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O. Goller. At the MUSEUM again

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Once I had made a decision to write my travel notes for LA, I shall continue…

Today my daughter and I were at the Pacific Design Center. However, all museums are closed these days.

An amazing structure made up of three huge colorful buildings. From the outside, it looks like a Rubik’s Cube.

We walked around the showrooms  and the feeling was as if we were visiting a museum of contemporary art and design.

Rubik’s Cube

The whole complex was built at different parts, at different times and by different architects.

The Blue one was Built in 1975 by Argentinian architect Cesar Pelli. It is very long and deep blue, therefore it received the nick name BLUE WHALE.

Blue Whale

The green building was created in 1988 by the architect Norma Merrock Skarel.

And the most outstanding of the three buildings, the red one, completed the whole story in 2013.

Red Block – Red Building

The total surface of ​​the Design Center is 160,000 sq meters.

It holds congress halls, classrooms, a huge fitness club and two restaurants.

Lobby

One hundred showrooms, where the best furniture and decorative designers from around the world present their art. Interior designers come here to choose the best for their customers’ home space.

Showrooms

Passersby usually do not just walk in this place; you probably need a specific reason for coming here. But since we live in such a complicated time when everything is a big mass, it just happens to be that then my daughter and I found ourselves in these interesting buildings.

Just the day before, we were driving to a completely different meeting.  It was with my artist friends, we went to a small gallery. Life goes on and we decided to go there despite everything, of course we registered in advance. It was a very interesting visit to this wonderful, small, but very special gallery.

On the way there, I saw from a distance a huge Blue Whale building made of glass. My son in law immediately checked in the map what it was. We read that it was a place called the Pacific Design Center and I decided I would go visit there later.

Being back at these huge showrooms, we were fascinated by the variety of painting styles, sculptures, executed with different techniques and materials as wood, fabric, metal, stone and glass. All kinds of lamps and lightening facilities completed the atmosphere. All this is was presented here for a variety of likes and tastes.

Map of LA City

Design

A part of the Center is also dedicated to the Contemporary Art Museum space and it is a branch of the MOCA Museum.

Quite unsuspectedly I was surprised of a striking trend in the objects presented in decorative sculptures reflecting appearance of the Corona Virus, which became the villain of 2020. I guess artists could not pass this character from our era …

Virus

My attention, however, was riveted to the heart sculpture made from the green malachite stone.

Malachite heart

 At the entrance to each showroom, masks and gloves were carefully prepared for visitors.

Masks

In a period of general sadness and limitations, experienced such an unexpected and inspiring day.

Finally it turns out that our whole life is a one big journey. I read in Vadim Zeland’s book “Reality Transurfing” that we come to visit this world, like a very attractive museum. This museum has its own Observer, who accompanies us and helps us realize the location of the halls and the essence of the exhibitions. It depends on us which hall to go to, what to see and what to learn.

Chair for the giants of thought

Israelites on the main chair of the aircraft

My poodle

We are back in the Museum

Olga Goller

Original in Russien here

Published 14/01/2021 21:49

O. Goller. We started 2021!

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The new year has begun!

2020 IS OVER!

The days are passing by like screen shots of a new cartoon …Harry Bardeen, Walt Disney, Yuri Norstein, Eduard Uspensky – genius animators, could not imagine that the reality and the fast pace that time is going by in the twenty first century would swallow us in the stream of an era of the entire Corona planet.

In the news and elsewhere, there are alarming headlines about Los Angeles, catastrophe of the year.

We are aware but we continue to live. The sun shines during the day, the sky is bluer than our Israeli one and this is not an exaggeration or belittling of the winter beauty of our small country. If you go out during the day without sunglasses, your eyes will hurt from the sunlight, which is very strange to me. After all, I have been living in a similar climate for 30 years.

Large shopping centres are open, but there are very few people – it brings you to tears. Parking spaces are empty and people wander around with sad eyes. Even the friendly, and so unusual for the Israelis, smile of just about everyone passing by you, does not warm you up with its positivity.

