Dakh Daughters

Dakh Daughters Freak Cabaret at The MIM in Phoenix, Arizona

Welcome to the Freak Cabaret brought to you tonight by the Dakh Daughters at the Musical Instrument Museum. Caroline hinted at having some interest in this group from Kyiv, Ukraine, a month or so ago, but I was kind of ho-hum about them. Sure we’d seen the woman on the right with DakhaBrakha a couple of times, but the video of this group’s live performance hadn’t swayed me so I skipped picking up tickets at that time. Then a few days ago she reminded me that they were playing on Monday night, so obviously, her interest was greater than her hint. With that I took a gander at the MIM’s website for some seats and sure enough with just 24 hours before the show there were two seats in the 4th row (our favorite) that were reserved for handicap access. I took a wager that they might stay free and so I bought them with my fingers crossed.

Turns out these six women are infinitely better live and in-person than on the video. The strongest sense I got from this troupe is that we are in the age of women’s empowerment. Not that their lyrics suggested such, but just their presence spoke to owning the stage and their craft. Regarding the lyrics that were mostly sung in Ukrainian: their background video had subtitles that allowed us to read along with what they were singing. It was mildly distracting, but they were a great reference to glean an idea of what their songs were all about. Then again I can’t say I understood the meaning of what I was reading anyway. How lucky we are that we live in an age where an all-woman cabaret act from the former Soviet Union travels to the desert to entertain us.

Yup’ik and Matisse at the Heard

Caroline Wise at the Yup'ik Mask Exhibit titled “Yua: Henri Matisse and the Inner Arctic Spirit” in the Heard Museum Phoenix, Arizona

So is the third time really the charm? No, every visit has been charming. Caroline and I find ourselves yet again at the Heard Museum for “Yua: Henri Matisse and the Inner Arctic Spirit” that is on exhibit through February 3rd. Today we are here to pick up the catalog from the show, have some lunch in the Courtyard Café, listen to a talk titled “Indigenous Artistic Interpretations of Henri Matisse” and visit with the masks of the Yup’ik one more time before they move on.

Just before the talk was to begin Sean Mooney, co-curator of this special exhibit and co-author of the catalog, walked into the auditorium and we asked him to sign our book. After Sean so graciously accommodated our request us it was Chuna McIntyre’s turn: he gifted Caroline and me with a greeting in Yup’ik and a small drawing of a mask. Chuna is the other co-curator of the exhibit and co-author of the catalog. Our book is now a treasure and part of the history of the Yup’ik; we are profoundly grateful. Click here to watch a video from 2015 of the two in discussion regarding Yup’ik mask culture.

The talk got underway with the first question going to Anna Tsouhlarakis who is part Navajo, Greek, and Creek. She discussed ideas of influence and appropriation while finding balance between cultural sensitivities when creating her own art. Chuna was next and he explained how, once the object of art has done its job and is released into a new life as inspiration to others, it is up to those who take temporary possession in their imaginations to do what they will. Next up was Jacob Meders who discussed how culture from the past and present combine with choices in materials that build bridges across time and culture to link peoples. Jacob is a resident of the Phoenix area teaching at ASU but is originally from California and the Mechoopda people of the Maidu tribe. The three panelists talked with us for an hour before taking our questions.

I have to thank everyone who participated in this great exhibit and special gratitude to David Roche, the Heard Museum CEO who hosted this right here in Phoenix, Arizona: the only place on earth to witness this historic collection of Yup’ik masks and the works of Henri Matisse who was deeply influenced by them. Click here to watch another video about the exhibit.

Heli Jafar

Yesterday didn’t work out, but today did. Jeffrey has been trying to get me to go flying with him in his jet helicopter for nearly 6 months. Back in the summer, I wouldn’t go because he was getting out to the hangar in Mesa by 7:00 a.m. due to the heat of the day and the fact that his copter doesn’t have air-conditioning. As it cooled down our schedules simply weren’t coinciding to allow me to go up with him. Truth be known I also needed Jeffrey to get over 200 hours in the pilot’s seat so I could rest assured that he knew what he was doing.

