MONDAY MADNESS: The Light in the Tunnel


 

light tunnel

Photo by Son

Husband and  I are silhouetted in the James Turrell  tunnel, “The Light Inside,” at the  Museum of Fine Arts in Houston, Texas.

The tunnel connects two buildings of the museum and seems a fairly normal route  for pedestrian traffic at first.  Then we were enveloped in a light that challenged  reality and space as darkness beckoned from either side while the black-clad museum guard urged us to stay on the black walkway.  I had visions of the River Styx and was grateful to find that the other side merely led to more museum exhibits with normal lighting.

Learn more about American artist James Turrell’s obsession with light and space here.

I DONE VOTE FOR UNCLE SAM – LAMENT FROM 1935


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Last week I was going through some stacks of papers by my desk and found this vintage postcard addressed to my father.  It read:

Mr. Andrew Harvill
Freer, Texas

_________________________________

Chandler, Arizona
Sept. 11, 1935
Hello Boy:  We long way from home.  Some country here.
from
Henry Ford
Woodrow Wiederkehr

In 1935 the United States was slowly struggling out of the Great Depression under Democratic President Franklin D. Roosevelt.  He would win  the presidency again in the 1936 election over Republican Alfred M. Landon.   Eighty-one years later this lament could mirror some of the dissatisfaction today as we head toward the 2016 presidential election in November.

(An oil boom around the small Texas town of Freer was pulling it out of the Depression  as men flocked to the area for the jobs in the oilfields.  In 1935 my father was twenty-five years old and was either helping his father on the family ranch or working in the oil fields.  More likely he was doing both.  He had a wife and child with another on the way.   I wonder what his two long-time friends from Freer were doing in Arizona?  Today Chandler is a prominent suburb of Phoenix.)