|thick fibers woven|
The day before I went to the local quilt shop sale, and purchased 6 yards of various prints averaging $4 a yard. As if I needed any more fabric... only how can a quilter/collector resist that price???
|a sketch of faces before doing the etching No I'm not touching it! It's about 3" X 4"|
|tiny and detailed, lines etched through wax, then acid poured in to etch the metal|
|the start to a 17th century joke??|
Did he have a wife and life? He must have been obsessed with art. He was apparently really good at self marketing as well, and business of art. I feel good at making art but not so good at marketing my work.
They gave us sheets of magnifiers to better see the tiny lines he etched. I'd look at a piece, see a vague landscape, then see tiny dogs and deer, hairs, when I looked through the magnifiers.
|I liked this Native American woman's art|
|note to self: Next time reverse the word's letters|
|Drew's print, upside down because I think it's cool this way|
|the way he meant it to be|
I once made a baking tray of gelatin, to make monoprints on fabric and loved what came out... I hope I locate those this year.
After the print making we walked through the other floors for an overview of permanent exhibits.
Interesting mix. I liked the interactive nature of some areas... encouraging us to try our hands. A mother and son were at an easel, drawing the horses here.
There is a Dior exhibit up til March, so we decided to return to see that with fresh eyes. It interested me to see a few peacocks among those of us dressed comfortably for 20F weather... those tall women with bored faces, clacking along in heels on hard floors, draped in scarves and designer clothing, hair and make-up done. They would sweep past me as if I were a squirrel in the park. Not looking at me, not noticing they shoved past a human, bored look in their eyes.
As a sociologist, it intrigued me. They had more important things to do than notice mere older women in stretch chords. Or so it seemed to me.
I did not feel less than, I merely observed behavior... from more than one fashionista there.
|ancient pot with flamingos painted on the neck|
|Isn't that grand!!!|
Sometime at the 5:30 mark, my eyes were full. I said, uncharacteristically (I stay til the end, ignoring physical needs) I said, "I'm tired... let's go and see more next time" so we made our way back to the parking lot and out of the city one more time. The drive was stressful to me, but we followed the breadcrumbs back to our suburb and our quiet house with the poodle waiting for us.