Fountain Hills, Arizona

Of course, I should have trusted him more than that, as he has been after this goal since October 2015 when he started flying lessons. So he and I met up and drove out to Mesa this morning and by 9:30 we were in the air flying out over Fountain Hills towards Carefree. His takeoff was perfect though I think he took measured steps when we began hovering while he gauged how much weight I added to his bird. Towards our east side, things were hazy and getting cloudy and by the time we reached our turn around point, we were only about 200 feet below the clouds which put us flying somewhere near 1,000 feet over the desert.

To the west, the sky was relatively clear and after passing over a V-shaped wedge in the McDowell Mountains just left of Tom’s Thumb we were soon over Fountain Hills again. From there we turned west to buzz a corner of Scottsdale and then pointed the helicopter southeast for the quick trek back to Mesa.

Was I nervous at all? Of course, I was. But it turns out that Jeffrey is an excellent pilot attentive to every detail with great focus on everything around him. From take-off to landing he moved assuredly through every maneuver. Prior to take-off, he went through a comprehensive check of all systems while visually inspecting all key areas that are essential to the proper function of this craft that is a million times cooler than any Ferrari.

Will I go up with him again? Absolutely and most likely that will be as early as next week. I shot some video today that I hope to edit into a short clip this weekend, though as I write that I’m thinking that I should consider something more in-depth that talks to him about his motivation and ambition that got him here. To that end, I gifted him a blog website on his birthday last year where he could write about his adventure. While he’s not very vigilant in that effort, it can be found at HeliJafar.

Jessica Was Here

Jessica Aldridge in Phoenix. Arizona

My daughter Jessica came to town last week to hang out in Phoenix. During these visits, she often picks up a number of books from us from the titles we thought she might appreciate. In the first few days she read and finished “Arbitrary Stupid Goal” by Tamara Shopsin which Caroline and I have not read yet; it’s in our stack of needing to read next to our front door. That stack represents the books destined to be read in the car while Caroline is a passenger acting as our audiobook reader. Currently, she and I are making our way through a 600-page tome titled “A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century” by Barbara W. Tuchman that we picked up at Beach Books in Seaside, Oregon, back in November. After Jessica plowed through her first book she picked up “Don’t Sleep There Are Snakes” by Daniel Everett.

Last summer Caroline had seen that an exhibition about Teotihuacan was opening at the Phoenix Art Museum in October and that they were running a special to become a member of the Museum. While I called and ordered the membership back then, it took us until this past Friday and having my daughter in town for us to finally take advantage of our status. On Friday after the Museum closed we attended a behind-the-scenes tour of the exhibit for 35 guests, all either new or freshly renewed members. It was an interesting look at the logistics of the years of preparation, coordination, and teamwork that goes on to host such an event. The three of us were wowed, to say the least. Matter of fact we’d planned a return visit for the next day at 1:00 p.m. for a docent-led tour on a number of pieces in the exhibit.

Teotihuacan exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum in Arizona

That next day, January 12th, was a special day for Caroline and me because it was our 25th wedding anniversary. Not ones for celebration beyond our casual everyday amazement flowing through our lives we went into the day without much fanfare. Leaving the museum after our tour the night before we stopped at the door to speak with a young man named Mark who was quite knowledgeable about all things pre-Columbian Mexico and after piquing our interests even further about the Teotihuacan period he made a restaurant recommendation that proved too busy for us last night, but this afternoon it was quiet enough to warrant a stop. Joyride Taco House is a hipster joint that was almost too hipsterish for us boring people whose moments preening in the sun have come and gone. Food was great, but the pretentiousness and Tinder photo shoots were a bit over the top.

