Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts

Sunday, July 7, 2013

The (He)Art Institute of Chicago



The Art Institute of Chicago - There is a 120 years old connection between this place and a lot of Indians. Swami Vivekananda spoke in the International Parliament of religions, talking about the pride of India and Hinduism across to the west. I am not going to talk about an event that most Indians know. I am going to write here about a very thought provoking experience that I had while visiting this place.



The plan to visit Chicago over the long weekend was just made 3 weeks before. Chose to take train, opted for a cheap hostel in the middle of the city instead of an expensive Hotel or Motel outside the city. My transportation during the entire 3 days was just a 20$ CTA pass and lots of walking. Planning on sightseeing, I acquired a CityPASS for Chicago that offers me discounted entries to 5 important attractions in the City. “The Art Institute of Chicago” came as an option to choose alongside the Adler Planetarium. After missing on my schedule to continuously for 2 days to make up to the Planetarium, was taking a second look at the suggested attractions near the Michigan Avenue on my Trip Advisor – Chicago App. #1 of 595 places to see in Chicago was “The Art institute of Chicago”. Planned it as the first thing the next morning and joined the long queue 40 mins before the institute was open for public. While waiting in the queue, a visitor guide came along and suggested that I can download the institute’s Android app to plan my tour inside.

Being an early bird has its own benefits as I got my free Audio guide equipment which otherwise costs 7$. While I still have some unanswered questions on how most of these exhibits are available in Chicago from across the world, the wide range beats my previous experiences of similar exhibits in Tanjore museum or the Egmore museum. Apart from the Saraswati and Mahaveer statues from North India, there were some exhibits from the excavations in Tamilnadu like that of the Ardhanareeswarar and Dhakshinamoorthy. The historical learning and audio commentary on some of the art works were so intriguing and raised by hair so many times.


The Chinese and Japanese artworks went deep as Pre-Buddha and Post-Buddha eras on their clay utensils and architectures. The Greek depiction of minute stone works for various art on the walls should have been the fore father of modern day collage art. If one has to predict the level of beauty by just studying the art and architecture across the world, I would rate that Greek men and women must have been the most beautiful looking at their marble bust.


Setting aside the appreciation of the art and history of Japan, India, Indonesia, Greece, Egypt and France, there were few exhibits that arouse some emotional connect and boundless questions. These were the exhibits from Africa and Native Americans. Digging deep into the history of the Americas in the last 400 years, it is the sweat of one and the blood of another on which the foundation of the skyscrapers were laid on. The story of the blood and sweat were associated with the transformation of the art and crafts from these areas. These people were wearing the most decorated pieces of art on themselves while the others were putting it on the pots and architecture. Still have some deep questions and anger on how many artisans were caught, cuffed and shipped to just do plantation around the clock. It is still believed that they were the one who brought most of the technology of working with metals from the forests of Africa to the yesteryear Americas.



A special collection of Art works by various artists from Europe on nudity was indeed thought provoking. Most artists appreciate nudity as art beyond vulgarity. But most of the items in this collection went a step beyond depicting humanity and culture beyond flesh.
 
There was a big crowd of members of the Art institute on this day to watch another special collection on “Impressionism, Fashion and Modernity” all the way from France. These were series of oil paintings on Canvas by a bunch of artists from the 18th and 19th century of France. Some of the best art works I have ever seen and probably the best of the life size portrait painters of that era. Photography was not allowed in this exhibit and the art works were accompanied by the actual props/apparels used by the models of these paintings. I spent a lot of time taking a close look at the hue distribution and color shadings being a keen learner of arts myself.


The next time I happen to have a transit though Chicago for more than 5 hours, I might just take a bus to this place to spend a couple of hours more. If you are a true seeker of art in life and life in art, it is THE PLACE!

Monday, December 31, 2012

The Economy 'Glass'

This is my third overseas travel in 6 years and to the same place again. But what is so unique is about this one is that I am traveling without a return ticket. This time, I am off to Detroit, MI, USA for a new position offered by our organization's US wing, LMS North America. Having lived a very social life outdoors in Chennai recent years, it was an opportunity to shake my butt off the lazy routine and get some serious learning and little savings. While I lift my life from a happy life to comfortable life, there are lot of others I encountered in the travel going from struggle to self-containment or conflict to peace.



As you can see, the Economy class travel is a transparent glass with not much concealing as the First class or Business class. I had over 24 hours to reach my destination and filled with lot of entertainment out through the glass. While I jumped a long queue of 20+ passengers waiting to check-in, just because I checked-in already online, I had other factors to slow me down. While I filled in those immigration forms, started helping a barber flying to Muscat all the way from Kambam. Soon landed up helping fill forms for half a dozen of them flying in Emirates Airlines to Sharjah or else where through. All of them helpers, drivers, carpenters and masons from Trichy, Orathanadu, Cuddalore, etc. That is what I defined as struggle to self-containment.

While I cherished the 'extra leg room' upgrade offered for free on the fly to Hong Kong with a Indian student on the route to Los Angeles who slept for most of the time, I did not miss the young mother with an infant on her lap for 90% of the fly time and even managed to eat holding the heavy tray of food in one hand and the baby still sleeping on her elbow and lap. No cribbing. No smiling. Just a neutral face all the way.

Got an extra 30 mins on what was supposed to be a 50 mins layover in Hong Kong. Huh.. a 14 hour fly is still pending! Happy to have the adjacent seat empty and a comfortable aisle seat. My first conversation was to help a totally confused young lad in the other aisle seat when he was handed over the Immigration and customs declaration forms. The boy was 21 from Bangladesh, traveling with his mom to US and could not even express what Visa he was traveling on. Initially degraded down on my English to help him understand what those forms are meant for and he was so ignorant that he said that his sister in Chicago would come and fill the forms for him after reaching the destination. Later he got to know that I am from India and we agreed to communicate in Hindi that we both agreed to crusade by the end of the travel. The younger chatterbox was downplaying Bangladesh all his talks and told a lot about his family with brothers settled in UK, sister settled in US and his dad who took treatment in Apollo Hospitals, Chennai 10 years ago and passed away later in Dhaka. Only while reading his Passport to fill the immigration forms, I realized that he was traveling in an immigrant Visa and his old mom already had a Green card. This young lad wants to get settled in US, far away from Bangladesh where their family had been through catastrophes. This is what I defined as conflict to peace. 



The long 4 hours layover in Chicago turned out to be a 5.5 hours layover. A whole lot of respects to the mothers who travel all alone with hyperactive kids managing to feed them, convince them and walk/roll them from one gate to another every time it is changed. The little I can do was to help pull their extra cabin baggage from one gate to another.

After celebrating Christmas across 4 cities, here I am in Detroit finally!!