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I really enjoyed Terry Allen’s Lithograph ” Cursor” at the Akron Art Museum on my last visit.


I re-blogged several blogs on the new film The Monuments Men that I really enjoyed reading.   I enjoyed the film and felt that I needed to comment on it briefly.


When I first saw Bill Murray in the film receiving his uniform I thought, “Is this an homage to his earlier film Stripes?”  Maybe just a wink.


I enjoyed the film from many aspects: first being an artist/teacher who has taught art for 24 years.  I enjoyed seeing Hollywood’s version of what I learned about in art history classes in college.  Having served nine years in the Ohio Army National Guard and traveling with them to many diverse locations, I could relate to the sense of duty, missing home and family, and the friendship built through serving together in trying, diverse situations.


The film does a great job of pulling viewers into the story and getting them to care about the characters.  I was disappointed in the treatment of the art objects as being sacred instead of being the reflection of an artist or a culture.  I know that some would disagree… but art is not sacred, or maybe I should say the object is not.  What Hitler and others were doing was shutting down the ability to remember who a people and culture were.  Art reflects the times and the people and the artists who are given the opportunity to express themselves and the community they live in.  I think this film is a great tool for arts education and to bring realization to those who do not understand what limiting of creative expression can do to a culture and a society.

Frederick Hartt: Monuments Man

Posted: February 24, 2014 in Film

Palette Scrapings

The following post is composed of excerpts from Frederick Hartt: A Tribute  by William E. Wallace, Barbara Murphy Bryant Distinguished Professor, Department of Art History & Archaeology in the School of Arts & Sciences at Washington University in St. Louis.  The essay appears in the catalog for the exhibition Frederick Hartt and American Abstraction in the 1950s: Building the Collection at Washington University in St. Louis , which was on view at the Mildred Lane Kemper Art Museum from May 4 through August 27, 2012. 

Frederick Hartt and jeep in Italy during his time as Reginal... Frederick Hartt in Italy during his time as a regional Monuments and Fine Arts officer

Frederick Hartt taught at Washington University from 1949-1960, when he was lured away to the University of Pennsylvania  and subsequently, in 1967, to the University of Virginia, where he ended his distinguished career as the Paul Goodloe McIntire Professor of the History of Art.  He was remarkable for more than…

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Boomer woman and Monuments Men

Posted: February 24, 2014 in Film


History was certainly not my favourite subject in school, which in retrospect I think was largely due to the quality of the teacher we had. History as it was taught in the 60s was largely something to be memorized and regurgitated on an exam with no understanding of the human side. As an adult

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Monuments Men film review

Posted: February 24, 2014 in Film

flickRANT > film reviews with a screenwriting skew

Monuments Men

Screen shot 2014-02-23 at 8.35.07 PMBased on the premise, this is a film I was excited to see. It’s a true story, adapted from a book of the same title (which I did not read)  that chronicles the tale of several art-related men (a museum curator, an architect, etc.) who are tasked with trying to save priceless pieces of art that the Nazis have plundered throughout Europe; Rembrants, Vermeers, Michelangelos, etc. And even though it’s more of the typical “Hollywood WW2 type fare” it’s an exciting premise. I was expecting Inglorious Bastards meets Saving Private Ryan with an art-theme. Unfortunately, the excitement remains at the premise.

The initial problem starts with the script, i.e. even though the Monuments Men are tasked with recovering lost art their goals are not very specific. So instead of following the crew on a specific mission, the men are split into sub-groups, each of which has a smaller…

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The Monuments Men – film review (A-)

Posted: February 24, 2014 in Film

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Let’s get a few things out of the way about The Monuments Men:

  1. Yes, it’s a true story, much more so than the usual “Based on/Inspired by a true story/true events.”  According to the Smithsonian Institute’s website, the film is estimated at about 80% accurate, but of course producers had to adjust things for the sake of a 2-hour film.
  2. Although the film features a team of eight men, the actual numbers slowly grew to over 300.
  3. The scene in which Bill Murray’s character needs a dentist and then significant things result actually happened.
  4. The landmine scene did not actually happen, but it’s a great scene.
  5. The final scene, which takes place in what seems like one day, actually took about three weeks.
  6. I will use the actors’ names instead of characters in this review because there are too many characters and their names are not the same as…

