We You Too, as in ‘we miss you too’, a text concerning the lock down on the front door of the restaurant belonging to one of my favourite local watering holes ‘Van Zanten‘.
Dat is tof! E wint de korte verhalenwedstrijd van de bibliotheek Eemland. Een verhaal over de menselijke drang naar duidelijke verklaringen voor indrukwekkende gebeurtenissen, zoals de epxlosie en brand in Amersfoort in 1787, gebaseerd op de eigen ervaringen in Enschede tijdens de vuurwerkramp en in New York na 9/11.
Walking along the river Laak this afternoon, where the river and city on the left is on higher ground than the water and the fields of the polder on the right. A somewhat typical Dutch occurrence, seeing water flow higher than surrounding land.
We went to the theater tonight. E had received tickets as birthday present from cousin S, who sits on the board of the local chamber music festival September Me.
It was of course a socially distanced seating arrangement.
A beautiful opening concert by the Ragazze Quartet with compositions by Caroline Shaw, specifically written for and premiered at this festival tonight.
The local museum Kunsthal Kade for the past 6 months had an exhibit of some 150 works by almost 50 African American artists spanning from the 1920’s Harlem Renaissance to today, titled TELL ME YOUR STORY. 100 years of storytelling in African American art.
Beautiful, compelling, and sometimes confronting works. All the more so given the renewed civil rights struggle in the USA in the past months.
The collages by Romare Bearden (1911-1988) jumped out at me. Apparently he created them in 1960’s and 70’s while listening to jazz and blues, “My hands sing the blues.”
The Kitchen Table series by Carrie Mae Weems I thought striking photography. Her 1990’s round red images from From here I saw what happened and I cried tells of so much pain, dehumanisation, cruelty, slavery, and injustice, tying it to the faces of individual humans, looking them into their eyes.
The powerful fragment shown in the exhibit comes from the end of that video, and started with a statement that, while not the key message, rings as personally true for me since my mid-twenties “I can’t be a pessimist, because I’m alive. […] So I’m forced to be an optimist.”