





Yesterday we visited the Art Institute for “Frida Kahlo’s Month in Paris: A Friendship with Mary Reynolds” (where I captured the images above) and the Driehaus for “Materialities.” In the evening, we saw Henry Johnson at Victory Gardens Theater.

I’m particularly looking forward to Daniel Mendelsohn’s translation of The Odyssey. Related article here.

… with a sort of heady excitement: ‘There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.’”
One of my favorite books has reached its centennial: “100 years later, ‘The Great Gatsby’ still speaks to the troubled dream of America.”

My photo of Desert Forms (Hughie Lee-Smith; 1957).
In March, during a visit to the Art Institute, I saw this painting in a way I think of as “again for the first time.” The plaque indicates that the artist “often situated enigmatic people in bleak landscapes,” a reflection of Lee-Smith’s experience as an African American. Earlier that month, I had reread “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” (T.S. Eliot; 1915), and the painting evoked in me the same sense of depthless anxiety and loss the poem did:
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all….

Visited the Milwaukee Art Museum for Art in Bloom.