Dallas is experiencing an art wave and I'm the lucky girl with too much time on my hands. Last week was Aurora, the large scale, outdoor art event that shut down downtown Dallas and allowed people, most for the first time, safe passage on the formerly unsafe streets around the arts district. It was a marvel. I walked from Ross Ave, through Klyde Warren Park, over to the Dallas Museum of Art and back under 75 to Allen. A route I would never have been able to, or allowed to, before the new resurgence of art, music and theater downtown. I saw the Guadalupe up close, heard the gong chime at midnight in front of the Trammell Crow Asian Art Museum.
While I didn't find Aurora to be the most immersive of art events, it was more of a constant selfie opportunity for everyone who was there, there were modifications to building facades using light and video that altered the skyline and brought your eyes away from your phones for a moment.
Once we got to the DMA we stepped back in time and went on a hunt for our favorite artworks. My mother spent most of the 90s as a docent and co-founder of the Go Van Gough program. She went from school to school introducing children to Egyptian heiroglyphics, African wooden masks and modern art. It was wonderful watching her make her way through the museum showing me her favorite permanent collection pieces.
Art has always defined our family as patrons and, sometimes, artists. I get a jolt of nostalgia visiting the DMA and seeing our family name on the walls and placards next to paintings our family has sponsored. I hope to contribute something myself someday.