The Light Show, an exhibition which examines light and reflection in a variety of ways will be on display through November 2020. I’m only sharing one part of this, the Lucas Samaras Corridor which is basically like being inside a kaleidoscope.
I’ve always loved Impressionism and Monet is a sentimental favorite for me because I have fond memories of a special exhibit that I went to with my mom at the Art Institute of Chicago.
Monet traveled extensively so his work includes paintings in London, Amsterdam, Norway, the French and Italian Riviera on the Mediterranean, Normandy, Paris, and of course Giverny where he lived and created his famous Water Lilies work.
From the museum website:
Jonathan Saiz’s installation #WhatisUtopia is comprised of a column covered with 10,000 tiny drawings, paintings, and sculptures. By definition, utopia is “an imagined community or society that possesses highly desirable or nearly perfect qualities for its citizens.” The artist employs social media to spark conversation and document responses about our ability to re-envision and embody a modern utopia. More than 10,000 artworks were made to be given away after the end of the exhibition.
Painted morning sky
just before blinding sun
layers of color
Driving in the mountains, I’m often greeted by a view that takes my breath away. These photos were preceded by a gasp. I love the full moon, as anyone who follows this blog already knows. It was the inspiration for my first book.
But the full moon, hanging low in the still blue sky is magical.
When I moved to Colorado, everyone in the neighborhood called this peak Turtle Rock.
I’ve climbed to the top many times because it’s so close to my house.
It’s where we watched the solar eclipse.
It’s the first climb I took Charlie on back when I could easily pick him up, before he could leap over any obstacle.
It’s where I’ve seen some magnificent sunsets.
It affords 360 views that include the continental divide and most recently dozens of elk.
But it wasn’t until this summer, when I looked at it from this angle, that I understood why it’s called Turtle Rock.
Elk migration from the windows of my house after the snow.