Sometimes words fail us. They cannot contain the depth of our grief, the many shades of our sorrow, or the complexities of conflicting emotions. They cannot convey all the permeations of anxiety that inhabit our bodies in the face of what is beyond our control. But
“Ground Control to Major Tom, Take your protein pills and put your helmet on. This is Major Tom to Ground Control, I'm stepping through the door, And I'm floating in the most peculiar way, And the stars look very different today.” David Bowie, Space Oddity 1969 “I was
What lies in the space between seeing and knowing? What do we miss every day as we rush through our lives wearing blinders, staring at screens, not present where we are. When we do not see each other how can we know each other? Single notes
January 27-June 15, 2017 When you first enter the space where David Bowie: Among the Mexican Masters is installed at the Forest Lawn Museum in Glendale, the voice of the late, great musician echoes off the walls. The looped video shows shots of Bowie laying paint
San Diego Museum of Art Music and art are the closest of sisters, no matter that they barely resemble each other. Both disciplines brim with adoptions of and parallels with one another’s practices. Myriad exhibitions have tried to trace this complex, intricate, and often fraught relationship.
