A morning spent at the wonderful "Impressionists on the Water" exhibition at The Legion of Honor put me in a buoyant mood Tuesday morning. I left feeling refreshed, back in a simpler, slower time. Reluctant to reenter the real world, I wandered through the museum's labyrinth of galleries seeing old favorites in a new light.
In honor of his 90th birthday, SF MOMA filled a whole room with Ellsworth Kelly. It pulsated with bold shape, pure color, and black and white. And then this lady happened by. Icing on the cake.
Frida Kahlo's, "Frieda and Diego Rivera, 1931" admired by a beautiful woman who might have walked right out of the painting. It was the last days of SFMOMA before it closed for expansion and the place was teeming with die-hard fans. Me and my friend, this lovely lady and people of all ages enraptured by art. I am already missing the museum and its vibrant collection and especially the people who are there giving life to art.
The weekend was warm and relaxing. A Baseball game broadcast on the radio filled the afternoon with memories of my childhood when our neighbor, Mister Muther, would settle into his big upholstered chair, smoke a pipe, and listen to his team win or lose while we played cards at his feet, content to while away the day.