This recent New York Times article – What the Mona Lisa Tells Us About Art in the Instagram Era – struck a chord. I’ve definitely spent time wandering galleries in search of the “greatest hits” to photograph. Instead of buying the show catalog, I’ve waited patiently for the view around a painting or sculpture to clear so I could take my very own picture of it. Like the viewers in the article I suppose I’m taking pictures of art as “evidence that ‘I’ve been there’”. I definitely felt that way visiting the Uffizi a couple of summers ago. Standing in front of some of the most iconic work in Western art I had the overwhelming sense I’d never be there again so I had better take a picture to create a keepsake. But, I don’t feel guilty about taking those photos, and I don’t think the Times article was trying to create a sense of guilt either. Although we may sometimes sprint through art galleries as if we’re checking items off of a cultural experience list, I’m certain on a subliminal level just being in the presence of fine art lifts our souls and fills us with a sense of well being.
Behold. This is the minimum amount of required supplies I bought for a drawing class we’re taking. The class is only two hours long.
And we’re only going to be drawing circles.
San Francisco from Sausalito
Stay-cation. This was certainly a beautiful weekend for it, so, we jumped in the car and headed across the bay to take in the scene in lovely Sausalito. We walked up and down the main street, Bridgeway, taking in a few of the shops and galleries along the way. Based on the art we saw, tourists sure like images of European street scenes and Bay Area landscapes. I’m no art sophisticate, but most of the pieces we saw lacked depth and certainly weren’t as challenging as some of the work we see in our own neighborhood-graffiti included. One gallery did have some original paintings by Dr. Seuss which looked whimsical and fun and would promote lively conversation in your home, but the crowd-pleaser had to be photos by Lisa Kristine who specializes in “images of remote indigenous peoples.” Sumptuous colors, arresting compositions, and a keen eye for the personal. There’s a little bit of over-production in the gallery presentation, but the photos are terrific.
Bridgeway itself was also bustling with walkers participating in the 3 Day Breast Cancer Walk, and they were supported by numerous cheering, cowbell-ringing friends lining the route at intervals. Occasionally other supporters would shout encouragement and play loud music as they slowly plied Bridgeway in their festively decorated vehicles.
We ducked off the street for a few moments to take in Viña del Mar park, a tiny pocket park which I’ve never before seen open to the public. It’s a delightful little space right in the center of Sausalito filled with colorful flowers, a fountain with some interesting details, and some peculiar artwork out front.
By now we’d worked up quite an appetite walking around and decided to hop back in the car for the short trip to Mill Valley to find something tasty. First, more walking around, until we settled on a little outside dining at the Small Shed Flatbread. A pesto flatbread, a chicken breast wrap and a little Sauvignon Blanc, and we were ready for more. Instead of sticking with the tourist theme, though, we got in touch with some friends of ours and enjoyed a pleasant evening of wine-sipping under the stars. A mellow end to another stay-cation day for us.