||[Jul. 13th, 2003|10:02 pm]
I have reached the end of another hectic weekend. Today Kat and I went out to see how things were progressing at the garden plot.
We've taken a Nixon-esque approach, declaring victory and going home. Gardening a 40-minute drive from the house seemed like a much better idea in the chill of late winter. We got enough lettuce for a really big salad. The corn was as high as an elephant's...toenail. Three foot-high tomoato plants remained, and two of them even had a small green tomato growing on them. There was one squash blossom on a squash plant not much larger than a cereal bowl.
Strictly out of scientific curiosity, we've vowed to make a final trip out there at the end of the season.
From there we proceeded to the Cain Park Art Festival, where I was tempted by one item I could have afforded and one that I could never have seriously considered buying. The affordable item was a set of pottery mixing bowls painted inside and out in green and purples. Very beautiful, but as a practical matter we really have no place for them.
The other item was a painting. As I walked into this artist's booth I was fascinated. I observed to Kat and Eric that though the paintings themselves were flowing with simple lines (in style and subject much like the studies of Da Vinci, though a bit more complete and colorful), the frames were fascinatingly iconographic. The artist was standing right behind me when I said it and murmured an enthusiastic, "Uh huh!" I wonder how many people get what he's going for in these icons that are not byzantine in the style of the painting. Some of them had gold doors that opened, all of them had elaborate, multi-part frames. The piece that caught my eye was the four seasons, each of them a very tall, slender woman dressed in a flowing gown and decorated for her season. They were side-by-side in the matte, and the matte around them was four gold columns, arched at the top. It was striking, and I hope the artist will be at the Ann Arbor show next weekend so I can show Ferrett.
It was also large, and so dramatic that in order to display it in our house we would literally have to remove every other piece of artwork from the living room, hang it over the fireplace and let it command the space.
Then there was the $1800 price tag.
Enjoyed the rest of the show, but it was getting very hot, and I was exhausted and sore from the moving, so headed home. Where I indulged in some creative wall-staring for a little while until Jeff induced me into helping hang pictures with the lure of dinner. His place looks terrific, now that the artwork is up. Very homey. I'd live there.
Staggered back home and watched a bit of TV, weeded the herb garden, sat on my swing watching the fireflies. Now ready to fall into bed.
I can't believe I have to be at work at 6am though. Agh!!!