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Learning from the Artists about People and Place

by W. David O. Taylor  9.10.12
Christianity Today

I am told that novelists approach their work from different starting points.  Some begin with a theme, like the fear of the unknown, as is often the case with science fiction writers. Others begin with families, as is nearly always the case with Pulitzer Prize–winning novelists. Some begin with a character or a historical time period, such as ancient Rome. Still others begin with a place: Casablanca; Port Royal, Kentucky; the Shire. I sometimes wonder if human beings behave like novelists, as it were, especially in their decision to move from one place to another. Some move to be nearer to family. Some move for a job. Some move for the excitement of a city’s culture. My friend Melody willingly left a community of dear friends in Austin in order to relocate herself to Seattle. She said she “fit better” there. The Northwest was her kind of place: cloudy, cool, mossy, saturated with grey and black wardrobes. I couldn’t understand her decision at first. Why leave all these people that know you and love you to move to a place where she would be an instant stranger?

Sometimes you leave your hometown in order to find your place elsewhere. Sometimes you leave your place of birth only to return years later and find that you belong there after all. Or more grandly, as Kathleen Norris puts it, “A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.” Here is where you belong. Here is where you will stay put. It is your place and it is our place together. Norris has her place: the Dakotas. Eugene Peterson has his too: Lakeside, Montana. It’s where his people come from, it’s where he intends to remain till he dies. Melody now has her place. Wendell Berry has his place, and Bilbo Baggins has his own too.

My uncle just yesterday sold the house that his parents bought in 1947. It’s been Uncle John’s place for 65 years. The house is perched a handful of yards west of Southern Methodist University’s campus in Dallas, Texas, 3028 McFarlin Road to be exact. It is the place my sisters and I have loved above all places in America. As children, after driving five days in our yellow Suburban through the pockmarked highways of Mexico, northward on our way from Guatemala, where my parents served as missionaries, to the redbrick front porch of my grandparents, we couldn’t wait to rummage through the cereal box cabinet and the Dallas Morning News TV guide so we could find when the cartoons came on. My grandparents’ home was our one stable place during our years as missionary kids.

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My confession? I feel misplaced in my current city.  While I know plenty of people who thoroughly love Durham, North Carolina, I fluctuate between total ambivalence and intense aversion to the city. It is a city that irritates me almost daily. After living here for three years, I have made my peace with the fact that Durham will be the first city in my life that I will be happy to leave.  Despite the fact that it hosts the annual American Dance Festival, that Burt’s Bees has set up its headquarters here, that Branford Marsalis chooses to call it home, and that Richard Florida placed it at the top of his list of creative class metros, I feel no love for Durham.

I genuinely wish it were otherwise. My wife and I struggle with mixed feelings. Are we being selfish? Are we not trying hard enough? Are we hopelessly, blindly infatuated with Texas, our home state? We do keep trying to connect with the city. It is the “City of Medicine” and the “Cameron Crazies,” after all! But we still sense that at some level we are misplaced here.

I know we are not alone in feeling misplaced. Joseph son of Jacob lived nearly his entire life misplaced from his father’s house. The prophet Daniel, like the people of Israel and all refugees ever since, was forcibly misplaced from his homeland. Migrant workers make a habit of living misplaced, though rarely to their liking. A divorced couple willingly flees to opposite coasts in order to escape the pain of hurtful relations. Some of us live in towns that feel strange to us, and it’s an easy temptation to resent this place where we do not belong. It’s easy to resent God for putting us here.

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But artists come along and perform an invaluable service. For those of us who feel a tenuous or adverse relationship to our places of residence, artists help us to see that, in fact, God is happily at work here, quietly making grace happen in unexpected ways, gently rebuking our stubborn refusal to see that salvation and sanctification are occurring in this place—this street, this humidity, this church, this grocery store, these people. As Peterson remarks in his book Subversive Spirituality, describing the effect of novelists on his work as a pastor:  Every time . . . a street is walked, noticing the details, observing the texture and color, insisting on the immediate particularity, the gospel is served, for space is cleared and location provided for yet another spin-off of the Incarnation, most of which came to its definitive form in small towns and on country roads.

