Having spent maybe too much time with the other exhibits, we needed to return to the Denver Art Museum today for more of the Spun exhibit and two others, one of which carried an extra charge I wasn’t willing to pay, but Caroline was quite interested. With no photography allowed, I had little interest in visiting while Caroline busied herself exploring things.

Figure to Field was the title of the exhibit featuring work by Mark Rothko out of the 1940s. Clandestinely, I was able to snag a couple of photos of the Rothko works.

I’m surprised either of these images turned out as it’s never easy with a DSLR to be discreet and quickly snap the photo when security is out of eye and earshot.

I hung out in front of the museum while Caroline was inside visiting the Nick Cave: Sojourn exhibit, and that’s not the Australian Nick Cave from The Birthday Party or Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds fame but the other Nick Cave the American sculptor, dancer, performance artist, and professor. Again, no photography allowed, but Caroline managed to get a couple, so to tell you more, I’ll turn the next image and paragraph over to my wife.

I was surprised and delighted by the Nick Cave exhibit. I had never heard of “this” Nick Cave, and his work is phenomenal, especially the sound suits, which are incredibly detailed costumes often used in dance performances. Each one is unique, and many involve painstakingly arranged buttons and other decorative items. Unfortunately, the single good photo that I was able to sneak appears to be lost on my hard drive. By the way, I remember desperately digging through the Art Museum’s gift store for a sound suit memento or a postcard, and they had nothing other than an expensive book. 

While Caroline was busy appreciating the art and I was outside grinding my teeth about these silly rules about photography, I spent my time writing until she emerged, and instead of hugging me, she went right for the steer. Oh well, I probably wasn’t all that sweet after stewing in my grump.

Dinner was at an incredibly wonderful place called Root Down that we’ll remember for years; it was a big wow.