Last Friday, I went down to Philadelphia to finish up a tattoo I’ve been working on for ages. After a mishap with my appointment, and tempted with the possibility of rescheduling for the next day, I ended up on a surprise mini-vacation. (And thanks to Automattic being distributed, plus filled with some of the best people ever, my good friend/coworker let us crash for a night.) Having an unexpectedly free afternoon meant I was completely unsure of what to do. I’m a planner, and I usually have lists filled with what needs to be accomplished every hour. (Yes, I realize how that makes me sound.) So after lunch and a surprise visit on my team’s weekly hangout, I made my way over to the Philadelphia Art Museum.
My interest in architecture generally begins and ends with George Costanza’s many failed and fraudulent attempts on Seinfeld. Of course, I interact with architecture on a daily basis, but all those angular lines and mathematical equations always kept me at arms distance. Despite my lack of interest, I remember first hearing of Frank Lloyd Wright after visiting a museum with my Girl Scouts troop at some point in my relatively distant past. If my memory isn’t lying to me, I remember being struck by the way in which his buildings blended in with the natural atmosphere around them: a wooden and sunny house surrounded by a wooden and sunny forest.
On Mulberry St.
The Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art at the Brooklyn Museum has been calling me for years, but I kept ignoring it…
Not too long ago, I wrote about the Montclair Art Museum and, this past weekend, I finally took a portrait workshop at the Yard School of Art. The last time I took a bonafide art course was almost 10 years ago when I took a few teen classes at the Moore College of Art and Design in Philadelphia. At the time, I was planning to go to art school and spent many hours between my high school art classes, nighttime drawing sessions, and workshops at Moore drawing, painting, sketching, and dreaming about being an artist. After eventually deciding that art school wasn’t for me, not having admissions as a goal really allowed me to drop my art practice.