Gallery Conversation: George Gershwin and the Color of Jazz – Art Institute Chicago – Feb. 27, 2026

Loren Wright, assistant director in Interpretation (who knew there was such thing?) at the Art Institute, led the event. Per the museum’s website, Interpretation in this context, is the “highly collaborative,” way of making “sure the galleries are accessible and relatable to visitors.”

Wright did just that as we first stood in front of Marc Chagall’s America Windows, which, appropriately, are not only are blue, but also feature panels suggesting urban life and music, for her presentation about Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, complete with a few moments of listening pleasure.

The thought of too much audience participation is always a little off-putting in these situations, but the attendees proved to be knowledgable, appropriately inquisitive and considerate of time constraints while reacting to Wright’s prodding questions about the art, the music and their interrelationship.

We moved en masse to Archibald Motley”s painting Blues, depicting a Paris nightclub, for a discussion that, not surprisingly, included Gershwin’s An American in Paris.

Finally, we literally turned around to see Thomas Hart Benton’s The Cotton Pickers and accompanied that with conversation about Gershwin’s controversial Porgy and Bess and his song Summertime, along with quick excerpts of Louis Armstrong/Ella Fitzgerald and Audra McDonald versions of it.

No one left the program feeling blue.

Let’s Go White Sox: Celebrating 125 Years – Chicago History Museum – Through 2025?

The Chicago History Museum mailing that brought the White Sox exhibit to my attention stated that “The new temporary display in Chicago Crossroads of America nicely highlights the team’s and the museum’s collections.”

The museum’s collection includes a  display, a few feet away, of its Wait ’Til Next Year” exhibit, featuring sections about the White Sox, Cubs, Bears and Black Hawks.

The brochure also says “Among the items are a baseball used in the 1917 World Series, a jersey worn by Jermaine Dye in Game 1 of the 2005 World Series, and a Sox baseball cap from the same season.”

I’m pretty sure that saying “among” implies that there are other items. In this case (subtle reference related to the glass case containing the artifacts), there aren’t.

As far as highlighting the collections goes, the jersey is, I suppose, authentic; the cap looks like it’s never been worn, like one I have in my closet; and the the ball looks old and scruffy, like it could be from 1917, or from the movie The Sandlot after the dog got done chewing on it.

All in all, not worth crossing the road for. But 2026 is the 150th National League anniversary of the Cubs, nee Orphans, joining the then new National League. So, wait ’til next year.

Winging It: A Brief History of Humanity’s Relationship with Birds – The Newberry – June 20 – September 27, 2025

I haven’t been to a movie theater in quite a while, so I was pleased to watch the exhibit’s video – The Best Known Grouse of the Western States, which referred not to my attitude toward many things, but rather to the pinnated grouse, or as many call it, the greater prairie-chicken, or, you prefer, the Tympanuchus cupido.

It’s a tragic tale, or tail, if you wish, that there were 10 million of the birds in Illinois in the 1800s, but only about 200 by 2019. That original number might be taken with a grain a salt, as modern crowd estimation science only traces back to the 1960s, when it was used to count the number of people at University of California campus protests. Of course, placing the salt on the bird’s tails (or tales) might allow them to be captured and then counted.

One could also see poems about birds, miniature oil paintings of birds, the piano sheet music for The Whippoorwills Song and a page showing the Bounty Laws on Birds (1800-1899) from various states, all while being serenaded by bird sounds from above.

The coup de grâce, pouring salt on the wounds of extinction, was the Favorite Indian Recipe book, which includes mouthwatering instructions regarding the preparation of baked woodcock, crow casserole and, moving on from avian treats, roast beaver.

Native Pop! – The Newberry – Mar 20–Jul 19, 2025

I’m somewhat mystified by The Newberry subtitling its Native Pop! exhibit “How Indigenous people have shaped popular culture.”

I say that because the first thing you see when entering the exhibit is a huge poster depicting a struggle between The Incredible Hulk and Black Snake that was created for a protest movement opposing the Dakota Access Pipeline. While significant, this seems far afield from the shaping of pop culture.

(Coincidentally, a day before the exhibit opened, a North Dakota jury found Greenpeace liable for approximately $660 million for defamation, trespassing and other infractions in a case involving the protests against the pipeline.)

The poster is an example of ledger art, which was the adaptation from painting on animal hides to painting on paper (accounting ledgers being one of the most common sources of paper) after the near extermination of the bison herds.

