Collection Rotation:San Francisco Opera Posted on March 23, 2009 by Suzanne
[Our regular feature, "Collection Rotation". Once a month I invite a local guest to organize lists, groupings, or 'exhibitions' from our permanent collection. To coincide with the opening of William Kentridge's direction of the Monteverdi opera The Return of Ulysses, I asked San Francisco Opera General Director David Gockley to pair bits of opera with a selection of images I sent over. Many thanks to Jon Finck and Kip Cranna and everyone at the SF Opera who collaborated on this fabulous rotation. Note: Listen loud. And, images link back to collection pages, in case you'd like more info.]
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| James Nachtwey, Untitled, n.d. Photograph | chromogenic print. © James Nachtwey |
| Richard Wagner: Die Walküre (The Valkyrie), “The Ride of the Valkyries.” Performed by the San Francisco Opera Orchestra, conducted by Donald Runnicles |
There is an electrifying buzz of excitement in the air as Wotan’s warrior-maidens swoop across the sky on their way to collect fallen heroes from the battlefield, soaring above as in the gravity-defying somersaults of these performers.
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| Liu Wei, Swimmers, 1997. Painting | oil on canvas. Gift of Vicki and Kent Logan © Liu Wei |
| Vincenzo Bellini: Norma Duet, “Mira, o Norma” Performed by Catherine Naglestad (Norma) and Irina Mishura (Adalgisa), with the San Francisco Opera Orchestra conducted by Oleg Caetani |
Moving in perfect, serene synchronization like these elegant swimmers, Norma and her confidante Adalgisa sing in perfect harmony as they swear to be true and faithful friends, never letting a man come between them.
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| Alfred Stieglitz, Dorothy Norman, 1932. Gelatin silver print. Gift of Georgia O’Keeffe |
| Giacomo Puccini: Suor Angelica (Sister Angelica), “Senza Mama.” Performed by Leona Mitchell, with the San Francisco Opera Orchestra conducted by Nello Santi |
Forced to enter a convent after bearing a son out of wedlock, Sister Angelica mourns at the news that her little boy has died: “You died without your mother, not knowing how much I loved you!”
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| Brian Alfred, Untitled (Computer), 2000. Mixed media on paper. © Brian Alfred |
| Charles Gounod: Faust, “A moi les plaisirs!” Performed by Richard Leech (Faust) and Samuel Ramey (Mephistopheles), with the San Francisco Opera Orchestra, conducted by Patrick Summers |
Faust, the aged, lonely scholar bent over his desk, disillusioned and weary of his fruitless studies in search of knowledge and wisdom, casts aside his work and excitedly cries out for a new life: “Give me youth, desire, ecstasy, pleasure!” The demon Mephistopheles eggs him on.
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| Fletcher Benton, Synchronetic C-3300, 1966. Aluminum, acrylic, and Plexiglas with electrical apparatus. Gift of Mr. and Mrs. William C. Janss, © Fletcher Benton |
| Giuseppe Verdi: Il Trovatore (The Troubadour), “The Anvil Chorus.” Performed by the San Francisco Opera Chorus and Orchestra, conducted by Marco Armiliato |
The ringing and clanging of bright shining metal resounds as the gypsies hammer away at their anvils, fashioning polished steel to the sounds of their singing.
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| Richard Diebenkorn, Ocean Park #54, 1972. Oil on canvas. Gift of Friends of Gerald Nordland © Estate of Richard Diebenkorn |
| Giacomo Puccini, Madama Butterfly, “The Humming Chorus.” Performed by the San Francisco Opera Chorus and Orchestra, conducted by Donald Runnicles |
Subtly shifting colors streak across the sky, turning it purplish and then grey as night falls, and the humming of unseen voices accompanies Miss Butterfly’s vigil as she awaits the dawn and the arrival of her beloved.
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| Henri Matisse, Femme au chapeau (Woman with a Hat), 1905. Oil on canvas. San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, Bequest of Elise S. Haas © Succession H. Matisse, Paris / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York |
| Giacomo Puccini: La Bohème, “Quando me’n vo’”, Performed by Norah Amsellem, with the San Francisco Opera Orchestra, conducted by Nicola Luisotti |
Like Matisse’s high-fashion lady in her trendy hat, the high-spirited flirt Musetta prances on the arm of her rich sugar daddy, telling how she loves the admiring glances of men who seem to be undressing her with their eyes.
