adjacent room that struck me
most.
Camille Pissarro’s simple and beautiful painting left a lasting
impression on me. While I’ve always loved the Seurat, this painting
really took my breath away.
Had I continued photographing everything I liked, I’d have needed a
bigger camera. I decided it’d be a better challenge to find something I
didn’t like. Eventually I spied it across a room. Hanging there so
tragically out of place, the exception that proves the rule. The one
bad piece in the entire Art Institute… Plucked chicken hanging from
broken door.
Having finally found something bad I decided it was time to see what
else Chicago had to offer. As I walked out through the great stairs I
noticed a temporary exhibit that captured the essence of my afternoon
at The Art Institute. The piece is considerably more thought provoking
than I’ll go into here. But I couldn’t have put it better myself.
You can lead a horticulture, but you cannot make her think.
Dorothy Parker