History, art...one of the deepest love affairs of all time! In pursuit of my quiet happiness, I've made a resolution to visit once a month for their "Drawing in the Galleries" on Sundays, alone or with friends (today I went solo). I'll also treat myself to the Kresage Court for a few hours, with enough time to eat a designer sandwich and work on my thesis.
The museum itself is absolutely stunning, with every arch or wall holding some sort of timeless treasure. Today I was drawing in the Main Gallery, complete with those stately arches and walls. They move to different exhibits each month, and the museum provides paper, pencils, and a place to sit. I decided on one of the handsome suits of armor as my model. It couldn't be too hard, could it?
Apparently drawing anything remotely resembling a human being is difficult. At one point I looked up to see a child next to me, with his scribbles resembling the armor better. My anxieties from 8th grade art class came rushing back, complete with an audience behind me. I had to keep reminding myself that the purpose of this visit is not to draw the *best,* but to practice observation and appreciate art. With that in mind, I started to doodle in the margins. One day my children will find this in a box and wonder about my mental state...good luck kids!
On the way out I stopped at the gift shop. These adorable prints were on sale, so I snatched up a few for my classroom. I refrained from buying any books, since I already have enough to qualify me for an episode of Hoarders...
A lovely Sunday. How can I return to work this week?