Michelle and I find pleasure in bringing our younger sister along. Not only on outings, which as we all know is nice to do do in groups, but also in the little things like what to wear and small nuances that cover or enhance our visual presentations. Small things such as adding a contrasting belt to give a better impression of having a waistline. Or buttoning a button or two to create a waist and hips, or selecting eye shadows for the mood of the day. Perhaps a little highlighter or contouring to subtly change the shape of brow, cheeks or nose. But most of all the fun of getting ready and doing things together as the women we are. The joy of being women out together and the rest of the world be damned.
I'm afraid Jessica and Michelle are correct. I am unable to see beyond the physical composition to the artful interpretations of things. I seem to have a simple logical mind that sees what is there and how it it put together. The one thing of the few things we saw that peaked my interest was the living wall. A 30 foot high wall of growing plants. I think it said there were 29 varieties of plants there but that was lost on me. What struck me was it was a vertical growing green surface with one purple bloom standing out alone over in the upper right hand area. One bit of color in a sea of browns and greens. I wiouldn't have known (or even cared) how many plants were there had I not walk over to look closer at how the plants were growing. They wall in compose of a brown surface wit small pockets on soil built into it. The sign just happened to be there to read. What it said beyond the number of varieties I couldn't tell you. To me it mattered not.
Jessica was impressed by the structural art of some guy who conceptualizes art in metal structures with shapes of curves, points, colors, stresses and balance. She sees the balance and beauty in the pieces and understand the esthetics of the piece. I see cut hunks of painted metal held together with rivets, bolts, and welds.
On another floor on a table by itself sat an old roll paper printer that someone allowed to run unchecked so it made a piled mess of printed paper on the floor behind it. That is what I saw. What others see in it I have no idea. I thought of the time and effort it would take to make that mess neat again.
Though conceptual art is completely lost on me I am able to enjoy my time with two of my girlfriends doing what they enjoyed. Spending time with them and the people I have met on this little road trip is my concept of art.
Hugs,
Laurie
