This native Texan experienced a fun visit to Fort Worth, Texas on the last couple of days in May, 2011. The arts community members of Fort Worth distinguish themselves as conscientious custodians of art treasures: The Kimbell’s paintings and drawings and their ornate frames, the palette of hues on walls and color-enhancing electric light sources, their sculptures on perfect mounts or inside preserving plexiglass boxes; installations at The Museum of Modern Art; the magnificent Philip Johnson Water Park, and more, including the Bass Performance Hall in Sundance Square, these beautiful forms inspire the lives of folks in Fort Worth and tourists from elsewhere. Our beloved Kimbell Art Museum, a heavy, comforting structure, intriguing and plain, lures patrons and visitors, and rewards substantively, even to the way a lunch is served and, as well, the way a wine experience lingers at The Modern Cafe, where you look out at two silver metal trees in the distance named “Conjoined.”
The Kimbell Museum’s architect, Louis Kahn, designed brilliantly back in his heyday. He knew how to bring a prolific array of drawn art that brought renderings to a built work. The majestic Kimbell is in process of enlarging over the next couple of years. Many more artworks now stored will come out for display in the additional structures, one of the docents said. Not surprisingly, I look forward to visiting the museum then. Each time I go, I am rewarded with a heightening of all my senses, and I find it hard to leave. On this particular May 2011 visit, a small exhibition featured Picasso, the Spaniard, and Braque, the Frenchman, collaborators and reviewers of each other’s development in cubism. The two joined up in experimentation for two or three years, 1910–1912. The exhibit’s iPads we opted to use in the gallery enhanced the figuring out of the untraditional earth-toned paintings. Without being allowed to photograph the paintings, I can only post a shot of the two men, Braque white-haired on the left, with Picasso, in their later years. Picasso was born in 1881 and died in 1973. For purposes of communicating coherently selections in patnotes.com, I refer readers to my “Beulah’s Buggy Ride” original story, an older post. Picasso’s years of living are close enough to my grandmother Beulah’s years to make me smile and take extra note. She was born in 1884 and died in 1979.