1. Above, the Nine and I made an after-school outing to the same Takashi Murakami exhibition that I'd visited recently with the Five. Such fun, and so fine to see how much patience and critical discernment the Nine has developed since I began visiting the gallery with her when she was about five. That discernment was quirkily, if not comprehensively, represented by her wry comment, "What's with all the barfing?" Overall, she loved the detail, the narrative possibilities in each stunningly intricate panel, the colour -- oh my, the colour! Show ends this week at the Vancouver Art Gallery, but if you ever have a chance to see Murakami's work -- run!
2. I always find so much creative energy in the garden -- and the tranquility needed to recharge as well.
3. Walking in my urban neighbourhood and the surrounding areas. I found this marvellous red-painted brick wall in a nearby industrial area -- and, of course, it made me think of that yellow wall I loved in Portland. It would be fun to "collect" primary-colour painted brick walls in photographs, wouldn't it?!
Once again, I have to leave running. . . hope you enjoyed this little survey of the way Art finds its way to me. Perhaps you might tell me where your eyes have enjoyed either resting or being woken up lately. How have you fed that creative urge? Even if you never put pencil to paper in response, I believe there's art in the observation, in the appreciation, don't you?