Friday, June 17, 2011
I thought in honor of summer I would share a memory with you. I was writing an email to a friend and it reminded me of one of my many escapades which now is a real laughable memory. Do you have memories like that?
I have driven through Atlanta speeding but never before visited. Not this time. This time I would get time to visit the famed High Art Museum with Ms. Twister in tow.
The High is an architectural art piece all to itself, a beautiful, in its time, contemporary bit of construction. This is the High.
With tickets in hand, Ms. Twister and I entered the huge, open, five storied rotunda. The first couple of floors already crowded with people making their way to the top, I suggested we do the opposite.
Ms. Twister had never visited such a prominent art museum I discovered on our way up. “Oh, you are in for a treat. They are holding a pre-Columbian exhibit.” I should have known, by the look on her face, I was the one in for the treat.
Stepping out of the elevator we emerged in a modern exhibit of expressionism. Basically it was a canopy bed with polyester clothing and a disco ball over the canopy, titled; Disco. What an introduction to modern art. She was confused and I thought it not worth explaining, on we went.
We ambled down through the furniture of art, the black and white photo exhibit and the pop art section. All the while I explained each classification and watched her nose turn up in confusion. She has great facial expression when it comes to new things.
We had made our way to the third floor, the floor which held the pre-Columbian exhibit. Numerous painted urns, jugs and a slew of hand carved statues was all it consisted of.
I did not mean too but I got ahead of her by 15 feet. I should have known not to leave her alone and I guess she forgot we were in a five story open air rotunda.
The statues were all male and I noticed a mother and daughter just behind us slowly exploring the pieces. The mother was taking great strides to explain the use of nudes in art. Guess I should have done the same.
Before I could shift my eyes from them to Ms. Twister I heard my name called out. Do I need to remind you we are in a large round room where even a whisper carries, well I am.
Ms. Twister was standing in front of an ugly little guy, beautifully painted but shall we say, very glad to see a lady. So what does the lady say as she stares at the happy to see you little guy? And by little I mean the statue not his happiness.
Echoing for all the museum to hear she declares, “Jules, he has a peter!”
Needless to say we snuck through the rest of the exhibits and this friend is what happens when hillbillies visit art museums.
It’s National Flip Flop day so wear them in pride and hey, go for it, ask for the afternoon off. It is a holiday! Have a great weekend, I’m off to work.