On a lighter (or lightsaber) note, Star Wars is a major pop culture touchstone for Native communities. The Newberry will be presenting the Navajo Language version of Star Wars: A New Hope on May 3rd.

When it came to Star Wars, there literally and figuratively was a shaping of pop culture, as Princess Leia’s well-known coif was inspired by the Hopi squash blossom or butterfly whorl hairstyle, depictions of which are shown next to a photo of the esteemed leader of the Rebel Alliance.

The last item to particularly catch my attention was the Dakotah Scrabble set, including a dictionary. My independent research tells me that it is was created in 2006 (many decades after the original Scrabble, so again, not shaping) as a way to keep the language from dying out. The language already doesn’t have the letters F, J, L, Q, R, V , and X, so who knows what it may lose next.

Booked for the Evening – Newberry Library – Feb. 7, 2025

If only I had brought my checkbook with me, I might have been able to purchase John Bringhurst and Rosina Matern’s Quaker marriage certificate from June 2, 1682 for a mere $5000. But I didn’t, so I limited myself to browsing, and chatting with some of the staff who had been released from their research nooks to be available to wax poetically about the esoteric materials on display.

One table exhibited a collection of early to mid-20th-century house plans, down to things like plumbing fixtures, in case I wanted to build the retro abode of my dreams, like Brendon Frasier did for his parents in Blast from the Past.

Another, which actually held some interest for me, presented the sheet music for twelve Tunisian dances, composed by Ali Ben Salomone, from the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition, made more interesting by the fact that at least some of those dances were notoriously performed by Fatima Djemille, the belly dancer famously known as Little Egypt.

Lastly, I would be remiss in not mentioning the Dutes Miller and Stan Shellabarger Coffee Book display, which might go well with Cosmo Kramer’s coffee table book of coffee tables that turns into a coffee table.

The married couple used a different piece of paper as a coaster for their cups every day from January 25 through August 30, 2020, and apparently forgot to throw them out, so that today I could appreciate the coffee stains and rings they had left.

I would have expected to see something like that at the Museum of Contemporary Art, especially since, it turns out, perhaps not surprisingly, that there is something known as coffee art, though that at least requires some creative value-added over and above putting out a new piece of paper every day.

Making an Impression: Immigrant Printing in Chicago – The Newberry – Dec. 12, 2024 – March 29, 2015

Printing is so yesterday. Now it’s all about videos, DMs and deep fake photos, although the U.S. Supreme Court has installed a speed bump in the social media highway for about 170 million people.

Hickory Dickory Dock,
China is on the clock
The Court voted nine to none
That their U.S. time was done
For providing us their Tik and their Tok.

So let’s discuss printing. Chicago in the late 19th, early 20th century, produced newspapers for over 20 different foreign language communities.

The current Newberry exhibit made an impression on me, but not totally in a good way. I understand why documents are protectively placed behind glass, but could the library at least put them close enough to the viewer so that they can be read. That said, I press on.

The highlight, for me, was the section dealing with the company of Curt Teich, a- German immigrant who arrived here in 1895 at the age of 18. The company secretly printed 3 million maps for the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers in World War II that were used for invasions and as decoy maps. A couple were on display, but, again, were hard to view in person, so I went online afterward, but couldn’t find them. Apparently still a secret.

The company was also known for its postcards, printing up to 250 million a year depicting places around the country. Among those on display were a few featuring a Chicago Chinese restaurant, which left me wanting more.

Museum of Contemporary Art – October 1, 2024

Finally, a way to promote societal interests through the recycling of my old tea bags. Apparently, ala Tania Bruguera’s Poetic Justice collage at the Museum of Contemporary Art, I can sew hundreds of them together on canvas and then convince someone that the result belongs in a museum as part of an exhibit called Trade Windings: De-Lineating the American Tropics.

Martha Stewart would be proud.

Not to be outdone in terms of using items found around the house, Juana Valdés created a boat sail (Tranquil Waterways) by sewing together cotton handkerchiefs, which by the look of them, had not, fortunately, unlike the tea bags, already served their original purpose.

I guess I’m going to have to learn how to sew.

Moving on to the Arthur Jafa: Works from the MCA Collection exhibit, I was visually overwhelmed, but not literally overpowered, by the credible cutout of The Incredible Hulk, though somewhat disappointed that it wasn’t made by sewing together leftover containers from carryout orders.

