tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post5205309522653480023..comments2024-03-25T11:04:10.945-07:00Comments on Chez Danisse: Leave Me AloneDenise http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269617590521412393noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-48227799674220620302011-08-29T19:22:14.300-07:002011-08-29T19:22:14.300-07:00Hi Jill, Thanks for visiting.Hi Jill, Thanks for visiting.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-6533164856894018932011-08-24T07:01:48.336-07:002011-08-24T07:01:48.336-07:00I love going to museums alone. It's hard to b...I love going to museums alone. It's hard to be alone in the museum here in NYC, but at least if you go there alone, you can be alone with your thoughts. I blogged about it not too long ago, actually.<br /><br />Found you through Jane's blog -- Upper Pond. So, hello!Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11849791052255234265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-42283645708758349312011-08-22T17:23:24.539-07:002011-08-22T17:23:24.539-07:00nancy, Practically alone with a hall full of Rothk...nancy, Practically alone with a hall full of Rothko's work. Fabulous. What an experience. I'm happy to see you walking back through this memory. Over the years I've spent extended periods of time in front of one of his paintings we have in a museum here. I'm trying to imagine an entire hall -- magical.<br /><br />M., Thank you.<br /><br />alison, Life does seem to move in waves. We have those times of discovery, feeling adrift, just living, returning to the past, and then discovering again. Although I did have that similar adrift feeling after school, I wouldn't trade it either. It is part of what made me who I am today. And on we go.<br /><br />n, I understand completely. I'm not much for crowds. Waiting in the garden for things to quiet down seems a fine idea.<br /><br />gracia, I do know this bliss you describe. It's a beautiful thing. And the closer-to-home experience you describe is another I appreciate. A wonderful reason for becoming a member of a museum. The ability to just stop in and visit with one work without feeling a full admission price has been wasted is a nice treat. When William Kentridge had Tide Table in SFMOMA I stopped in to visit that one work so many times. This happened again with a Pipilotti Rist installation. Now I've gone on...<br /><br />Julie, Thank you.<br /><br />Rachael, Luckily this particular loss of perspective was temporary and has returned. We are resilient creatures. My day alone did not feel sad to me at all. I had gone to so many goodbye brunches, lunches, dinners, drinks, and such with friends and co-workers it was definitely time for a little quiet reflection. I loved that peaceful day.<br /><br />Amelia, Old churches on quiet days, especially in Italy. I too find them special.<br /><br />kate, An answer found. Wonderful.<br /><br />Lecia, Thank you.<br /><br />Jane, I am happy to have visited museums as a child, but fully understand a parent's desire to spend some time alone with art. Two very different experiences.<br /><br />Annje, Seeing the Mona Lisa was almost comical. I had to laugh at the number of people crowded around the small piece and the impossibility of truly looking at the work. On the other hand, it is nice that there are so many quiet spaces in a museum such as the Louvre. Everyone rushes to the work highlighted in the guide books leaving a surprising amount of work surrounded by plenty of breathing space.<br /><br />Annie, I agree. Cheers to hidden treasures in an overcrowded world. The sun is actually shining in my corner of San Francisco, at the moment. Did you send it? If so, thank you.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-90353064977658738892011-08-20T09:52:47.263-07:002011-08-20T09:52:47.263-07:00Ahh I also read Michael Kimmelman's article an...Ahh I also read Michael Kimmelman's article and completely understood how he felt. When I visited the David Collection in Copenhagen I was the only one there - which was delightful. And likewise in Stockholm we spent several hours at an incredible museum which was empty except for us. There is a tiny part of me that feels sadness that the "masses" don't see these places, but I like more the fact that there are these hidden treasures in this overcrowded world where one can escape.<br />I hope all is well and the sun is shining in SF - love the light in the image on the post above. Annie xElsa Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13652787657325357638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-51437292400994928472011-08-18T18:01:53.341-07:002011-08-18T18:01:53.341-07:00Yes there is something about seeing some pieces in...Yes there is something about seeing some pieces in a quiet room alone. There are hoards around the famous pieces, like when I saw the Mona Lisa in the Louvre--you couldn't get close enough for long enough without getting bumped into to really appreiciate it.<br /><br />And studying something academically has a way of saturating--literature was like that for me. After studying it and analyzing it and saying how much it reminds you of Bahktin or Derrida--it took me a while to get back into reading good literature.Annjehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08315067950686666022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-38573937835922756192011-08-16T08:41:27.763-07:002011-08-16T08:41:27.763-07:00As I think it's important to take children to ...As I think it's important to take children to see beautiful works in museums, I like my reflective time, alone. Thinking. A bench in a quiet museum in a wonderful thing.Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11806301555586469241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-22967110135216022492011-08-15T07:34:51.589-07:002011-08-15T07:34:51.589-07:00Interesting to think about, and beautifully said.Interesting to think about, and beautifully said.Leciawphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10387890066375679646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-47286395490346578912011-08-15T03:12:52.780-07:002011-08-15T03:12:52.780-07:00a lovely post. those small, quiet, private moments...a lovely post. those small, quiet, private moments are integral to my memories of places - and times past - and I still seek them out. not lonely but alone. thank you too for the quote - an astonishing piece of synchronicity that has answered something for me today.katehttp://katelittlehouse.squarespace.