Cafe chains are all open, but despite the fact that everything is delicious, the lack of people deprives you of appetite. Just two weeks ago we were sitting in a cafe at carefully spaced tables, and we could more or less have a snack or drink coffee, –  today not a single chair or table was open. My daughter and I just sat on the floor, on a tiled floor (fortunately it’s very clean here) and laid out cardboard boxes from sushi like gypsies. However, a polite mall officer came up to us and nicely explained that it is not allowed to eat in any place within the building. Once again, our sense of humor saved us.

Sushi on the floor

Madness of a new trend – masks from all brands of the world have created a new strain of fashion. Who of the great couturiers could have thought of such a fashion a year ago?!

a Mask

Where are we walking with big steps in fuchsia boots, which came straight out of the dancers of Moulin Rouge? Whether we will ever get to participate in our ball in these funny jackboots – it’s not easy to lose those, running away in a hurry from the clock strike at midnight, like Cinderella! I’d like to believe that we shall be at our ball, yes. To believe that our fairies will not let us down, as they surrounded Cinderella with love.

Pink boot

Or will we keep smiles on our half-faces and paint our life with new colors, cheerful patches of jeans from our youth?!

Jeans patches

Let’s close the past year with gratitude. We will open new and magical doors, step through them boldly, and continue our journey along the orbit of life. No matter how strange it sounds and with ironic pathos, we all, gentlemen, are passing through the change of eras. Between them, there are special doors that invite us into unrealizable dreams.

A mosaic door

As in the treatises on alchemists, childhood fairy tales will come to life, filled with love and turn from lead into gold, from huts to blue houses, from a crystal shoe to freedom with faith and fearlessness.

Blue house

Happy New Year 2021!

Olga Goller

Original in Russien here

Published 14/01/2021  20:45

O. Goller. In 2021 with the HOPES

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Two days left before the New and so long-awaited New-Years. The spirit of festivities is here, but there’s something different about it this year. But then again, everything is different this year.

I remember the famous Russian parable: It’s not easy to live in this world. However, we are given the great opportunity to travel from winter to spring, from spring to warm summer, and from its green meadows to Pushkin’s gilded station of the brooding Lady-Autumn. And this trip is given to us completely free of charge. It’s up to us to cherish this generous gift or to miss it.

In this period of my life, the path slowed down and stopped by the fortune arrow of fate in the City of Angeles. The weather here is always clear, which is not that foreign to me, I live in Israel after all. But there is still something “not mine” in the air. Every morning I go for a walk along the long streets of West LA.

A series of houses, one absolutely different from another. The impression is that every 100 meters you pass from the era of the 60’s to the two thousand’s; then again you find yourself in the shadow of a colonial style wooden house, and at the crossroads you will find the typical modern style house, with the monograms of an unknown period. It makes my walks a lot of fun.

Houses

People don’t walk by the streets as we are used to. There’s even a song called “No One is Walking in LA”. You do see some runners, cyclists and dogs walking outside with their owners. People and dogs are friendly and smiling (the people at least), which you can only tell by their eyes. Times have definitely changed, It seems that dog-owners are the ones wearing muzzles now.

I can’t quite pin-point it, but the breath of the city and the people are just somewhere on a parallel wave. It seemed that this shouldn’t surprise me, but the feeling is still alien to me. Only in small playground parks there’s some life. Young masked parents with their kids, laughter, and what seems to be a revival of the skate and scooters era. I remember myself and my children, how we used to skated in “Park-Leumi” in Ramat Gan 25 years ago.

The brilliant sun of the day is deceiving. The early evening streets are a sobering experience. The city gets dark very early, at five in the evening it’s almost night, and it gets very cold. And then… oh my God! A different and greatly weird population of the city appears on the sidewalks and parks… Like zombis crawling out of the urban woods. I had already seen these strange faces, and the pungent smell of marijuana was already choking me in back then in San Francisco. It’s so difficult and sad to accept the fact that people are falling to this unimaginable level of social life. The homeless in LA have reached an all time high; both literally and figuratively. It’s truly a site to be witnessed. I grew up in the Soviet Union of the 60’s, yet I can honestly say that I have never seen anything like this. It puts fine point on the Crowned Demon of 2020.

