Walk finished, I settled the boys in the car after drinks and treats, grabbed my camera and went into the quiet, empty gallery. I love it like that: no people, time to really look at the art, take photos of whatever captures my fancy.
Vase - Cheryl Weese
This vase was quite tall, over a foot. I could just picture a few elegant Calla lily or Gladiola stems...
Crocodile Tears - Ashtine Rieke
Cool Mr. Poole - Maureen Bell
I loved this...he was about the size of an average, real cat Too bad he wasn't for sale...
Untitled - Victoria Carnate
Oh this was beautiful in person. The mysterious, serene face (to scale with human), surrounded by actual pheasant feathers, made her appear like a nature spirit or goddess of the forest.
Bacchus - Marie Rasmassen
This guy was fat and funny and very cleverly named...
Cairn - Susan Roden
Interactive art. The stoneware, porcelain and wood pieces were on a long steel rod so if you owned this, you could build the cairn to any configuration you wanted.
Stegosaurus Bottle - Laurie Morris
This was just totally cool. His head came off, like a cork, and this wonderful piece became a bottle.
Whilst making my way through the galleries, I could tell the clouds were burning off. At this point in my viewing, the sun was just beginning to blaze through the windows--I had to stand off to the side to block as much light as possible to take this shot. It was my last photograph; the boys, though in the shade with windows open, were still out in the car with rising heat.
Home now and the sun is back, at full nuclear power, the heavenly chill of rain and damp air has vanished like dreams in the smoky haze of wakefulness. Ah well. For a moment...just a short, wonderful moment...I wasn't sweaty or cranky or sleepless.
I'll take what I can get...