Paralyzed From the Brain Down - April 3, 2020

To say the past weeks have been weird is an understatement. I have been trying to work from home, but it's difficult. What's worse is that I'm home more, but am completely unable to paint! I'm paralyzed and I can't figure out what's wrong. My husband says all psychological problems are inherently fixable if you can articulate what the problem is. So when I can't articulate it, I feel worse, like it's only ME standing in the way of feeling better. If only I were smarter.
One fun thing is that my siblings and I are all talking more online. Yesterday we had the best conversation because one never-available-when-we-group-call sibling actually took part! Unfortunately, they also got mad when I took a (lot) screenshots. I touched up one of the screenshots to show how they should really feel about me. 

I'm thinking of downloading some filters for my next meeting at work and looking like the potato lady I can't stop laughing at this picture. 

And laugh…

A Day at the Getty

Yesterday my son made a fortunate recovery from his stomach flu and was able to go to Hurricane Harbor with his aunt. That left Brian and me child-free and able to go to an art museum for the first time in our married life. It will be nine years for us next Wednesday. Yay!

I was fortunate enough to go on a Study Abroad trip to London for six months when I was at BYU - it was nearly fully funded by scholarships for the needy, so it was a tough trip in that I was always struggling to make ends meet. Fortunately, most museums are free or donations-only entry, so I was able to visit anywhere my Tube pass could take me and I went everywhere!

Upon my return to the states (it's been 20 years now since I went! Oh my!), I've been to a couple of museums here and there (I lived near NYC for a year and near SF, too, for a year), but nothing for the past ten years. Even when I got married, none of my suggestions for trips ever panned out. I was getting the feeling that art simply wasn't Brian's interest. The idea grew on me that he would be one of Those People who, if he did go to a museum, would be bored out of his mind and make the trip miserable for me.

Ha! I was WRONG! We went to the Getty Museum yesterday (it's the first time in 17 years it's been open on the Fourth of July) and we had a GRAND TIME!

Here's the entrance. One of the things I love about museums is that it's a package deal - the building itself is often a work of art, too.

My main interest was to see the illuminated manuscripts, especially the ones by Hoefnagel. He figures in one of the books by Deborah Harkness I just finished reading and I wanted to see the beauty for myself. Unfortunately, the manuscripts were being prepared for an exhibition and I was a week early for that new show. Alas!

So I comforted myself by looking at all the other wonderful stuff, especially the Van Gogh.

I was able to get THIS close to the painting. I saw plain canvas peeking through the paint strokes. The strokes were so heavy with paint that I imagined it took years to fully dry (if it really is dry inside!). The irises themselves were a bit cartoony in a way being as they are outlined with a dark color and then filled in. I think that was the Japanese influence on his art. Anyway, it was beautiful and lovely and of good report and praiseworthy. I was filled up with inspiration.

It made me want to go again today. And tomorrow. And forever. :)


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