Posted in Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling?

Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 12/15/25

Marveling this 15th Day of Advent, remembering our FASCINATING few hours last week at Philadelphia’s uniquely beautiful Barnes Foundation.

Have you heard of this incredible art museum? I hadn’t.

“Philadelphia art collector Albert C. Barnes (1872–1951) chartered the Barnes in 1922 to teach people from all walks of life how to look at art. Over three decades, he collected some of the world’s most important impressionist, post-impressionist, and modern paintings, including works by Renoir, Cézanne, Matisse, and Picasso. He displayed them alongside African masks, native American jewelry, Greek antiquities, and decorative metalwork.” Barnesfoundation.org

I’ve never seen a museum like this!

The exhibition rooms are arranged in what is referred to as “ensembles,” mixing paintings with decorative objects like door hinges and metalwork to create visual dialogues across cultures and time periods. There are no explanatory notes beside each piece. Barnes did not want to tell the observer what to think about the art. (Today you can download an app which will give you info, if you choose to do so.)

Vincent van Gogh’s The Smoker (Le Fumeur)

After a bit, HR and I went our separate ways exploring and discovering.

Then I turned a corner and … saw my … my … Joy.

Wait, no, not Robert.

The colorful painting to the right of HR’s bald and shining pate.

I walked quickly past the interfering, albeit smooth, head and stood mesmerized in front of the painting which had so captured my consciousness.

The blue, or blues, drew me closer and had me standing, at peace, at calm.

The over-plenty of fruit spread across the table reminded me that my table never lacks bounty.

The painting shouted loudly that diversity of color, of shape, of direction and intent is a good thing. That colorful difference should be celebrated and displayed. Should be framed as masterful.

I stood entranced by art’s aim.

And I hope that Matisse somehow sensed, back in the warm summer of 1907 when he completed this scrumptious still life, that he was painting it specifically for an old fellow in the cold of 2025.

“This painting belongs to a remarkable group of still lifes made between 1906 and 1908 in which Matisse explores arabesques—designs of intertwined, flowing lines that function to move the viewer’s eye around the canvas. Matisse had been studying the works of Cézanne, who had died in 1906, and Cézanne’s influence can be seen in the tension here between two and three dimensions. To create the illusion of depth, Matisse constructs a series of horizontals and verticals that recede like a staircase.” Barnes Foundation

Posted in Art Joy

One-Word Wednesday 12/10/25

Spectacular!

Philadelphia Museum of Art on Monday

I don’t quite know how to tell you this, but when the guards weren’t looking, HR somehow managed to “confiscate” Van Gogh’s spectacular masterpiece (on the day of our ninth anniversary, no less). Then with his uncanny abilities, dastardly reduce the treasure to pin/brooch size!

He obviously didn’t think I would notice his new “pin” (he has a zillion).

But I did.

Here we are this morn at our hotel’s breakfast, Robert so casually enjoying his coffee, watching the news, not realizing I was documenting evidence.

Now I must decide what to do about all his travel shenanigans.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 11/20/25

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Robert’s little red hat under Burger King’s new lights … which look like a gargantuan burger. See the top bun on the right?

2. Remembering last Sunday and Savannah Photo Club’s Third Sunday Photo Walk. (Whew. That’s a mouthful.)

We met at the newly opened and very cool Laundry Diner …

… and walked about a mile around the Thomas Square neighborhood.

Most folks had these fancy cameras (including Robert), some with lens as long as my forearm, but I tagged along, head held high, with my trusty iPhone.

Perhaps the thing I love most about the monthly walk, other than the photo snapping and the socializing, is the opportunity to really SEE your city, up close and personal, which can only be done on foot.

Oh, we finished up the walk back at the diner, sharing a … little BLT.

3. The ability to walk. Oh my goodness, what an “I usually take it for granted” blessing!

4. Simple beauty.

Centerpiece on a lunch table recently

5. Attending an absolutely fascinating interview at our local Jepson Center for the Arts, featuring New York-based costume designer for stage and film Tracy Christensen.

After talking about the behind-the-scenes work involved in dressing characters, Tracy specifically delved into her collaborative role with Glenn Close and the Broadway reprisal of Sunset Boulevard in 2017.

Miraculously, Robert and I were in NYC and able to see the brilliant actress as Norma Desmond on the very final day of the production.

A few samples of Close’s archive of outfits she wore in various projects over the years on display at The Jepson.

Look! There’s HR, walking down his own pretend runway.

May Happiness and Good Health be your Costume this Weekend.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #27

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations

So Robert and I were driving down the Truman Parkway here in Savannah the other day, minding our own business, when I casually looked out the passenger-side window and saw this.

Well actually, I “saw” nothing at first and started to look away, again casually, when a thunderous shout/scream reverberated through our little vehicle.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? TAKE A PICTURE—IT’LL LAST LONGER!”

Two things happened next. First, I quickly took another picture.

Second, before I glanced at the second photo, I nervously chuckled in my terror, remembering the famous Pee-wee Herman line.

The Chuckle Changed to Chagrin as I saw the bright, angry lightning pulse through the … the … the creature’s laughing mouth. See it?

“Robert!” I yelled. “Do you see him? We must leave this place! It harbors horror! Drive faster!”

HR took his eyes off the road for a second, long enough to give me a here-we-go-again stare, a stare one might bequeath a pitiful child or, perhaps, Pee Wee Herman.

“He was there. I saw him,” I countered.

But by that time the furtive creature had made his way into the words.

We rode the rest of the way home in silence.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #26

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

So the other day Robert and I were over at the Savannah Botanical Gardens, minding our own business, and enjoying some of their early Spring Beauty …

… when I decided to meander down to their little peaceful pond …

… when out of the blue, I saw her, hiding in the not-quite-yet-blooming irises …

… a cute brown puppy, in her own world, meditatively stretching back, yoga-ish, toward the quiet fountain beyond.

She paid my approach scant attention, a single silent shake of her head, so not wanting to impose further on her pose, I slipped past the pines, quietly bidding my adieu.