{"id":1229,"date":"2009-10-30T12:15:46","date_gmt":"2009-10-30T19:15:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp\/2009\/10\/alexander_calder_-_i_believe_i\/"},"modified":"2009-10-30T12:15:46","modified_gmt":"2009-10-30T19:15:46","slug":"alexander_calder_-_i_believe_i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/2009\/10\/alexander_calder_-_i_believe_i.html","title":{"rendered":"Alexander Calder – I believe I can fly"},"content":{"rendered":"

Alexander Calder never goes out of style, but he’s never quite in it
\neither. Before children are old enough to respond to Edvard Munch, they (given the chance) love Calder. By adulthood, delight fades to affection.<\/p>\n

Like Roethke<\/a>, Calder mines the transformational mysticism of play.<\/p>\n

When I stand, I’m almost a tree.
\nLeaves, do you like me any?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Bougainvillier (Bougainvillea)<\/span><\/b>, 1947, Sheet metal, wire, rod, lead, and paint.
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\nCollection of Jon and Mary Shirley.\u00a9 2009 Calder
\nFoundation, New York \/ Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York. Photo: Justin
\nGollmer<\/span><\/p>\n


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