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Between them, Dominique de Menil, Hopps and the architect Renzo Piano have got it exactly right: this building, and the thinking behind it, comes as close to the musee imaginaire of one's hopes as one has any right to expect in America today. As a privately funded museum it is free to avoid the cliches of its bigger brethren. No boutiques, no blockbusters, no sense of competition with other museums. No sense of the sealed-off art bunker, either, with overlighted objects caught like startled animals in the glare of spotlights. Above all, none of the grandiosity and architectural...
Most of the art is in storage on the floor above, accessible to scholars but not overcrowding the walls below. There is no sense of display, no anxious signaling about peak experiences. Piano's design eschews the high-tech theatrics that made such a mess of the Centre Pompidou in Paris, which he co- designed a decade ago. If ever one building in an architect's career made amends for another, it is this. Imagine something akin to the Frick Museum, but with fewer masterpieces and devoted to the juncture between modernism and the archaic, a place where disinterested aesthetic...
...studio in Charlotte to Heritage USA and, finally, to the 500-room Heritage Grand Hotel and its sister, the unfinished Heritage Towers. Bakker's ultimate fantasy was a $100 million replication of London's Crystal Palace. A painting of that now canceled project still stands forlornly near the gilded piano in the lobby of the Heritage Grand Hotel...
...parchment eyelids flutter open at the thought of his music. "I'm learning a new repertoire," he says when the coughing subsides. "Schubert, Beethoven and Brahms sonatas. Life and art are inseparable -- you love it and you give it away." He rises from bed and slowly walks to his piano, sits and begins a short piece by Leos Janacek. He opens the nearest window and begins playing with more authority, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, a hand poised dramatically to flourish over the keys. His eyes open again, and now they glow like coals from beneath the white...
...bake cupcakes for Yaz's birthday. I sped down the left lane of Rte. 128 a few summers ago to catch up with a car driven by Bruce Hurst. My brother and I approached Bob Stanley in Polcari's restaurant and told him that our Mom used to take piano lessons in his hometown...