The Missus and I ventured out to the Berkshires the last couple of days, and here’s what I caught:
* An eye-candy exhibit, Prendergast in Italy, at the Williams College Museum of Art. It brought together 60 of Maurice Prendergast’s charming watercolors of his sallies through Venice, Rome, Sienna, and Capri around the turn of the 20th century.
* An eye-opening exhibit, Dove/O’Keefe: Circles of Influence, at the Sterling and Francine Clark Art Institute. It brought together the work of Arthur Dove (1880-1946), “acknowledged as America’s first abstract painter,” and the work of Georgia O’Keefe (1887-1986), “one of the most significant artists of the twentieth century.” As they say in the Southwest, “It’s a corker.” It runs through September 7.
* An eye-popping production of The Torch-Bearers at the Williamstown Theater Festival. I don’t know what to say about this revival of the 1922 George Kelly play, but I can tell you what the Missus said: “I’m speechless. I’m without speech.” I’ll only add that The Torch-Bearers is a thoroughly ridiculous play propped up by a ridiculously talented cast – from the bloviating Edward Herrmann to the gyronomic Katie Finneran to the flat-out hilarious Andrea Martin. It runs through August 9, which is a blessing . . . and a curse.