Taking photographs of spring outside, we began to notice correlations inside.
A tree stump and Mark Schubert’s SB-3, 2007, from the Frederick R. Weisman Art Foundation.
Stones and Sid Garrison’s March 19, 2007, 2007, from the Frederick R. Weisman Art Foundation.
Curled foliage and Emilio Perez’s Do The Monkey II, 2005, from the Frederick R. Weisman Art Foundation.
A yucca plant and Tim Bavington’s Singer, 2004, from the Frederick R. Weisman Art Foundation.
A barrel cactus and Joe Macca’s J.M., 2008, from the Frederick R. Weisman Art Foundation.
Condition report drawing of a basket, by Stacey Downey-Sterrett
It’s National Volunteer Week, which seems like a good time to recognize the volunteers who help the Barrick with their muscles and brains, who wash the windows, who unwrap the sculptures, who seal the library books in plastic, who draw and catalog the ancient Mesoamerican artifacts (along with dozens of masks, retablos, paintings, beads, et cetera), and who were there with us when we were hanging and shifting the works in this Art for Art’s Sake show.
Without their help, the rest of us would probably still be trying to unscrew Ali Smith’s lovely but obdurate Half-Life from the planks of its vast, vast crate.
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A few weeks ago one of the Barrick volunteers asked this question on the chalkboard in the lobby: “From where does your perception originate?” Most of the people who responded wrote, “My head, “ or “My brain,” or, for a change, “Love.” One or two wrote, “My soul,” which is a point of view that received serious consideration from Aristotle, though his idea of the soul was almost definitely not the same as theirs.
We seem to have two different ideas about perception operating here, one of them primarily subjective — in the minds of the people who have written “Love,” or “From how I feel” — and the other more objective and biological.
Which brings us to another question, I suppose: what is perception?