It makes me remember all my loved ones,  in Israel, in Moscow, and I just want to pray for all people.

Masks

Yesterday it was this year’s first rain. It poured and poured from the endlessly grey sky, I wanted to sleep, get under the blanket, maybe watch some movie from my childhood…

Today the weather has returned to its clear consciousness. I went for a walk. Not to get lost, I walked straight along only one street. The same unusual and completely devoid of any style of houses and gardens landscape followed parallel to my steps for about half an hour. A street without people, like in a movie, a sudden gust of wind blew over my jacket’s collar.

Suddenly I came to a large fountain at a courthouse of a white building with huge glass windows. When I looked up I discovered that it was one of four buildings all symmetrically surrounding a beautiful park. The fountain was squared in the middle, with water channels flowing from one fountain to another.

White buildings with channels

The buildings are very large, resembling a European style congress hall. It was very unexpected to see these buildings on the same street with the relatively simple  and small style houses along which I walked.

Simple houses

Further the path led me to a large green lawn, about a hundred square-meters.

Chairs were carefully placed on it all around the perimeter, 6-feet apart.

Green grass

I went into one of the white buildings. People were sitting in the study rooms and working on the comps. In the midst of this sterile realm of incomprehensible reality, it was very joyful to see people living and working in public spaces.

There was a ten-meter-high Christmas tree in the front hall.

Christmas tree

In the center of the hall there was a Menorah for Chanukah on a pedestal. I was surprised to see both the Christmas tree and the menorah in the same hall, but then I remembered that in America, this is completely normal.

Chanukija

I went out to the park again. The incredible desolation, blown by a strong wind, disturbed the soul. Who built these beautiful houses, who cut these trees in the garden and who decorated the Christmas tree with the green glass ornaments, not forgetting to put a Jewish seven-branched candlestick next to it?

What is this? Stills from the movie of the future? A dream that has not been dispelled since March of 2020? Some kind of surrealism from an unknown reality…

And at the same time – the feeling of a bright expectation of something very large that will bring us the light.

Red car

Olga Goller

Original in Russian here

Published 13/01/2020  18:41

Updated 14/01/2021 19:46

O. Goller. In these days of great trouble, we can still find beauty!

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Beverly Hills

Yesterday, we went to see the New Years celebration lights and decorations in Beverly Hills, on the same street where Julia Roberts walked in the famous movie, “Pretty Woman”.

Street of Julia Roberts

We were all immersed in a fabulous sensation of miracles. This feeling lives in each of us. And it is not just from our childhood, but in my opinion from something else before

My little grandson threw balloons in the water, and then, enchanted, fell silent with adorable solemnity…

Boy and a water balls

I wandered along that one street like a little princess between tin soldiers from the magical stories of Hans Christian Andersen.

Red doll

Soldier

There were not many people, which created an atmosphere with its own charm. The golden stores of high fashion of these days – the mask, seems to have stuck to our faces.

All my life I dealt with tissue transplants and now it seems to me as if someone designed this new fabric tissue to become an integral part of who we are. But for what?

For how long? When will we deserve to remove it?

I didn’t want to think about it…

The happy eyes of adults and children were reflecting in the silver ornaments on the still-standing Christmas tree.

Eitan and silver ball

Christmas Tree

Cars from “American Cinema” were driving along the street.

Yellow car

Lines of plastic-looking girls stood for the bags of Louis Vuitton, Prada and other glistening fluff. But it was me, it was my younger self who I was judging, staring at those unspeakably gorgeous girls.

Will their Richard Gere climb those emergency stairs for them? Where is the border between cinema and reality? But maybe that’s what it is, maybe we make our own world in the image of our favorite stories.

The fine Staircase

My children and I walked in a stream of this tinsel and the world was beautiful.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, everyone!

