Sunday, October 30, 2011

Contemporary Aboriginal Art exhibition

I do not consider myself a collector. Just someone with a passion and an obsession. Mine is Aboriginal art. Since 1985, when I first visited Australia, I fell in love with the landscape and the art. Art of the central desert region has long fascinated me, and over the years I bought canvasses that caught my attention. I now have over 80 paintings. Some of them are now on display in an exhibition, Contemporary Aboriginal Art: Mapping Land, Representing Country at the Dowd Art Gallery on the campus of the State University of New York at Cortland. I attended the opening reception in late October. It was a strange experience to see works that were always in my private domestic space now displayed to the public on the bright white walls. I was delighted to see people looking at the art and engaging with the paintings. A private compulsion was now widened to a lively community event; it was heartwarming to see the paintings stimulating conversations.

Making public a private obsession; talking about the paintings.

The exhibition was beautifully done, the result of hard work by Professor Kathryn Kramer who curated the exhibition, Jaroslava Prihodova who hung the paintings, Tony De Rado who designed a stunning catalog and Bryan Thomas who is the Interim Director of the Dowd Gallery.

The exhibition is open from October 24 to December 16.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Phone hacking reveals interconnections in small shared space of London

This summer’s guilty pleasure is watching and reading about the phone hacking scandal rocking the British establishment. The story reveals a world of dodgy policemen, powerful press barons wielding huge power and pliant politicians overeager not to offend the press. The revelation of the heartless hacking of a murdered girl’s phone allowed public revulsion to turn into public scrutiny of the tight nexus of interest between press, politicians and police.

The scrutiny reveals a world of overlapping connections: prime ministers very friendly with senior News Corporation executives; the revolving door between working for the press, politicians and police; senior police officials investigating a news agency then when finding nothing wrong going to work for that agency; and a press willing to pay corrupt police for tips offs and information. It is all so cozy and tight with little gap between the police, the press and politics. The boundaries between these institutions are porous. The different institutions feed off each other.

In Georgian England the ruling elite were known as the "ton". Over three hundred influential families owned and ran the country. Things have changed. The traditional landowners no longer set the tone of fashion or establish the beat of politics. But things have not changed. There is still a small group of people with overlapping ties, connections and friendships that own and run the country. Democracy is a thin veneer over this arrangement. While the members of the ton have changed, the ton itself remains, its resilience aided by the concentration of power and influence in just one city. Whereas political and economic power in the US is spread across cities such as Washington, New York and Chicago and states such as Texas and California, Britain is essentially one giant urban region centered on London.

Britain can be summarized as “London and the rest”. The city and its extended metropolitan area squat over the nation just like a Third World primate city. The wealthy, the influential, the movers and shakers live in the city; it is home to Royalty, the political elites, those who manufacture the dominant forms of representation and those who control much of the making and moving of money. It is in this small shared space that the elite move and interact. The public scrutiny of scandals reveals the overlaps, the connections and the tightness of it all. The speed of the scandal and the knock-on effects as senior police resign and powerful executives are arrested, is a function of the small shared space in which these elites operate and interact.

The term ton arose from the phrase le bon ton, in the fashionable mode. Perhaps we need a new phrase to refer to the contemporary elites occupancy of the same shared space. Suggestions please. The agglomeration and concentration of national power by a small minority in one city is more reminiscent of an empire than democracy. But then Britain is still more of a crumbling empire, firmly anchored in central London, than a resurgent national democracy.

Friday, July 1, 2011

A Baltic Cruise

The daylight was never ending. The sun set after 10 pm in the evening and rose again before 4 am. And in between it was not so much dark as a penumbral light grey. I was in the Baltic during the summer solstice.
The journey began with a flight from Washington to Amsterdam. I always try to fly KLM/ Air France. I made the mistake one time of flying across the Atlantic on United. Big mistake. The food is crappy, no free alcohol and the video system was state of the art in the last century. Long air trips are stressful enough without the mediocre service and shabby décor that United provide for their transatlantic customers.