This is what the installation artist Craig Goodworth, recently featured in the This Is Our City film “You Are Where You Live,” does in a warehouse in the city of Phoenix, Arizona. He takes misplaced things and places them in a sphere of meaning: Arizona corn grain from Casa Grande; leached water from the warehouse itself; Desert Durum wheat grains and the cornmeal from Arizona Grain; a donkey from Maricopa County; asphalt from nearby; steel rails from 20 yards outside the building. Put together, the materials tell a story about Phoenix.  It’s a place-based installation, Goodworth says, and it’s a way of telling Phoenicians: “Here is the stuff of your place, and it’s good stuff.” Inviting his audience to touch the materials, to be near them, to smell them and know them, is a way to help them love their city. It’s also a way, as Peterson reminds us, to protect us from gospel-killers—”grand abstractions and standoffish condescensions” that keep us in a negative stance towards our given place.

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In watching this short film, I find my discontented heart softened by lyrical images of blues and yellows and of people moving in and out of the lovely stuff that makes up a place as particular and as broken as my own. Artists like Goodworth offer us a great gift. Their gift is to help us see our place of residence as lovingly as God does. At the very least, the City team’s film stirs in me a renewed desire to not give up on Durham, North Carolina.

W. David O. Taylor, former arts pastor of Hope Church in Austin, Texas, is pursuing doctoral studies in theology and the arts at Duke Divinity School. The editor of For the Beauty of the Church: Casting a Vision for the Arts (Baker), he and his wife. Phaedra, currently live in Durham.


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The Red Balloon is an amazing film that incorporates the greatest aspects of cinema: light, color, place and a riveting narrative.  This is a quiet film that will restore hope to your spirit.

The adults in the film view the boy in the manner of Thomas Hobbes; that he is flawed and must be corrected.   In following the Puritan discourse, the adults know that their task is to correct the boy and keep him in line so that he will grow up to be respectable. He must learn not to be childish and that the balloon is leading him in the wrong direction.  Unfortunately the adults seem unable to examine their own lives in light of the playfulness and innocence of the boy.  They could use a lesson from Jesus who stated, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it” (Mark 10: 13-15 New International Version).

I viewed the boy in a similar manner as Jean-Jacques Rousseau: that he was like the Romantic discourse, inherently good, an innocent viewing the world with awe and wonder. The boy was all about playfulness and exploring the world around him with the aide of his balloon. I really connect the boy and the red balloon with Lev Vygotsky’s zone of proximal development, which is “the distance between the actual developmental level… and the level of potential development… under adult guidance or in collaboration with more capable peers”(Vygotsky, 1978b, p. 86).  I see the balloon as the guiding force in the boy’s life in the film.

In spite of not having dialog, the film tells a simple but poignant story, symbolic about coming of age, shared kindness, and mindless hate.  It ends in an image of such benevolence and poetry that I can hardly describe the powerful effect it had on me.  Visually this film shows how love and friendship bring color to a cold gray world.  I believe that I need to be, much like the red balloon, a gentle, patient guiding force in life, encouraging and leading those around me in a positive direction, being the aroma of Christ.


Lamorisse, A. (Producer & Director). (1956). The red balloon (Motion picture). France: Lopert Pictures Corporation: Janus Films.

Montgomery, H. (2003). Childhood in time and place. In M. Woodhead & H. Montgomery (Eds.), Understanding childhood: An interdisciplinary approach (pp. 45–84). Chichester, U.K: John Wiley & Sons, in association with The Open University.

Vygotsky, L. S. (1978b). Interaction between learning and development.  Mind in society: The development of higher psychological processes (pp. 79–91; M. Cole, V. John-Steiner, S. Scribner, & E. Souberman, Eds.). Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press.