This Monday has been unproductive should I measure it by what I should have today accomplished — the five overdue write ups of the artists’ works participating in our upcoming exhibit.
On the other hand, I have been reading, reading, and watching things about art, trying to learn me some art theory/art criticism and what not.
Letting the mouse take me wherever I need to go, I jump from one artist to another, from one painting to another … and I remember how, “Yes, I saw that … and that …” because my mother took me to the Louvre, and all the museums we could get tickets for when we lived in Europe.
For this, I am grateful and perhaps I can begin to forgive her for the many things I have been angry at her about … there are some things that she did, in fact, do right.
