Daughter and I are off to Chicago today. Tara as a piece in a fashion exhibit featuring instructors and alumni from Columbia College. The opening is tonight in whatever they call the Sears Tower now. Tara graduated in 2009, and, though we'd drive down four to six times a year during her college stay, I have not be back since then.
Excited to have two exhibitions on Edward Gorey showing at Loyola College Museum of Art. I have loved his quirky work since discovering it longer ago than I can remember. We see how much the eyes and brain can suck in. He IS one of my major inspirations - art, text, working small often. My university had to invent a a degree major in Drawing so my tiny pen-and-ink efforts would be legit - ha!
On a very unfunny scary note - please remember D-Day tomorrow. Even with the film footage, photographs, audio records, and stories shared around tables where World War II veterans share just some of their memories, we can have no real comprehension of what it was to hit those beaches and climb those cliffs. Bowing with respect to those thousands, living and dead, who made the plans possible and accomplished. Hats off to you all!
Now it is time to look around the green backyard, admire the bleeding heart, cheer on the basils and lettuces, and baby sunflowers. Milkweeds are planning for butterflies, feeders are prepped for birds (and squirrels). We are lucky to have a backyard that's green and thriving. If art wasn't needed to be worked on and travels not headed out on, yes, I'd garden till I didn't want to anymore. Have never given me that gift.... hmmm. Some day?
Give yourself a small wonderful gift of some kind today? It might be a well-derserved ice-cream cone, fifteen minutes sitting by a river, a few pages in a too-long neglected book (yes, "Moby Dick" is coming along for the ride).
Our next art fair will be June 15-16 in Grand Forks, North Dakota. We will be staying at a nice little motel on the Minnesota side of Grand Forks, within blocks of our booth. And, yes, the art fair IS on both sides of the Red River - a one town two-state art festival. And it's a good one! The volunteers make our stay pleasant. Giant puppets parade around (more scary stuff for wussy me!), and it's in the midst of potato farming on a scale unknown to our family's little Potato River Farms doings back home in Gurney, Wisconsin. Still, I somehow feel "at home" driving past the many giant spud warehouses. Sugar beets and all their processing? Umm... not so much.
On that sweet note - it's time for tea, checking off the last few things on the lists, and heading for Chi Town. I'm sure many residents there were hoping to be cheering on their Blackhawks in the Stanley Cup Playoffs right now, but Penny C. and The Rolling Stones and most of us know "You Can't Always Get What You Want."
I want a tiny adventure. We'll see ya when we see ya!
Fare-thee-well,
Sue
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