As I begin to type this I feel tired already!
We had so much fun yesterday!
Walking around the museum and the rose garden, having lunch topped off with Crème brûlée and then a little quilt shop action has exhausted me!
I will try to show you a few things of beauty but please check this link out and visit my Flickr set of photos.
First we went into the section where the Grandma Moses paintings were on display and marveled at her work.
I was never a big fan, dare I admit, but I think I am converted.
Her naive style always seemed too simple and plain but when you are up close you can see all the brush strokes and a sparkle of glitter- which surprised and delighted me. Apparently she was criticized for that use of glitter but continued to add it because she wanted her snow to twinkle and shine.
Once, as I was asking the girls what they thought a shape was, pointing with my finger, not touching the glass covered painting, a docent immediately appeared (on silent ninja feet and could have killed us instantly as we were caught unaware) and admonished me and said that "they like you to keep a distance of 18" at all times from any art work".
Well, the trickle of fear went down my spine and then as we were leaving Cheryl asked a different docent if pictures were allowed and she said yes, without a flash.
So, I started to take a few and someone then narced on me to the ninja Docent and I overheard her say that photography was forbidden under any circumstances as I rounded the corner into the next room, expecting at any minute to be hauled out by my ear and tossed into the back alley where "no dogs allowed" boomed in a big voice.
It's not like I tried to sit in her rocker.
Or steal her licensed fabric.
Or liberate her apron and wear it!!
You can't take me anywhere, I tell ya!
I loved the quotes on the walls. The letters cut from vinyl.
She celebrated the homemaker and considered her painting to be like any other home keeping hand work.
Like sewing or embroidery, which she did until her arthritis became too bad.
She died the year that I was born, 1961.
So we drank our fill of Folk Art , and said goodbye to Granny Moses and then went to the next exhibit which featured Jacob Lawrence.
Then we were back out into the sunshine and after a delightful lunch we toured the Rose garden.
Love bugs and honey bees.
I wish you could see it like it was- and smell the air, perfumed with hundreds of blooming roses.
It was a sensory overload for sure and we were saturated and sated with art, food, beauty and friendship. A wonderful day.
Now, this morning seems cloudy and I suspect more much needed rain. It rained several times over the weekend and as I cleaned and straightened and organized I was glad. Blah, Blah, Blah...anyway- I am off to sew until this evening when it will be the monthly meeting of Surface Design. We are having a hat swap and a speaker.
I will recharge the batteries!
Have a happy Tuesday and I'll be back with more Show & Tell Tomorrow!
Love & Stitches,