Curator Melissa Wolfe talks about the inspiration we can all take away from the Columbus Museum of Arts newest exhibition showcasing the work of home town hero George Bellows. George Bellows and the American Experience through January 4, 2014. This exhibition follows on the heels of a major retrospective of the artist organized by the [...]
Trying to justify to his father his decision to stay in Vienna as a freelancer rather than return home to Salzburg, Mozart walked a tightrope between satisfying his father’s emotional needs and claiming his right to live his own life.
Mozart’s conversation with the man who dismissed him from his court job with a kick in the backside turns into a sparring match – or would have, had either man had anything to swing at the other but schoolboy taunts.
Wolfgang Mozart’s effervescent personality covered the gamut from gregarious to goofball. Still, there’s a character in the Mozart family correspondence who was quite possibly even sillier than Mozart was on his dottiest day.
Mozart didn’t like his boss. The feelings were mutual. So Mozart quit.
Despite years of pain, the affable Mozart made even his dental issues a laughing matter – and material for music.
The goofiness and naughtiness of Mozart’s letters with his cousin, Maria Anna Thekla Mozart, knock our marble-bust image of Mozart right off its pedestal.
“You know that I had never seen anyone die, although I had often wished to,” Mozart wrote to his father. “How cruel that my first experience should be the death of my mother!”
Mozart’s Parisian saga continues with complaints about rude hosts, dirty pool from a concert impresario – even unacceptably muddy streets.
Wolfgang to Leopold: I still don’t like Paris. Leopold to Wolfgang: Deal with it.
During his job hunting trip to Paris, Mozart cozied up to all the right people in the French capital, networked something fierce and, as he did everywhere, handily made a bunch of friends. But, alas – No. Such. Luck.