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About Tippet Rise
Music and Place
As wine tastes better out of thin glass, and food somehow tastes better when you cook it yourself or eat it under an arbor in the hills around Lake Locarno, with its Nabokovian echoes, as opera at the baths of Caracalla outside Rome changes your life, as that one concert did when Pogorelich asked us to stand on the stage while he played during a rainstorm at Caramoor, music in the surreal Hindu Kush-like hills just under the Beartooths shivers with the sudden chill of the Northern Lights, with the ghosts of Native American vision quests, with John Wayne films,
with the mythic fogs of Bierstadt paintings, with the Romantic ice scapes of Caspar David Friedrich, with the pastels of Cézanne introduced by our famous Montana modernist painter, Isabelle Johnson.
Double rainbows and orange light grow out of the ice particles in the air in a late summer sunset as Stephen Hough plays his Trinitas. The air itself turns purple during a concert of a late Beethoven quartet at Mark Di Suvero’s sculpture Beethoven’s Quartet. We walk through purple air surrounded by giant raw monad- nocks under the high glacier fields of the Hellroaring Plateau: the sleet comes in sideways, as we feel that the sculpture has liquidified into the evening.
After Patrick Dougherty finishes his sculpture Daydreams, there’s the second full moon in one month, a blue moon, two planets visible in the early dusk, and the sounds of Copland’s Appalachian Spring echo in the schoolhouse.