tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post406514803934257634..comments2024-02-03T14:41:13.330-05:00Comments on Writing Without Paper: All Art FridayMaureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-46474918965304768112009-09-25T21:40:34.579-04:002009-09-25T21:40:34.579-04:00L.L., I had the great luck of growing up in the D....L.L., I had the great luck of growing up in the D.C. area, though to tell the truth, when I was a child, D.C. could rightly have been called "provincial". Wonderfully, the Kennedy Center came, Wolf Trap (where I once worked summers), scores upon scores of theatre groups, and many fabulous artists. I'll be writing about one my husband and I met last fall on a Rappahannock art-studio crawl; the artist, who literally lives at the top of a mountain, built her own house, with four live trees part of the foundation. She's a sculptor and a potter. Last Thanksgiving, in Charleston, we spent an entire afternoon at an artist-dealer's home and came home with some great finds. In my 20s, after college, I used to spend some part of almost every Saturday afternoon talking art with a gallery owner who became a friend and started me on collecting. Music and ballet also are important to me. I couldn't imagine a life without art - of all kinds.Maureenhttp://writingwithoutpaper.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-4971358493238288812009-09-25T14:55:28.110-04:002009-09-25T14:55:28.110-04:00I love that you love art. Since I'm on "a...I love that you love art. Since I'm on "art pilgrimage," this seems a timely and wondrous meeting, you and I.L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639339699258439249.post-74026422760346582762009-09-25T14:27:40.889-04:002009-09-25T14:27:40.889-04:00Maureen, thanks for the link(s). I've been ama...Maureen, thanks for the link(s). I've been amazed at the online friends I'm finding, the wonderful writing and the ways we find to collborate online. <br /><br />In Chciago last year, my wife and I saw a "two-fer" exhibit at the Art Institute - companion shows for Winslow Homer and virtually everything Edward Hopper ever painted. I wandered around the thick crowds, dazed by Hopper's work. Every so often I pull out the exhnibit catalog I bought. The other night, I did just that, looked at the print of "Room in New York," started thinking, and then the poem started in my head.<br /><br />Thanks again for the links.Glynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.com