Mask from the exhibit titled, "Yua: Henri Matisse and the Inner Arctic Spirit" at the Heard Museum in Phoenix, Arizona

Sunday drew us into the Heard Museum where an exhibit titled, “Yua: Henri Matisse and the Inner Arctic Spirit” was on display. The backstory is about how the masks of the Yup’ik people of western Alaska influenced the later work of Henri Matisse. At that time Inuit dance masks were becoming collector items all over the world so that this exhibition saw many masks that originally were meant to be part of an ensemble, but had been dispersed all over the globe, become reunited with their kin for the first time in many years. By sheer coincidence, we found a book titled “Kabloona” (an Inuit term for white people) on display here which also currently resides in our aforementioned “books to be read” pile on our kitchen counter. Caroline had ordered it just the other week because she had run into it in audiobook form and liked it so much she thought I might enjoy it as well. It turns out that Matisse found it of influence to his own Eskimo studies.

On Monday, as on the previous days since her arrival, Jessica and I spent a good part of the day in yet another coffee shop chatting and occasionally she’d get a small amount of reading done. Mostly though we talked. How is it we had so much to talk about? Like most people do at least a few times during the course of their lives she’s in one of those phases where she is pondering the direction her life needs to take. To say my daughter has been difficult, belligerent even, prior to the past six months would not be an understatement. Many things we’ve talked about have been spoken of before but more often than not she recoiled on those prior occasions interpreting them mostly as attacks. I’m certain that this is nothing new to most parents, but I don’t have a lot of experience in doing the fathering thing.

Tomorrow Jessica will head back to San Diego and my thought of driving out with her for a week is being scuttled, as I hope she’ll think heavily on her situation and most everything we could discuss has been said.

Teotihuacan in Phoenix

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Things are not always what they seem: this blog post was not written on either of the days we collected these images on January 11th and 12th, 2019. The reason this moved back into our minds now is that we recently visited Mexico; today as I write this it is actually March 27, 2022. While we were traveling, we looked for reference material with regards to this exhibit on my blog here and saw that there was nothing. I’m fixing that today.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

The special exhibit Teotihuacan: City of Water, City of Fire at the Phoenix Art Museum was running from October 6, 2018, through January 27, 2019, so we only had days left to see it. Admittedly, sometimes we find ourselves ignoring all media about Phoenix as usually there is not much going on anyway and by taking in the cultural information we have to also be witness to the violence and tragedies that unfold in our city.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

With more than 200 objects on display, we were attending a docent-led tour on the evening of the 11th. The event was scheduled for museum members only, so we signed up for membership to the museum  and were happy to take advantage of this great opportunity and to support future exhibits like this one.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

We visited a second night as we didn’t feel like we’d had our fill yesterday. But here’s where a big issue arises, why in the world did I use my phone on the second night to capture these images?

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Little did we know back then in 2019 that we’d one day have the opportunity to visit Teotihuacan, the site of origin of these amazing artifacts and see a bunch of Mayan and Aztec pieces of history in Mexico.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Back in November 2004 around Thanksgiving time, we’d made a trip to San Francisco after Caroline learned of the Courtly Art of the Ancient Maya exhibit that had taken up temporary residence at the Legion of Honor museum after being hosted in Washington D.C. from April thru July, lucky us.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Now we can identify things that we are looking at, they are braziers.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

This is the detail of another brazier.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

The funny thing about the photos I did capture, my memory says there were other pieces here. I now have to wonder if we’d visited another exhibit of Mayan antiquities that are lost somewhere in my brain I cannot access? Maybe as I continue working through old photos, I’ll discover that other exhibit.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

And regarding what we did see and photograph, I was astonished at the time, but now after visiting the anthropological museum in Mexico City and the Templo Mayor museum there too, this was just a small taste of an immensely rich cake.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Don’t get me wrong, we were honored that even this small collection came to our city but I could have never guessed that seeing so many of them in their country of origin would have the emotional impact that it did.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

I don’t know if this is a she or he but whoever it was, they are beautiful.

Mayan Exhibit at the Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona

Just a whole bunch of wow…my memory has faded but I think this vessel in fact held a whole bunch of wow.

