Singing Along the Journey

Visual Arts

Topics that relate to viewing the visual arts

Goodbye, woods and water….

Take a deep breath, I tell myself.  Breathe in, the scent of those Jeffrey pines is the smell of this place.  Listen to the sharp song of those stellar jays as they hop everywhere; remember their unusual blue coloring.  Listen, look, feel -- remember it all, because you do not know when or if you will ever return.  You see,  I have a long day of anonymous travel ahead of me, but first, I have a couple of hours to sit and savor the peace and quiet of this forest on the beautiful blue lake in the Sierras before I  join the moving masses driving west and south on I-80…
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A little art talk…

After a week filled with uncertainty and travel changes (our trip to Israel became a getaway to London after half of our tour was cancelled because of the political situation), a lot of walking in the rain and a "hop across the pond" as they say in merry old England, I am back at home unpacking the treasures from my just completed trip and pondering some of the sights and sounds of the last week.  While there was so much that was memorable, the event two events I just can't stop thinking about are my visit to St. Paul's Cathedral and my visit to the Tate Britain. Both visits involved…
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The real closet cleaning…

There is closet cleaning, and there is closet cleaning.  Yes, time spent getting rid of books and clothes and unused kitchen items, this is standard for me at this time of year.  But boy was I surprised when God called upon me most unexpectedly to do some real closet cleaning--getting the cobwebs out of my intentions. Let me explain. You see, I was having a nice day out.  I've been concerned that lately, well, I haven't really been much fun.  Any time [caption id="attachment_570" align="alignright" width="207" caption="Julia Margaret Cameron's "The Sunflowers""][/caption] someone suggests something to do for, well, just for fun, I say no.  No to going to a movie. …
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But, is it really art?

[caption id="attachment_13" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Marcel Duschamp's "Fresh Widow""][/caption] Not an original question, but one I have been asking a lot lately -- AGAIN. Someone very dear to me has been, for the last year and a half, in the gruelling process of qualifying to be a Docent at the National Gallery of Art  in Washington, D.C.  And I do mean gruelling -- day long classes most Saturdays for nine months, and then torcherous research to develop each specialized tour, and finally, the nerve-wracking process of  "qualifying" for each tour category -- Introduction to Western Art, East Building Tour (20th century art), and on and on. And so, because my friend…
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Goodbye, woods and water….

Take a deep breath, I tell myself.  Breathe in, the scent of those Jeffrey pines is the smell of this place.  Listen to the sharp song of those stellar jays as they hop everywhere; remember their unusual blue coloring.  Listen, look, feel -- remember it all, because you do not know when or if you will ever return.  You see,  I have a long day of anonymous travel ahead of me, but first, I have a couple of hours to sit and savor the peace and quiet of this forest on the beautiful blue lake in the Sierras before I  join the moving masses driving west and south on I-80…
Read More

A little art talk…

After a week filled with uncertainty and travel changes (our trip to Israel became a getaway to London after half of our tour was cancelled because of the political situation), a lot of walking in the rain and a "hop across the pond" as they say in merry old England, I am back at home unpacking the treasures from my just completed trip and pondering some of the sights and sounds of the last week.  While there was so much that was memorable, the event two events I just can't stop thinking about are my visit to St. Paul's Cathedral and my visit to the Tate Britain. Both visits involved…
Read More

The real closet cleaning…

There is closet cleaning, and there is closet cleaning.  Yes, time spent getting rid of books and clothes and unused kitchen items, this is standard for me at this time of year.  But boy was I surprised when God called upon me most unexpectedly to do some real closet cleaning--getting the cobwebs out of my intentions. Let me explain. You see, I was having a nice day out.  I've been concerned that lately, well, I haven't really been much fun.  Any time [caption id="attachment_570" align="alignright" width="207" caption="Julia Margaret Cameron's "The Sunflowers""][/caption] someone suggests something to do for, well, just for fun, I say no.  No to going to a movie. …
Read More

But, is it really art?

[caption id="attachment_13" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Marcel Duschamp's "Fresh Widow""][/caption] Not an original question, but one I have been asking a lot lately -- AGAIN. Someone very dear to me has been, for the last year and a half, in the gruelling process of qualifying to be a Docent at the National Gallery of Art  in Washington, D.C.  And I do mean gruelling -- day long classes most Saturdays for nine months, and then torcherous research to develop each specialized tour, and finally, the nerve-wracking process of  "qualifying" for each tour category -- Introduction to Western Art, East Building Tour (20th century art), and on and on. And so, because my friend…
Read More

Goodbye, woods and water….

