Thank heavens I made it to the Henry last weekend the day before the William Kentridge show closed.
What can you say about William Kentridge, that would be better than the language he uses?
Blue lines connecting things at a quickening pace with telephones ringing and cats screeching and wheels turning and squares breaking. Lines become sound and make a tower fall down, and make one man look at another. Tinsel cat runs; film tape spins a web. Gun shots, protest, number explosions, attack. Black cat shape-shifting into a bomb and cat hairs sink into the blue lines so the only thing left is a pleading GIVE FOR. FOR. GIVE. FOR as the sad man’s coat pocket brims with blue waterfalls and waters rising.
Nice post, Emily! (Thank you.)
SFMOMA has some nice online features for their Kentridge show – worth checking out:
http://www.sfmoma.org/exhibitions/380#
hi Betsey, I’ll take it as a compliment that you mistook me for Emily Pothast (http://emilypothast.wordpress.com/). Unless –gasp!– Emily: are we becoming the same person?? Is it the trees??
It is the owls. They are not what they seem, or so I hear.
I’m sorry I missed this show. I’ve been spread so thin lately I even have trouble making it to things that are on my walk home.
I saw this one, though, at the VAG in 2004. It was my first experience with Kentridge’s animations and it blew my mind. Thanks for letting me relive it vicariously!
Oh Susanna, Don’t you cry for me!
I totally did mix you up. But I do know the difference. Long day, perhaps? But Emily’s awesome, and so are you – so it is entirely a compliment. And you’re both running great blogs.
-BB