It did rain on August 8, soaked the All-City Parade before it even had a chance to float its floats. Luckily the Labor Day Parade was coming up, and now All-City will be in Labor! So come on Monday, Sept. 7th. Dozens of community groups collaborated to create the All-City Parade, to make masks and giant puppets, to meld ideas into an organic concept that will dance and toot and weave through the downtown streets starting at 11 AM.
I wrote a blog about ithe parade last July, A PARADE OF IDEAS, which has links to more information.
The empty Fiji water bottle and probably-empty Stone Creek coffee cup have been in the window since last April. Perhaps that summarizes the dark and hollow heart of Shorewood where Schwartz once was. The bottle is transparent like the plate glass windows: everyone who passes knows there’s nothing there, not even change, not even a FOR LEASE sign. The coffee cup’s opaque. Passers-by have no idea what’s going on under the lid: mold must be gathering, especially if it wasn’t black coffee.
Everyone wonders what’s happening in the head of Roundy's, owner of the emptiness, also owner of the Walgreens building, so I’m told. Rumors abound, well, there’s at least one rumor around, frequently repeated: they want to knock it all down, build a mega-Pick ‘N Save with pharmacy and a mega-parking lot. I wish Roundy's would publicly deny this.
“What did you do this summer?” someone asked me last week.
“Why, uh, every day I wrote a things-to-do list, and spent the rest of the day crossing off as much as possible!”
That was true, yet said nothing, so I added, “I danced a lot.”
Dancing’s in my genes. On my mother’s side. Even at age 85 she wildly improvised to Paul Cebar at Bastille Days. She loved the human body in action, loved the movement and the freedom of dance. And so do I.
I love the movement and the freedom when I dance, when I watch dancers, and when I draw dancers. I almost always draw them from life, at rehearsals or performances, would never want a dancer to pose for me. After all, it’s the motion I’m after.