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 I love spending time in an art museum, but I don't go as often as I'd like. The better art museum in my area is just far enough from home that it isn't a casual trip to go there. And there's always the struggle of timing and schedules to get someone to go with. 

But today was my day. My mom (art degree) and daughter (attended art school) were gung ho about the Georgia O'Keefe exhibit at North Carolina Museum of Art. I twisted my other daughter's arm a bit (she likes making art more than looking at it and talking about it). My husband, who doesn't always get to do these things with me thanks to work schedules, and my daughter's boyfriend rounded out the group. So much fun. Such a great show!

The exhibit showcased some of O'Keefe's pieces alongside work by other artists who were inspired in some way by her or by her work. They had at least one O'Keefe to represent most of her common motifs: flowers, bleached bones, skyscrapers, swirls. 

I found two new to me artists to admire. 

Cynthia Daignault

This piece took up an entire long wall. It was made of 360 smaller paintings. The effect was amazing, but I think I was even more impressed by the magnitude of the project. Cynthia Daignault traveled the entire border of the United States (around the whole thing), stopping every 25 miles to take a photograph. Then, she made a small scale painting of each stop. As I viewed the wall (and I sat in front of this one a good, long while), my eye bumped across randomly, catching patterns like blue houses, and also followed smoothly and tried to guess her path from views. Quite a view of America. 

The other one was Negar Ahkami. 

Negar Ahkami

These paintings were so layered, they almost felt like mosaics. The acryllic paint was applied thickly, in layers and things like nail polish and glitter were used in some, which pleased my younger daughter who also likes non traditional art supplies. The coloration in the one I left largest in my image reminded me of Asian vases you see in museums, those gorgeous blues swirling over white. At the same time, there was something of the tentacle in the swoops that form the island and something of Taj Mahal and the like in the round dome of the "building." The mixture of Muslim stars and Stars of David in the background brought me back to a cathedral I saw somewhere in Spain when I was younger.  And the whole things was so vibrant and alive. 

So glad I got to go while this show was still here. 
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Christmas is one of those holidays that seems to be all about tradition. We wax nostalgic about how we celebrated as children. We watch old programs and retell old stories. We look back and think about whether we were naughty or nice. I guess it makes a kind of heart's sense, a season of looking back before the new year and the accompanying season of looking forward. 

We've had some trouble establishing and keeping traditions in our family. We don't live near where either of us grew up. Neither of us can go to "grandma's house" anymore, and no one has become the new matriarch in the place of any of these women we've lost. So, though our extended families still have parties and gatherings (of one sort or another0, we generally don't go, and if we do go, it feels weird and a little off. My husband, who is Catholic, can't find mass to attend that feels right here in North Carolina where most of the Catholics are Hispanic, rather than Irish and German Catholics like he grew up with. As a half-Jewish girl with no particular religious upbringing, some of this stuff wigs me out pretty good. 

But we have a few traditions: the girls have a sleepover together and do girly stuff like each other's hair and nails and stuff; we get and decorate a tree together; we drink eggnog when the tree is done; we watch the Charlie Brown Christmas special; we eat orange rolls; we play a game together; we bake cookies. 

We've had extra challenges this year in that it's one of those transitional years. Our eldest is eighteen, and has just finished her first semester of college. So, she's an adult…and a kid. She's at home…except when she's not. She (and we) wants everything to be like it always has, and at the same time to change appropriately for her age. Raising children is an exercise in transition. They are in constant flux. But this change from high school to college has been huge, and tougher on me than i could ever have anticipated, emotionally. 

Our youngest is eleven, and only just stopped believing in Santa last year. This year, she didn't really want to play. Though we still did stockings, there was no letter and tray of cookies for Santa with carrots for reindeer. We missed it. 

We almost didn't get a Christmas tree this year because we were waiting for a day with all four Bryants at home, which turned out to be Sunday, the 23rd. Apparently, that's considered too late to get a tree because all the tree lots were closed down when we got there. Luckily, a local store still had a few and we found an oddly lopsided tree that pleased our Charlie Brown loving hearts.

Our game-playing time was crunched because she had a Christmas dinner to go to with her boyfriend's family. She missed the eggnog and Charlie Brown. 

But, you know what? It was still great. There was still this moment when both girls were curled up with the new books they'd received. There was still the squabble over who got the last orange roll. They still got up early (for a tween and a teen) anxious for the gifts. We still laughed a whole lot. So, it might not have felt traditional, or nostalgic, but it was still a damn fine day. 

I hope the day treated all of you well, too, giving you cause for one kind of joy or another. 


Holi-daze

Dec. 22nd, 2018 09:19 pm
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ready I'm oddly well prepared for the holiday season this year. It helped that Chanukah and Christmas had a little space between them. It doesn't always work out that way. Sometimes I'm trying to enjoy my quiet reflective family focused time with candles while the world is throwing candy canes and reindeer antlers at me. 

It helped that we lost three days of school to snow days, but kept power and internet during those days so I still got stuff done. 

I seem to always fall into winter vacation as if from a great height, dropped and expected to hit the ground running, so this feels really good. Definitely makes me want to keep better control of the pace of my life so it can be like this more often. 

Isn't it odd how holidays become something we have to get "ready" for? Like a competition or a big test? Even a plan-ahead girl like me thinks that's a little crazy and wrong. 

In that vein, here's a Christmas sonnet I wrote a few years ago, when my husband and I were newly married and he was going full out gonzo trying to make sure my eldest had a great welcome into his family's traditions. 

On Christmas
 
I’m never sure which way to turn to sing
before the buzzing crowds of Christmas fans
or even if a song is best to bring
to greedy mouths and ever-grasping hands.
It overwhelms the senses, giddy yet
alarming, expansiveness abounding---
the brotherhood of credit cards and debt
the tinsel-wrapped carols resounding.
But when, at night, it gets quiet at last
and gifts are chosen, hidden till the day—
the mania, the shopping frenzy past—
I can hear it, humming my stress away.
There is a peace. I think it sounds like snow.
That peace. One gift I wish I could bestow. 


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