All the family

Olga Goller

Original in Russian here

Published 13/01/2021  16:55

Updated 14/01/2021 19:33

O. Goller. A Ray of light from Los Angeles

Shalom: a short report from Los Angeles on the third day:

Yesterday I decided to take the Corona test.

Not so much for my own safety as much as for the sake of my daughter’s peace of mind. She has two little boys and there is a very tough bureaucracy in kindergartens here.  Every day the parents are asked, “Do you have visitors from other states or other countries?” My grandkids are 8 months and 2.5 years old and they go to two different kindergartens. One of those kindergartens is a real five-star hotel, with a full meal prep and an exclusive number of kids that counts no more than 6 per class; all overseen by two teachers. The other kindergarten is just slightly less luxurious, but both cost about three times more than kindergartens in Israel. What I did find strange is that non of those expenses is paid by the government to my daughter; who is here on a diplomatic contract as the head of operations for the Israeli Ministry for Tourism. But I digress.

We found a free test site 40 km from their home, which is considered relatively close for America. Just like everything in America, there were a lot of options. We found a few tests that cost about $200, but then we saw some that were free. It wasn’t very clear what the real difference is.

I think the paid ones were just “results in one day”, which didn’t make that much difference to us, so we picked the free test, and set up an appointment for the following Tuesday.

Tuesday comes around and we arrive to the test site; a large parking next to a giant community pool. I could feel the brisk wind of LA’s winter, but the weather here is still clear and sunny, and the site of the flower dancing in the gentle wind made me smile.

We walked along the sidewalk of the blue water, taken a back by such a beautiful community center without a single soul to enjoy it, I thought to myself there was something sad about this image. It hit me then that we really do live in a very unique and strange time.

Test Station

Swim pool

My kids like my bodyguards walking next to me; my D and D. They were both born in Moscow. My son Danny lived in Israel for 17 years before moving to America, and my daughter Dina lived in Israel for 30 years before now also finding herself here in California – the land of the endless sun. The feeling of success has filled my sails as a proud mom. Life is good and I really succeeded!

Right in front of us, a long but fast flowing line of people opened up. A short video was sent to everyone in the application for the Corona-test, which included all the steps from A-Z of how to complete the test. After exactly five minutes I’ve approached the guy at the end of the long line, was handed a test tube, got a quick refresher of what to do, and was shown to a little tent to do my test. It took me less than a minute to finish the steps of the oral-swab-test, I’ve dropped my sealed bag in the container next to the exit, and we were on our way. It took exactly fifteen minutes from the car to the exit. Impeccable organized, I thought to myself. People follow all the rules, while being respectfully quiet and smiling. I’m always amazed how easy things can be when people don’t think only about themselves.

I want to share with you one more thought.

When we got back to the car my son asked if we wanted to stop for some coffee, it was a unanimous “yes”. I was a little confused for a moment, since I thought that most places are closed because of Corona. We drove into a parking lot on our way back home. My son got out of the car and signaled me and Dina to follow. We walked up to a small and – as I suspected – closed, coffee shop. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, opened the door and said, “Let’s go!”. We followed him inside. Apparently his business partner also owns a coffee shop that was closing early every day because of Corona, but he always had access to it. I found the place to be super interesting. It was a red-brick, New York style, retro coffee place, with art works on the walls, and that small mom-and-pop shop vibe that you can only get in an east coast Brooklyn joint. But what got my attention more than anything was a hundred years old piano that was standing in the corner. When I was a child I used to play “Für Elise” by Beethoven, on a very similar piano we used to have. I quit playing at a young age, but the memory of being able to produce such beauty has never left me. I knew then that this vacation with my kids will be a big success. We raced home between the brown mountains of LA, listening to Beethoven, enjoying the drive, our lives, and each other.

Yes, my dear friends, I we should not give up, LIFE IS A GOOD AND A WONDERFUL THING.

Graffiti

Olga Goller

Original in Russian here

Published 13/01/2021  13:00 

Updated 14/01/2021 19:14