We saw some unspeakably bad art but I amused myself with an examination of how the various artists kept their paints and brushes. Some neatly and some not.
C, however, was quite taken with an installation by Melanie Fischer in her workspace. She had fashioned twisty “plants” of green material and set them on the floor, creating an eerie little forest in which one finds a swing. I admire C’s willingness to enter into the enchantment of a stranger’s dreamscape but I wasn’t sure about the functionality of the swing.
We walked by three ladies laughing the day away in the tiny corral in front of their seasonally decorated home. The one in the middle urged me to take their picture. The one in blue wasn’t having it.
