It was one of those glorious, sunny weekends where the sky seems bluer than blue, and the world was a perfect place.
After not getting Comic Con tickets, I went with G when he went the park to work. As he chased children off cars, I took the tram up to the Art Museum. The show of the dyed silk obis and kimonos was magical, and tho the mid eastern art was very well displayed, I was only interested in the fabrics and tiles. Still, it was awfully good to be able to get out of myself and see these wonderful things.
I snatched an Art Museum brownie and some photographs in the sculpture garden before heading across the street to the Mingei, a museum of crafts and folk arts. Today there was magical California arts and crafts from the 40’s through the 60’s. Marvelous and invigorating pieces by a huge range of artists from potters to architects, from weavers to enamellists that included lots of local artists many I knew. My legs were starting to give out, but I still did a quick walk through of the Crafts of Finland from the same period upstairs before calling it a day and catching the tram back to the car.
Things like that wake my brains up.
I devolved into my books with a diet coke in my shady but warm car. Perhaps I dozed. Sunday there was a doze or two after breakfast with our friends, but I was still creatively invigorated. I reedited the piece on fascist music and worked my way through to page 3 of five with my architectural comparison essay.
Long ago I found I needed some form of outside stimulus to motivate me. Often I work well in a class setting when pressured to accomplish something. With the refunding and reopening of the writer’s workshop on Tuesday, I’m truly enthused once again.