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-52683652881349159622011-08-14T11:40:32.720-07:002011-08-14T11:40:32.720-07:00Denise: spot on, as always. When I lived in Rome ...Denise: spot on, as always. When I lived in Rome I loved walking into old temples or churches on a weekday, just for the quietness and the feeling would fill me and last me for a while.Ameliahttp://www.ztastylife.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-46975367280387552702011-08-14T07:45:46.172-07:002011-08-14T07:45:46.172-07:00I feel a little sad, a little lonely after reading...I feel a little sad, a little lonely after reading this, maybe over the loss of a perspective, a point of view intellectualized away. Or maybe its the alone-ness of the day you describe that haunts me. Such a day doesn't come often in my life, but when it does I feel adrift, so I admire how well you handle such a day.Rachael | The Slow-Cooked Sentencehttp://theslowcookedsentence.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-45543310376141892932011-08-14T07:06:21.778-07:002011-08-14T07:06:21.778-07:00Beautiful words. His and yours.Beautiful words. His and yours.Juliehttp://www.kitchenculinaire.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-53593162994418150152011-08-14T00:47:23.991-07:002011-08-14T00:47:23.991-07:00"Sometimes on a whim I stop into the Bode Mus..."Sometimes on a whim I stop into the Bode Museum here to commune with a tiny clay sculpture of John the Baptist." Why, I'm hooked too. <br /><br />Here's to time spent in quiet conversation with a work, in a quiet gallery museum wing or otherwise. <br /><br />It is these moments that one remembers from holidays. Finding an unpopulated room in the Louvre, I had the works all to myself. Bliss. Such utter bliss. <br /><br />And it is moments like this closer to home that one also cherishes. I have a couple of favourite paintings I like to visit for this very reason at the national gallery here. It is a nice sidestep into a calm and quiet place before launching self back into day. I feel just like Alice as I discover another world parallel to my own. Dear me, it seems I could go on... thanks for this post.graciahttp://gracialouise.typepad.com/high_up_in_the_trees/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-44302333490563254552011-08-13T23:25:15.368-07:002011-08-13T23:25:15.368-07:00solitude and a museum were made for one another.
...solitude and a museum were made for one another. <br />i don't understand crowds, especially when they are bestowed upon me. then i must flee, regardless my initial intentions. sometimes i'm found in the far corner of the garden, until the crowd dissipates. <br />i've spent hours like this, sitting, waiting. <br />n♥nadine paduarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15665345657592667666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-62376124960172782932011-08-13T15:52:07.835-07:002011-08-13T15:52:07.835-07:00i used to go to the risd museum and just sit for h...i used to go to the risd museum and just sit for hours at a time with this tiny little lippo memmi tempera altarpiece painting of saint catherine of alexandria. it helped me get through the wilder moments in that playpen. after i left school, i knew i didn't have enough life in me (experience rolled over and chewed on) to make meaningful art...i was so adrift. so i just went and lived for the next 20 years. and then found my way back to painting by studying that very deep and intimate form that had years before entranced me so completely, so quietly. (which has been its own intense segment of living for me.) as i look back, i wouldn't have traded one single moment of that time at school for anything else. it is still all such a part of who i am, who i had to become.alisonhttp://howigethroughtoday.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-86035600882302199892011-08-13T15:16:55.698-07:002011-08-13T15:16:55.698-07:00I love our city on weekdays so much more, and I do...I love our city on weekdays so much more, and I do agree, it's a completely different experience...<br /><br />beautifully written, <br />as always.M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04943454949713325564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-39908700936544243862011-08-13T13:41:52.040-07:002011-08-13T13:41:52.040-07:00ah, this triggered a memory! in 2007, we took a fa...ah, this triggered a memory! in 2007, we took a fast train from Bologna to Rome on our next-to-last day in Italy to get to the opening of the Mark Rothko retrospective, the first since 1985. It was held in the newly restored Palazzo delle Esposizioni. Our tickets awaited inside. On arrival, a massive storm opened up torrential rains on the city. People who had waited on line to get in vanished. Slowly we became aware that, in this monumental hall, we were practically alone with these masterful and meditative fields of color. It was a rare experience, as if designed for us alone. <br />thanks, Denise, for the spark! (Kimmelman's writing is indeed compelling, too. "pretty and androgynous as a mid-1970's Berlin-addled David Bowie." wow.)nancy at good food mattershttp://nancyvienneau.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-67610608116338884992011-08-13T13:07:29.821-07:002011-08-13T13:07:29.821-07:00Cha sen, It seems you know exactly what I mean. A ...Cha sen, It seems you know exactly what I mean. A beautiful memory.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-34241704620520248302011-08-13T12:36:33.407-07:002011-08-13T12:36:33.407-07:00Your words resonate with me, Denise. When I was i...Your words resonate with me, Denise. When I was in Paris years ago, I kept returning to the not so frequented Ste. Chappelle, drinking in the light from its stained glass windows, feeling that I had found on my own this little jewel, an experience that has stayed with me much more than my visit to the bigger and crowded Notre Dame Cathedral.cha senhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02661885162902335609noreply@blogger.com