Since my writing classes are at the Morean Arts Center, I’ve been spending a lot of time looking at art, which sorta makes sense. Saturday, St Patrick’s Day or St. Gertrude’s Day depending how you feel about cats, was a busy day at the center. There were art classes on the third floor, writing classes on the second floor, and on the first floor in the exhibit space, the creative kidlets of St. Pete were getting their face painted, having their pictures taken. They were icing cookies and making leprechauns and wearable leprechaun hats, all in the exhibition space.
The new exhibition is Freshly Squeezed 2 it features artists that haven’t had their big break yet, and I can sure identify with that. I strolled through the exhibit, and the artist that spoke to me the most was Jack Fields, he’s inspired by mythology and I think it shows.
Krampus, is that you?
I love this!
This is my favorite for so many reasons and if I had the money I would buy it. My real father looked like Theodore Roosevelt. He was bigger than life, and took over every room he was in, at least that’s how I remember him. He also wasn’t suited to be a family man. I think he was always a bit afraid of being with my Mother and I, although I don’t know why, we both loved him so much. And I know how much he loved her. When my parents got divorced, I went on a one girl crusade to get his approval, which by the way, did not work. When he died, it came as a bit of a relief, because I just didn’t have to try anymore. It was over. My Aunt told me that over a thousand people came to his funeral. That could be an exaggeration, The Christians are nothing if not storytellers, but he was popular in town, everyone loved him. I do know I wasn’t one of them. I have always thought the saddest part about my Dad dying was that my life went on exactly the same. This piece made me think about the good things that my father possessed, things I think he passed on to me, even if he didn’t share them with me. Also T.R. is my favorite President, not because my Dad looked like him, but because you know, Teddy Bears!
This is my other favorite, because while I was there the artist explained how he made it, every part of it, to a very fascinated little boy. He told him that you don’t need expensive supplies, sometimes you use oven mitts. That’s the thing that I am loving about being here again. People share. Maybe his mom won’t appreciate it when the little boy cuts up her oven mitts, but I doubt he’ll forget the advice.
I know I won’t.
Song of the day, which I could listen to every day zydeco She’s Not There