Showing posts with label Rivera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rivera. Show all posts

Monday, February 13, 2017

Winter in LA 2017


 
Picasso and Rivera LACMA February 1
 
Our second only in LA experience (the first involved driving forty-five minutes on busy Freeways to catch a flic…one that will likely never play anywhere near Kenmore…but I digress.) We took in the pricey but all together worthwhile Picasso and Rivera: Conversations Across Time at LACMA. Who knew they knew each other? Not I. We learned that both had been admitted to their country’s academies at an early age, both showed similar novel approaches to the classicism in which they were instructed. (I’d seen Picasso juvenilia before; Rivera’s, seen in this show, are remarkably similar.) We learned that Rivera moved to Paris in the early 20th century and fell in with Picasso, Braque and Gris where he took up cubism. Picasso and Rivera cubist paintings, hung by each other are remarkably similar. Each, of course, went their separate ways and are best known for the work they did subsequently. Rivera is best known for his murals and since they can’t be put on display here, the elaborate cartoons that went into the murals’ creation sufficiently substitute.
This is one of the best curated shows we’ve seen. That includes a very large screen video that lovingly pans over details of Picasso’s Guernica and Rivera’s mural at the City College of San Francisco then finishes with each successively full screen.
 

 
   

“The Abduction from the Seraglio” by Mozart

 LA Opera, Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, February 8


Rivera is best known for his murals and since they can’t be put on display here, the elaborate cartoons that went into the murals creation sufficiently substitute.
This is one of the best curated shows we’ve seen. That includes a very large screen video that lovingly pans over details of Picasso’s Guernica and Rivera’s mural at the City College of San Francisco then finishes with each successively full screen
We’ve come to expect superior staging from this company and we weren’t disappointed. The opera is transposed to the 1920’s. The set, the interior of a lavish railcar on the Orient Express, can slide side to side revealing attendant cars. Scenery rolls by outside. The costumes, lighting, the direction, all of what is stagecraft was world class. The performers were all technically terrific if not exceptional. Best in the cast: Basso Profundo Morris Robinson as Osmin (right) and Soprano So Young Park as Blonde (far left). Canny opera goers Shelley, Jennifer, Erik and I, were, if not blown away, left pleased that we’d been there.


Los Angeles Philharmonic, Walt Disney Hall, February 10.

 
We’re back in the magnificent Disney Hall. It’s a chance to hear new music in one of the world’s great music venues. Composer Thomas Adès is at the podium. He opens with Sibelius, “The Bard”, light but lovely harp dominated, followed by Saint-Saëns lively “Danse Macabre”. Then it’s the US premier of his own “Lieux Retrouvés” re-orchestrated from a piano-cello duo into a full on four movement cello concerto. Collaborator Steven Isserlis plays cello with abandon. Potent stuff and in its third movement, moments of incandescent beauty.
 At intermission we explore the ever so many contrasting parts of this striking Frank Geary structure. We discover that the reason the section in which our seats are located is called the garden level is its doors open to a charming garden. It’s a cool rainy night so we don’t linger but mark where, when next we’re back here, we’ll head with our intermission flutes of champagne.
 The second half of the program is given over to Adès’s “Totentanz”. This is the West Coast premiere of Adès’s 2013 composition. The original soloists, mezzo Christianne Stotijn and baritone Simon Keenlyside, are here. Set to an anonymous 15th Century text, Keenlyside intones death calling out the highest to the lowest to his lethal dance while Stotijn replies as each faces his or her fate. It’s at times powerful, a knight meets death in a barrage of percussion, at times breathtakingly beautiful, a young maiden’s lament in duet with death soars to Wagnerian heights. This is a unique and powerful composition, a strong candidate to rank with the best new music of the new century.

 

 Steven Isserlis plays cello. Potent stuff and in its third movement, moments of incandescent beauty.
At intermission we explore the ever so many contrasting parts of this striking Frank Geary structure. We discover that the reason the section in which our seats are located is called the garden level is its doors open to a charming garden. It’s a cool rainy night so we don’t linger but mark where, when next we’re back here, we’ll head with our intermission flutes of champagne.
The second half of the program is given over to Adès’s “Totentanz”. This is the West Coast premiere of Adès’s 2013 composition. The original soloists, mezzo Christianne Stotijn and baritone Simon Keenlyside, are here. Set to an anonymous 15th Century text, Keenlyside intones death calling out the highest to the lowest to his lethal dance while Stotijn replies as each faces his or her fate. It’s at times powerful, a knight meets death in a barrage of percussion, at times breathtakingly beautiful, a young maiden’s lament in duet with death is Wagnerian. This is a unique and powerful composition, a strong candidate to rank with the best new music of the new century. Steven Isserlis plays cello. Potent stuff and in its third movement, moments of incandescent beauty.
At intermission we explore the ever so many contrasting parts of this striking Frank Geary structure. We discover that the reason the section in which our seats are located is called the garden level is its doors open to a charming garden. It’s a cool rainy night so we don’t linger but mark where, when next we’re back here, we’ll head with our intermission flutes of champagne.
The second half of the program is given over to Adès’s “Totentanz”. This is the West Coast premiere of Adès’s 2013 composition. The original soloists, mezzo Christianne Stotijn and baritone Simon Keenlyside, are here. Set to an anonymous 15th Century text, Keenlyside intones death calling out the highest to the lowest to his lethal dance while Stotijn replies as each faces his or her fate. It’s at times powerful, a knight meets death in a barrage of percussion, at times breathtakingly beautiful, a young maiden’s lament in duet with death is Wagnerian. This is a unique and powerful composition, a strong candidate to rank with the best new music of the new century.