I concluded with Virginia Jaramillo: Principle of Equivalence, which, I must grudgingly admit, had a series of simple, elegant, unpretentious acrylics on canvas that I wouldn’t be embarrassed to hang on my walls. Bet you didn’t see that one coming.

 

 

Clown Torture and Spectrum Colors Arranged by Chance – Art Institute of Chicago – August 30, 2024

I’ve never been scared of clowns, as some people are. I’ve always liked them, until I saw Bruce Nauman’s Clown Torture.

The exhibit, at the museum until November, is described as “utter cacophony, an aural and visual assault.” Is that a good thing? Not to me.

The “artist’s” suggested viewing time of the four films is an hour. A minute is more than enough. The only one that I found at all interesting was of a clown sitting on an accessible toilet reading a magazine (that should tell you something), but the awful racket from the other films, playing simultaneously, drove me from the theater before I could fully appreciate the profundity of the bathroom’s mise-en-scène.

Fortunately, I thought, I could salvage my visit with the soon-to-close Elizabeth Kelly 10-piece exhibit of Spectrum Colors Arranged by Chance. Swing and a miss.

Using papier gommette, which is, we are told, commonly used by French schoolchildren, Kelly’s work fits right into that mode.

She is described as one of the 20th century’s defining artists, creating collages using the “modified random technique.” If it’s random, what skill is she bringing to the table? I’m guessing this is one instance where no one would be able to tell the difference between Kelly’s work and one produced by artificial intelligence, except perhaps by the price tags.

A Bigger Table: 50 Years of the Chicago Poetry Center – Poetry Foundation – July 25, 2024

I’ve walked past the Poetry Foundation approximately three million times since it opened its current location in 2011, and, until now, never stopped in. Part of the reason was that, on the first nine hundred fifty three thousand two hundred twelve or so occasions, I couldn’t figure out where the door was.

It wasn’t just me. A review of the building on the Chicago Detours tour company website said: “Upon initial entry I became briefly confused as an eddy of space was revealed. I found an court that was easily interpreted as the main entry, though it is a dead end.”

But, today, I approached from a different side and voila, an epiphany, as if I were Newton under the apple tree. I believe I had some help, as physical changes have been made, again, not just according to me, but also confirmed by someone I ran into on the street, later, on my way out.

The current exhibit is A Bigger Table: 50 Years of the Chicago Poetry Center. I have no idea where the organization was housed prior to 2011, perhaps in some bohemian cafe that was big enough to warehouse over 30,000 volumes.

Of the 30 or so short poems covering one of the walls, I could find only one, Wish You Were Here, by Denise Duhamel, that drew me in. It started, “I’m writing to you from inside a red m&m.” Unfortunately, it wasn’t like a wine tasting, where they pair cheeses. No bites were available.

Chicago Style: Mike Royko and Windy City Journalism – The Newberry – June 25, 2024

I was an avid reader of Mike Royko, whose influence on me may be somewhat evident in my own irreverent style.

Though I don’t think we exchanged any pleasantries, I was present at his August 15, 1971 penny-pitching contest in the Chicago Daily News parking lot, the famous large photo of which adorns the exhibit. Unfortunately I’m not captured in the shot.

Royko won the 1972 Pulitzer Prize for Commentary. If I hope to follow in his footsteps, I may need to make some adjustments.

The exhibit includes four typed pages, with handwritten edits, from Royko’s book Boss. Perhaps I should start showing all my tracked changes in my blog, though doing so would break the illusion I hoped to create that my prose just comes gushing out of me fully-formed,

Then there was the matter of Royko’s “fictional neighborhood-guy everyman” Slats Grobnik. Do I need my own alter ego? (Then I wouldn’t have to write “I” so much.) What would he be like?

Finally, there’s all the good contacts he had (and I don’t). His rolodex (what’s that?) was on display, open to the card for Studs Terkel. I sat next to Terkel at a restaurant once, but no contact information was exchanged. I need to find my own names to drop, which means I might have to interact with people.

To that end, and further inspired by the display of some of Royko’s press passes, I have located the page on the United States Press Agency website with information regarding press passes for bloggers. Also, now that the Democratic National Convention Committee has announced that it will allow social media content creators to apply for credentials to cover the 2024 convention in Chicago (that’s going to be interesting), that could be my ticket to fame and fortune, and my own exhibit at The Newberry.