Another American Adventure: art

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

art

John and I have different tendencies when it comes to art. I like the contemporary stuff and he heads over to the Egyptians. Either way, I find art both fascinating and fun. I like to let it do its thing. But it is best to go to a museum with someone else. They always poke you to look at something that you would otherwise miss.

These are some of the things from the Carnegie Museum that I happened to take a picture of - and I'm not real sure why I took the photos. Some of the things I looked at the longest, I didn't photo.

Carving on a whale vertabra

2 comments:

AnonymousJanuary 12, 2011 at 4:56 AM
re: apr.27.1978
how did it get past us, the date? 01/11/11
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beth cioffolettiJanuary 12, 2011 at 5:17 AM
I noted it, tiny, but didn't say anything about it. Guess I'm focused on 9.10.11 (the date that our son is getting married).

As for the apr.27.1978 ... I noted it because apr 27 is our wedding anniversary, only it was apr.17.1973 ... I though it was an interesting way to "showcase" a date in time.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.