Amsterdam is one of the most accessible cities. The central area is a living legacy from the seventeenth century golden age when the city was the hub of a vast mercantile empire that stretched across the globe. My cruise started from the very place where once ships arrived laden with spices from the Far East and furs from the North American interior.

The first stop was Rostock, a beautiful Hanseatic League city with many of its medieval churches and most of its walls still intact. Sitting at an outside café table sipping coffee, eating a rich German cake and looking at the people in the market place reminded me again of how much I miss living in a European city. I live in the banality of the US suburbs where accessibility is purchased at the expense of lively public spaces where you can simply sit and watch.

Rostock: old city walls and tower

Stockholm was a bit of a bust. It rained the entire day, sheets of grey rain clouding the city and undermining plans to walk the streets of the old town, Gamla Stan. Spent most of the day at the Museum of Modern Art. The Swedes have that easy embrace of modernity that makes their public spaces so smoothly elegant.

Wandered around the medieval city of Tallinn. With its finely textured urban form and beautifully colored buildings, it is an urbanist’s delight.


A day in Helsinki where I visited the railway station designed by Eliel Saarinen, father of Eero, and wandered around the inner city dominated by gorgeous art noveau buildings. Then a day in Copenhagen–if its Saturday it must be Denmark– where I wandered down the pedestrian streets and visited the National Museum and then the modern extension to the National Library.

Eliel Saarinen's railway station in Helsinki

Flew back to DC and completed the US-Scandinavian modernist encounter and experience by arriving at the terminal designed by Eero Saarinen.

As my memory quickly edits out all the petty annoyances of the trip I only recall the joyful experience of the walkability and sociability of the Northern cities where public space and the civic realm are respected and treasured.

(All Photos © John Rennie Short)

Sunday, May 15, 2011

The next level

“Moving to the next level”. The phrase is pervasive. Used everywhere and all the time. Every organization and individual it seems is being urged to move to the next level. It is even the title of books and companies. The next level is always the one beyond our present level. The unstated assumption is that this level is not satisfactory. It is always the next level wherein lies success and happiness and fulfillment. Where we are now is to be unsuccessful and unfulfilled. Tantalizingly, it is always the level just above us, just beyond us that provides the rewards. And while there is much to admire about this constant striving; remember it is just that, a constant striving. Maybe we need to be concerned with this level. The here and the now. Where we are at this moment in time. Not some distant place or other time in the future. The single-minded obsession with the future fails to appreciate the present. Perhaps we need to attend to this level rather than the one always just beyond our grasp, being rather than becoming.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Caribbean travels

Spring Break is a great tradition that gives the opportunity to take a break from teaching and research. I like to travel, mixing business with relaxation. This Spring Break I travelled in the Caribbean. Here are some images of places that I visited in the order of the itinerary:

old San Juan, PR

British Virgin Islands

St. Lucia

St Vincent



Curacao fruit market

San Juan. PR

(All Photos © John Rennie Short)

Friday, February 11, 2011

Budapest 6/7: Sites/Sights

Indoor market

Fountain in Deak ter

Parliament House

Szabadsag Bridge

Opera House

Matthias Church, Buda

Shop window

(All Photos © John Rennie Short)

Budapest 5/7: Transect

Andrassy: the commercial end

Yellow Line

Opera House



Hosok tere (Heroes Square): the ceremonial end of Andrassy

(All Photos © John Rennie Short)

Budapest 4/7: Evocations

Statue of Prince Eugene who defeated the Turks

1713 memorial to plague victims

Holocaust Memorial by Imre Varga

1945 Monument to Soviet liberation of Budapest

Parliament House with Hungarian flag

Yellow Arches

Locks placed in Deak ter as a symbol of love and devotion

(All Photos © John Rennie Short)

Budapest 3/7: Interiors

Rumbach Synagogue

Museum of Applied Arts

Museum of Applied Arts


Market Hall, Buda

St Florian Greek Orthodox Church


(All Photos © John Rennie Short)

Budapest 2/7: Exteriors

Tarnok street, Buda

Central Market Hall

Kazinczy street

Rakoczi street

Gresham Palace

Erzsebt korut

St Stephen's Basilica

(All Photos © John Rennie Short)