Saturday, February 8, 2020

Tourists of the Anthropocene

Before there were selfies: Bruce and I interact with life-size, 3-D reproductions of famous Impressionist paintings, May 2007, Grounds for Sculpture, Hamilton, New Jersey
Last night, Bruce and I saw Douglas Coupland live and in person onstage at the recently reopened Paradise Theatre.

Coupland was in conversation with someone insufficiently famous to have his name on the playbill, so I can't tell you who he was. I can, however, tell you what he was along with being Coupland's #1 fan. He was a professor of something or other, was intimately acquainted with every iota of Coupland's corpus and played the very essence of the fawning academic. 

Coupland's appearance was to help promote his show "Fordite: Neominerology in the Anthropocene" which plays on how layers of old car paint mined from decommissioned vehicle manufacturing plants have been turned into a modern gem stone.

As interesting as Coupland's work can be sometimes, there is nothing less stimulating than two rumple-dressed middle-aged white guys sharing their own special language about Coupland's fixation with the objects of the modern age and how their persistence in the environment articulates with pathos, humour and horror the dilemma of the human condition.

It was a well-spent hour, but I was starting to nod off at the end.

On Monday, we are off to Amsterdam where the temperatures are in the lowest double digits and the rain forecast hovers around 40% for every day we're there.

Thanks for reading!

Have a great week!

Karen







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