Dear Reader,
What a beautiful day in the neighborhood! (With apologies to Mr. Rogers, LOL.) While it’s still mighty hot out, I’m beginning to see a few of the feathered species return to the block.
Like yesterday felt, today’s post will necessarily be brief. Because holiday! (I think I may be over that sentence construction. It’s giving 2018 or before, isn’t it?)
Word Raccoon and I were reminded by a friend of an exhibit about to close at the FMOA on Art Deco and Jazz Age fashion. They had us at fashion.
But what really stood out to us were a couple of newly acquired paintings. We bent close and examined the brush strokes. There is something captivating about that, something that captures our brain in a way that even lovely colors (and we live for color) do not do.
So here’ s a quick recap of the outing, via photos. The American Regionalism exhibit features lithographs and photographs (look closely at the bottom Grant Wood one if you go. Pretty sure a house will look familiar!)
And the Chuck Sperry exhibit was outstanding. It felt all of a piece, and WR said she would’ve chosen from pretty much any of them for album covers.
Then, as ever, there is the startling glass exhibit. A few pieces had been swapped out since we’d been last.
(WR is tugging at me to tell you that we went to see Toy Story 5 afterwards, and loved it. Joan Cusack as Jessie for the win! What, she’s not allowed to like art and animation, LOL?)
As to that crazy Woolf/Behn poem situation, while the main poem is still brewing, WR found a way to get the second poem to detach from the first: she turned it into a punny poem. Problem solved. This is probably just notes for the first, after all, but here she is.
Its main function is to separate one series of thoughts from another, to free the first idea from the second. It doesn’t matter how bad the poem is, although, truth be told, WR kinda finds it amusing.
(Please note this is not meant to be historically accurate, although a quick search says yes, brown hair could be dyed blonde during Behn’s time. Or a wig could be worn.)
Anyway.
Aphra Behn, Dyed
From brunette to blonde
In one broad stroke,
Our Lady of Words, apparently
craved a new ‘do.
*history whispers in my ear*
Never mind, folks.
I’ve been told the marker
actually means
she’s buried here.
Sorry, Mrs. Behn.
Not telling what movie I’m going to see today, lest I sound super silly. I might confess tomorrow. Maybe.
And I’m definitely going to blame WR. 🥰
Drema