The Eviscerated Mind

Sunrise in Utah from 2003

It’s January 1st, 2019, and we are just a year away from having 20/20 hindsight about what will have occurred and not occurred during the intervening year. We are no closer to starting the important conversations about the direction humanity should take regarding cost, quality, and availability of education, online verifiable and secure voting, universal basic income, protection of the environment, affordable healthcare open to all, a global initiative to secure food and water resources along with viable transportation of goods, and honest and truthful news that arrives at our fingertips.

Instead, we are distracted by geopolitical shenanigans orchestrated by the people in charge who play poker with our environment, healthcare, education, and participation in democracy. We allow these “leaders” to derail important conversations while instilling fear by portraying pandemic crime, war, immigration, and economic malaise as the major threats that face people’s well-being.

Leadership starts with a conversation, not a lecture or announcement that the boogeyman is hiding in the shadows. We need to discuss why doing well for all is bad to those who decry that we should even try. We are told that problems on a global scale are intractable and yet the individuals that make up this global population are able to feed, clothe, educate, treat, and comfort 7 billion fellow inhabitants. It is not the dictums from presidents, czars, kings, prime ministers, mayors, or senators that the organization of humanity relies on; it is the individual citizen cooperating with others in the community that gets the job done.

Too many people are rendered into feeling like parasites, ashamed that we need each other in a symbiotic relationship formerly known as community. We are given enough resources to survive and witness others losing everything in order to force our silence and buy acceptance that we have what we have. We are encouraged to be greedy because greed is flaunted as good all around us. We are shown what opulence looks like and what we should aspire to have it. The reality is that we cannot all live in gilded mansions, but we can have certain expectations.

I’m not cheering for communism or even socialism, nor am I suggesting a form of anarchy, but I am suggesting that our planet’s only possible direction is participatory culture. It’s going to require a much more enlightened population that can start to understand the logic of a system in balance instead of the blind march into disequilibrium. The whole must encourage the individual and find those people inspired enough to help themselves while real leadership supports them through mentoring and not burdening them with debt.

We have eviscerated the mind, which only sets the stage for revolution and the downfall of those who fostered the decline of the masses. When people are without purpose, and the individual is lacking the satisfaction of accomplishment, a festering boil of rot is brewing. Humans require the challenge of stepping into the unknown. We are biologically driven to explore and share what we’ve found.

In the moments of discovering conspiracy theories, fake news, memes, and other fringe banalities, we are driving ourselves over the cliff like lemmings falling to their death. In this sense, social media is, in fact, likely contributing to the dumbing-down of our population. Short of a rapid roll-out of artificial intelligence-driven real-time intervention when people encounter such nonsense, we are probably going to continue having to deal with large swaths of our fellow citizens being abused by their own infatuation with the absurd.

The fatal flaw in my hopes for a new Renaissance is likely the fact that chaos is at work, and it’s a lot more chaotic today than in 14th-century Europe. Back then, when the population of Italy was estimated to be about 12 million people, and the city of Florence, where the Renaissance was born was a mere 80,000 inhabitants, nobody could have guessed that they were about to influence all of humanity.

We no longer focus on a particular city for the progress they might be making. We tend to dismiss innovation, as demonstrated by our current hostility towards the likes of Amazon and Tesla. Nobody cares if a school is exceptional and setting new trends and standards. Instead, we are waging populist wars of nationalistic anger over immigration, gender identity, and espionage, along with tainted news and information that has gone awry due to faults in our emerging social media.

We cannot see the gilded lining of our age, and we probably will not be able to due in large part to our fear of change. Nearly 700 years ago, the people of Europe were ripe for a great leap forward following The Black Death, as it had become an even greater imperative to conquer ignorance. Today, on the verge of our own potential intellectual plagues, we cannot muster the wherewithal to act in our best interests. If we cannot rise to the occasion when the current reality portends horrible outcomes, then how will we place progress back onto the pedestal of human goals?