• Raymond J. Steiner
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  “The Mountain”, a Novel
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Sculpture Now at The Mount, home of Edith Wharton
2021 US Premiere of Glasstress from Venice, Italy to Boca Raton, Florida

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Read previously printed and online Essays by clicking on categories below

Dance: You are Here ~ Lincoln Center Dawn Lille
Art Essay: Christian Boltanski at Naguchi Museum Suzaan Boettger
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New: Glimpses Raymond J. Steiner
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~ On Writing the Mountain— Before and After by Raymond J. Steiner
Still more to read on Raymond J. Steiner's Blog

Art Essay Christian Boltanski exhibit at Noguchi Museum, NYC By Suzaan Boettger Tinkle tinkle little bell – for whom do Christian Boltanski’s bells toll? You. Me. And everyone who craves a serene escape, calling us to the verdant sculpture garden of the Noguchi Museum, now strewn with tinkling bells. The French artist has installed 180 slender steel rods at various heights. Arcing over at the top, each dangles a bronze bell, and each clapper suspends a slim rectangle of glass. Twirling in the breeze, the panes catch the light, reflecting sparkles around ground and greens. The delicate light and sound show envelopes and sweeps us away. (see essay) Dance You are Here at Lincoln Center By Dawn Lille A long year and a half for dance preceded the live interactive performance piece You Are Here at Lincoln Center. During that time there were endless dance works filmed in living rooms, kitchens and closets, often created by dancers who had never thought of themselves as choreographers, but alone in their private domains, pursued their art. Dances were created online and then performed simultaneously via computers, iphones, and ipads, one of the first coming from Mark Morris. Dozens of classes in every possible genre were offered online, some free. Many companies shared archival films, some of the best coming from the New York Theatre Ballet. Some commissioned works created in a covid- safe “bubble,” to be danced and filmed outdoors. (see essay) From Glimpses a collection of ruminations from travels 1989-2011 originally intended as a small book. Written by Raymond J. Steiner (1933-2019), Co-founder, Editor, and Art Critic of ART TIMES/ arttimesjournal Japan: Narita: Taking advantage of a few hours layover on our way to Beijing, Cornelia and I stroll through the town, a small guide book in our hands. We were looking for a small monastery, unable to decipher signs along the way. Totally lost, we stopped a young woman to ask for directions — language difficulties! We pointed out the place in our brochure, but she looked at us helplessly as she had no words to tell us how or where to go. Suddenly a car pulled up and a large smile appeared as she beckoned us to get into the back seat as she slid next to the woman behind the wheel. A bit taken aback, we got in and, with the driver’s (her mother, it turned out) limited English, were told that it was easier to take us where we wanted to go rather than try to give us directions. How nice to be treated so hospitably by complete strangers! Read more at rjsteiner.wordpress.com