<p>At NPD, my D got her portfolio “accepted” by Memphis and Cornish (in Seattle). Not sure if she will apply, but thought I’d ask if anyone has any comments. I don’t think I’ve seen either one mentioned here.</p>
<p>MCA
I stopped there after KCAI being just about one night bus ride far and knowing one of MGMT boy were raised there, if I stop by the zoo in Overton park, chances are equally zoo fetish Andrew might be home and visiting hometown zoo and I could meet him in front of polar bear pool…hey, I can dream.
Jokes aside, I wanted to see Rhodes college that supposed to change lives and has relationships with MCA which is literally next door in the park.</p>
<p>Only it wasn’t. so hot, humid, the park has limited entryway and pedestrian path, Rhodes college is entirely gated and has one open public entrance which making simple point A to B trek impossibly long and tedious.
MCA was nice, cozy, good people, low key, has everything but just about that much- when I asked administration lady wondered if anyone ever try to walk to Rhodes, where herself graduated and always drove those supposedly three blocks when she took classes at MCA as a student.
What eeked me most was the amount of dead earthworms. They came out from surrounding nice grassy area only to be dried up and toasted on the cement pavement. Abstract collage of various dryness dead earthworm shapes covered sidewalks. There is no way to walk but to step on them !!</p>
<p>Rhodes proved to be, well, let’s not get into details we are art people here- I was disappointed, walk back to visit the museum I noted earlier had a show of Jacob Lawrence. It was their business day according to the free city guidebook I picked up at the tourist center with giant bronze B.B. King (with his guitar, Lucille made out of fiberglass) and Elvis (with some sort of synthetic fringed jacket detail) stood.
But once I got to the door, the museum was suddenly closed I am guessing due to the lack of funds or manpower or both.
Thing is, I did not miss much.
In the Greyhound station, I got to see the real life migration series.
There were two gates for Chicago and point north, where I was to be wait for the bus. SO MANY people with suitcases, sacks, cardboard boxes, babies and small children, sleeping bags, hoisting pushing snaking around eagerly waiting for the bus driver/ ticket taker who has the only authority to open the door from the outside when comes time to board.
The same destination same angle same palette same exact scene Jacob painted in 40s is unfolding in front of my very eyes. I stood there awestruck until some total stranger mom who had to dig out her ticket while adding hotwater to baby bottle with powdered formula inside needed extra hand and just dropped her baby on my arms with nudge of her jaw without any word. </p>
<p>The bus station was just about the next door to the fancy Peabody hotel with horse-drawn gilded carriages parked in front for tourists.
In the bathroom of the station, there was no toilet paper, floor was never cleaned since I arrived early in the morning to the evening. More garbage, diapers, food containers strewn around, sink drains clogged with hair, spitted gum, bits of paper.
That was my Memphis to remember.</p>