Take a deep breath, I tell myself.  Breathe in, the scent of those Jeffrey pines is the smell of this place.  Listen to the sharp song of those stellar jays as they hop everywhere; remember their unusual blue coloring.  Listen, look, feel -- remember it all, because you do not know when or if you will ever return.  You see,  I have a long day of anonymous travel ahead of me, but first, I have a couple of hours to sit and savor the peace and quiet of this forest on the beautiful blue lake in the Sierras before I  join the moving masses driving west and south on I-80…
Read More

A little art talk…

After a week filled with uncertainty and travel changes (our trip to Israel became a getaway to London after half of our tour was cancelled because of the political situation), a lot of walking in the rain and a "hop across the pond" as they say in merry old England, I am back at home unpacking the treasures from my just completed trip and pondering some of the sights and sounds of the last week.  While there was so much that was memorable, the event two events I just can't stop thinking about are my visit to St. Paul's Cathedral and my visit to the Tate Britain. Both visits involved…
Read More

The real closet cleaning…

There is closet cleaning, and there is closet cleaning.  Yes, time spent getting rid of books and clothes and unused kitchen items, this is standard for me at this time of year.  But boy was I surprised when God called upon me most unexpectedly to do some real closet cleaning--getting the cobwebs out of my intentions. Let me explain. You see, I was having a nice day out.  I've been concerned that lately, well, I haven't really been much fun.  Any time [caption id="attachment_570" align="alignright" width="207" caption="Julia Margaret Cameron's "The Sunflowers""][/caption] someone suggests something to do for, well, just for fun, I say no.  No to going to a movie. …
Read More

But, is it really art?

[caption id="attachment_13" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Marcel Duschamp's "Fresh Widow""][/caption] Not an original question, but one I have been asking a lot lately -- AGAIN. Someone very dear to me has been, for the last year and a half, in the gruelling process of qualifying to be a Docent at the National Gallery of Art  in Washington, D.C.  And I do mean gruelling -- day long classes most Saturdays for nine months, and then torcherous research to develop each specialized tour, and finally, the nerve-wracking process of  "qualifying" for each tour category -- Introduction to Western Art, East Building Tour (20th century art), and on and on. And so, because my friend…
Read More

Goodbye, woods and water….

Take a deep breath, I tell myself.  Breathe in, the scent of those Jeffrey pines is the smell of this place.  Listen to the sharp song of those stellar jays as they hop everywhere; remember their unusual blue coloring.  Listen, look, feel -- remember it all, because you do not know when or if you will ever return.  You see,  I have a long day of anonymous travel ahead of me, but first, I have a couple of hours to sit and savor the peace and quiet of this forest on the beautiful blue lake in the Sierras before I  join the moving masses driving west and south on I-80…
Read More

A little art talk…

After a week filled with uncertainty and travel changes (our trip to Israel became a getaway to London after half of our tour was cancelled because of the political situation), a lot of walking in the rain and a "hop across the pond" as they say in merry old England, I am back at home unpacking the treasures from my just completed trip and pondering some of the sights and sounds of the last week.  While there was so much that was memorable, the event two events I just can't stop thinking about are my visit to St. Paul's Cathedral and my visit to the Tate Britain. Both visits involved…
Read More

The real closet cleaning…

There is closet cleaning, and there is closet cleaning.  Yes, time spent getting rid of books and clothes and unused kitchen items, this is standard for me at this time of year.  But boy was I surprised when God called upon me most unexpectedly to do some real closet cleaning--getting the cobwebs out of my intentions. Let me explain. You see, I was having a nice day out.  I've been concerned that lately, well, I haven't really been much fun.  Any time [caption id="attachment_570" align="alignright" width="207" caption="Julia Margaret Cameron's "The Sunflowers""][/caption] someone suggests something to do for, well, just for fun, I say no.  No to going to a movie. …
Read More

But, is it really art?

[caption id="attachment_13" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Marcel Duschamp's "Fresh Widow""][/caption] Not an original question, but one I have been asking a lot lately -- AGAIN. Someone very dear to me has been, for the last year and a half, in the gruelling process of qualifying to be a Docent at the National Gallery of Art  in Washington, D.C.  And I do mean gruelling -- day long classes most Saturdays for nine months, and then torcherous research to develop each specialized tour, and finally, the nerve-wracking process of  "qualifying" for each tour category -- Introduction to Western Art, East Building Tour (20th century art), and on and on. And so, because my friend…
Read More