What I saw at the Sagamore’s Miami Art Week Brunch
I’m not an art critic, I’m a writer. My husband and I have a small collection of original art, but we aren’t serious collectors (maybe someday). I love art — all types — whatever speaks to me. Why is this important? My bystander art status makes me the ideal audience for Sagamore’s recent Art Week Brunch experience. Why? This iconic Collins Avenue Miami Art Deco district hotel’s visionary new ownership has made it their mission to make art accessible, all boundaries exiled. After all, #Sagamoreisart.
The day began with a barrage of sights, smells, tastes, sounds and art. The Sagamore’s lobby, walkways, outdoor garden and pool deck shed much of its usual art collection to take on Femme Fatale, a curated ode to the beauty (internal and external), force and journey of women in life and art. Curators Catherine Ormen, Ronit Neuman and Sebastien Laboureau took obvious care to not limit the showcase to a certain genre. Street artists, painters, musicians, culinary artists and performance artists shared their passions with Miami that day.
What I saw
The highlight of my day was meeting painter Yigal Ozeri. His Untitled (Olya monochrome #7) painting of a young woman wearing lace, her hair blowing about, drew me in until I was swimming in it. I stood an inch away just to prove to myself it was a painting and not a photograph (such is Ozeri’s talent). I stood back and wondered, who is she? Is she someone Ozeri knew? What is on her mind as she looks intently at the person behind the camera? I was enchanted. I shook hands with her creator and spoke with him. It’s a moment I’ll remember for quite some time.
Ji, a dramatic and insanely talented pianist took the stage and played for all of us on a Steinway concert grand piano (a work of art as well). An elderly woman wandered onstage to get a close-up pic of the prodigy after hearing him play. The rest of us wanted to.
Street artist team of two, Yuhmi, used spray paint on canvas to paint a wide-eyed innocent girl in shades of spring. Details were carefully added with a brush. Several street artists’ works were available in the silent auction with proceeds going to Street Art for Mankind.
Several screens from the hotel to the pool showed performance artist Antonia Wright covered in 15,000 bees as she serenely went through the motions of tai chi. It reminded me to find inner peace in chaos and I found it soothing.
Chefs from Paul, a French bakery on Lincoln Road, made crepes by the pool. Their beautifully folded crepes along with the fruit skewers and pastries inside were art to me as well.
Inside, an impressive collection of French lingerie spanning 150 years was on display. I had thought I’d be amazed at how much has changed, but actually I felt the opposite. Construction techniques have morphed tremendously, but it seems the classic look of French undergarments is timeless. A holographic-style video display walked onlookers through decades of lingerie design with a hint of comedy.
There were many more, but these were my favorites. The day was a tribute to the mission of the Sagamore. What they say is true — Sagamore is art.