Posts Tagged ‘Milwaukee Art Museum’

These were taken in Windhaver Hall, the glass-ceilinged, 90-foot high central non-gallery space in the Milwaukee Art Museum. I’m shooting up into that glass ceiling, catching the wings of the soleil in some of the shots.

I left the first picture in color in order to give you some feeling for the beauty of the space as you would experience it in person.

The next three pictures were converted to black and white. I’m interested in the lines and angles and the whole geometry of that setting and the black and white format eliminates any distractions.

As long as I’m on the business of converting my pictures to black and white, this seems like a good time to mention that I really don’t manipulate my images, as in “Hey! You photoshopped that Volkswagon into the picture and erased the elderly mime.”  I punch up the color, correct exposure, crop and do the same stuff I would be doing if I was using film. No wild tricks.

You have my solemn word: No mimes are injured in the creation of this blog.

Exterior shots of the Milwaukee Art Museum, designed by Spanish architect Santiago Colatrava  and the centerpiece of the Quadracci Pavilion.  The Burke Brise Soleil is a movable wing-like sunscreen on the top of the Museum. The soleil has the wingspan of a Boeing 747 and is breathtakingly gorgeous from any angle. We were there for the closing of the soleil one morning. The movement was so slow and delicate, it was barely perceptible:  an act of pure beauty as it quietly folded in on itself like a huge and mythical bird. 

How, you might ask, did I manage to get such a centered and spot-on shot? Well, it involved climbing inside that little divider (no easy task) and standing there for a few minutes, waiting for folks to walk past me and all the while feeling like an over-sized less-than-bright toddler who had wandered away from the rest of the group and gotten herself hopelessly stuck. Then, with a clear shot mine for the taking, I was forced to yell at some guy who exited the building at precisely the wrong moment. He hurried up–just a little–proving that my teacher voice is no more effective on grown-ups than it is on middle-schoolers.

Bottom edge, about a third of the way from the right side: gull. Did not plan that, but what nice synchronicity.

Oh wait–I must have planned that. I just didn’t realize it at the time.