Dance Dance Dance
The Dancers. All those ballerinas. I had a framed print on my childhood wall.
I’m visiting my sister but Wednesday we’re headed to family in Ohio.
On Monday at MOMA, I read signs of the Edgar Degas exhibit which previews the day we leave the city-glimpses of what I’d miss were represented in the gift shop.
Degas dancers on bookmarks,stationery, prints to be framed, journals, magnets, a children’s book. Not a mug in sight!
The weekly photo challenge inspired by
“Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.”
— Oscar Wilde
Grandchildren Anna and Michael and Vincent Van Gogh at the Metropolitan Museum of Art at Thanksgiving time.
The Weekly Photo Challenge is supposedly the Rule of Thirds but the presentation of the challenge is so completely different from what I have been taught and teach- I thought of adding the grid on some of these images to size them up. But decided to just go with what I see as broken up into thirds, or in some cases threes.
Confined myself to a NYC archive to simplify the selections. My gallery doesn’t fit the parameters of the suggested minimalist, off center subject and a blurry background.
My neighbors invited me to accompany them to the Carnegie Museum of Art for the opening reception of Storyteller: The Photographs of Duane Michals. The exhibition was curated by Linda Benedict- Jones and is quite impressive, requiring a return visit to take the show in when it’s less crowded.
In the Hall of Sculpture after the remarks, i was standing on the lighted glass floor and so were three others. Our 4 pairs of black shoes with the light coming from the floor below.
Photographer Martha Rial and I had our phones out, capturing the pattern. I call it One Shiny Shoe.
Where the light comes from below
Here is a man looking closely at the photos of Andy Warhol and his mother Julia.
When I got to the refreshments table there were a few grapes
Some of you saw this on FB already but here I am in the Hall of Architecture under the artwork “The Piano” by Chilean Artist Sebastian Errazuriz
I asked a random museum goer if he’d take my photo. He’d already taken a selfie under the 800 pound piano.
When I showed this photo to the high school students, they said I was crazy to stand under it. I said, wouldn’t it be funny to have a tall ladder and some hedge clippers? They groaned.
Mark said it looked like I was in a Looney Tune.
Friday afternoon at the Carnegie Museum of Natural History and the Hall of Architecture.
With three of the grandchildren, one of them is always “between”.
This week’s challenge is hosted by the Danielle Hark founder of a blog I follow-
“Danielle is a photographer, writer, life coach, and the founder of the online gallery and nonprofit Broken Light Collective, which empowers people affected by mental illness using photography.”
Michael between Maura and Jack- Hall of Architecture.
Chiseling and brushing off the sand from fossils- future Paleontologists.
Taking a rest on the bench
Feeling the diplodocus femur
10% of the Surdick family collection of insects native to Western Pennsylvania, donated to the Carnegie Museum.
In the sculpture courtyard-oops, where’s Jack? The yellow sculpture , Three Forms, between the two- (Artist James Rosati)
Rockford Art Museum
Tuesday April 15th
Pot of Chili
Snow Yard from the Kitchen
Carnegie Music Hall Pittsburgh PA
Center for the Arts Wedding – Marc and Roberta
Detroit Artist at Mattress Factory
At least a year ago, my friend Connie W. from Florida, sent a newspaper article from an Ocala paper about the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb Croatia. Connie must have read it and thought of Matthew, my son who lives there. I asked him one time about it and then another time and we didn’t talk about it or mention it for along while. Then I said I hope he could take Flat Ruthie there as I thought it would be an interesting place to visit. Then Flat Ruthie went missing. And besides Flat Ruthie hasn’t really had any relationships to break up that I’m aware of………….
Today in my email I received photographs of his visit to the Museum of Broken Relationships. Here is what Matthew wrote:
My Blog-following friends- Sasha, Ana Maria and Tanja asked if I had taken Flat Ruthie to the Museum of Broken Relationships. I hadn’t. So we decided to go together and take some pics for the Blog. Flat Ruthie was too busy exploring the remote reaches of my desk drawers, so she opted not to join us this time. I bought a Bad Memories Eraser for Mom at the gift shop, but a few hours later ran into a friend who needed it more. Her boyfriend has gone to NYC to play the drums.
I wonder what she’ll donate to the museum: a pair of scuffed sticks or an abandoned ride cymbal? Hopefully, she’ll update us when she decides – Matthew
It isn’t just the objects. It is the stories behind the objects.
Tanja, Sasha, Ana at the Museum of Broken Relationships in Zagreb
At the gift shop
I am so happy you all encouraged MAtthew to go to the museum!!!
I am not sure to whom the credit should go to for the photo of Matthew at the entrance. Let me know and I can edit the post.
Photo credit to Sasha, Tanja or Ana Maria- Thank you