Saturday, December 1, 2012
The rather prominent flag is lit incorrectly, but it's kind of cool, and it's kind of an inside joke I'm going to let you in on. When I was painting the previous painting, a hiker came by and looked at it for a minute, and said, "you forgot the flag." I said, no, I left it off intentionally. It was a design choice; I didn't want it to be the tallest thing and the only red white and blue thing in the painting. But the hiker gave me this look that said he understood that I hate America. So, just to prove I don't . . . but you know me better than that anyway.
The Southwest Museum was the first museum I visited with my older son. As soon as he was old enough to eat solid food and sit up straight in a stroller, we needed to take him to a museum. But where to start? Someplace not too big and exhausting. Someplace fun to ride in a stroller. Someplace with cool tangible stuff, but not a lot of noisy shiny gimmicky stuff to lure kids in and fail to teach them to look with their eyes and engage their minds without their hands. See? My son was just a baby, and I was already well on my way to being a grumpy old woman.
I'll leave you with this. It's the motto of Southwest Museum. I'm telling you, you just don't find museums with mottos everyday. Tomorrow is the flower of its yesterdays.