I used to work every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday … but it’s Tuesday and I ain’t at work! I worked at the Contemporary Arts Museum of Houston (CAMH) in its curatorial department, and it was an amazing experience. Last Thursday was my last day, so I’m going to toot my own horn a bit … because I can! I was an amazing intern. Truly, I was.
[NOTE: This image is a scan and not mine. Purposefully low quality.]
One of the other interns recently created a Tumblr page for the museum and one of the posts featured my work on Issuu! Not my work as in work I created, but my work as in the results of over two months of work I did scanning, cropping, optimizing, and uploading a whole bunch of old exhibition catalogs! Yeah, that was validating. I think I was a tad overqualified for the position. I also scanned a whole bunch of old photos which will be uploaded to the website by whatever intern replaces me. Ah, I’ll miss the scanner. I spent a good amount of time with that thing.
If you’re in Houston, go visit the Contemporary Arts Museum (always free!). The current exhibit is trippy. Then grab some lunch at the food truck in the parking lot of the Museum of Fine Arts. My favorites are Phamily Bites (the Vietnamese eggrolls or pork sandwich) on Tuesdays and Creole2Geaux (catfish po boy) on Wednesdays. Yum. And yes, there are a lot of links in this post. Au revoir, CAMH!
No more long commutes. No more rush hour. No more stop-and-go traffic. No more crazy highway drivers. No more having to cross multiple lanes in a short amount of time to make the exit. No more passing a rotating cast of homeless guys who stand on that one corner (seriously, do they have a schedule?). And finally, no more work. Woot!
Okay, I actually quite liked work. Even though a lot of the archiving and digitizing work was fairly tedious grunt work, I found it quite relaxing and interesting, because it meant I got to sort through a lot of their old exhibitions and learn about the museum’s history. But the getting to work and getting home from work were exceedingly annoying and I am most glad to be rid of those aspects.
As much as I am a city person, I do like spending time outside. Especially when that outside does not consist of 90-degree temperatures with high humidity. So when I went to the Grand Canyon, I actually enjoyed myself quite a bit. It was my first time being in that part of the country, so it was pretty cool – a very different scenery than I am used to. I was only there for a weekend, but it was long enough because after a while all the rock just started to look the same.
There was kayaking and mules involved, and some absolutely delicious cookies at Jacob Lake Inn. There’s just lots and lots of rock. And sand. And water. Oh alright, there are trees and squirrels too … but mostly rock. Regardless, it was fun, pretty, and a bit terrifying (fear of heights + rock cliffs = oh goodness). It was also pretty cool to actually see stars in the night sky … it’s been a while! Mostly it was just nice to get out and be out there. I think the Grand Canyon is definitely one of those places that you have to go and see, just because it’s one of those places you have to go and see. It’s like New York in that way.
The Flagstaff airport is pitiful. I spent the weekend at the Grand Canyon (woohoo! more on that in a later post) and I flew home out of the Flagstaff airport. Oh goodness. It’s one of those miniscule airports where it takes a minute to walk from one end to the other and security is closed until half an hour before the flight takes off and its flights are only to or from Phoenix. And yet … it appears they have a Calder mobile. Wait, what?
I almost didn’t notice it at first because it’s not placed very well and the black metal gets lost among the wooden trusses. Ugh. When I first saw the mobiles, I thought they were pretty cool. And they still are pretty cool, but they’re EVERYWHERE. And that makes seeing them more annoying than enjoyable now. Calder ran a good thing into the ground.
Oh, and the plane was so tiny (befitting of the tiny airport) and the ride was short but bumpy … I’ve never been so scared flying. Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be visiting that airport again any time soon.
Personally I’m not a sculpture person. Just not a big fan of it. I appreciate Greek and Roman statuary, but only to the degree that I appreciate the mythology or history they are usually connected to. I’m also not really a fan of performance art or drawing or photography … I really just like painting. But paintings are always (unless it’s a mural) housed in museums, whereas some sculptures are just out there, exposed to the elements. It’s kind of brazen, the way outdoor sculptures shrug off the rain and the heat, while delicate canvas can only hang delicately on a white wall in a temperature-controlled environment.
“Manilla Palm” (1978) by Mel Chin
“New Forms” (1991-1992) by Tony Cragg
“The Dance” (2000) by Linda Ridgway
The above three are outdoor sculptures from the Museum District. The first is behind the Contemporary Arts Museum (CAMH) and the latter two are in the sculpture garden at the Museum of Fine Arts (MFAH). I head over to the MFAH quite often because there’s a food truck parked over there and museum café … and there’s really no other food options in the area, which is kind of disappointing. Anyhow, that means that I see these sculptures quite often. (Note: There’s also a prominent red Calder in front of the MFAH, but I didn’t include it because after you’ve seen one Calder, you’ve seen them all … and I’ve seen a lot.)