© Ruth Lopez
Last week I was floating on my back in a Michigan lake with an endless sand bar when it started to rain lightly and I had my first magic moment of summer. I stayed in, eyes closed, and felt the drops on my face. Vacation accomplished.
Now I'm refreshed and ready to take on a variety of tasks beginning with a note to the National Trust for Historic Preservation. The organization is partnering with a beer company on an crowdfunding campaign to raise money for the restoration of the 1964 Miami Marine Stadium. The press release on this "masterwork of civic architecture and modern construction in Miami," didn't bother to name the architect. Look, this is a good cause and collaboration, but creatives need to be recognized for their work. Hilario Candela. We are talking about four extra words: ... designed by Hilario Candela ...
When artists aren't credited, I want to say that it enrages me, but maybe that is not accurate. Miffed, concerned, irritated, annoyed...whatever... it is an injustice and it is lazy. It reminds me of the uncultured editor of a magazine that I worked for who, among her many crimes, changed the word naive to native on a piece that I wrote about Brazilian folk art because she didn't understand the term. Clearly, I must have meant native as there are dark people in Brazil. This isn't quite the same scenario, I can hear you say, Rose. I am claiming PTSD. This is the same editorial logic that would say things like: I've never heard of that person, in, for example, a reference to economist Milton Friedman in an art show on the free market, and asking for either a more "popular" name or deleting it all together. This is turning into a rats nest and I apologize for dumping this on you and not taking the time to organize my thoughts. I know how careful you are about where things go. Forgive me.