Fine Art and Word of the Day
So, Saturday I dragged took my family downtown to the University of Utah Fine Art Museum. They have a temporary display called Monet to Picasso. Nothing this artsy-cool has been in Utah for, like, ever. Okay, I’m talking SIX Monet paintings. SIX!!! I’ve only ever seen four. So now, I’ve seen TEN! (I would like to add here that I heart Monet and his painting are so moving, they make me want to weep–in a good way.) Yes, even the fields of wheat, and the haystacks, and don’t even get me started on the water lillies. My favorite, though are his painting of his familia. Also, I love the flowers and fields and cathedrals. Okay, pretty much everything.
This was my favorite of the ones they had on display:
(I can feel the emotion.)
Also, I have the coolest husband, because I know he really wanted to go camping over Labor Day weekend, but took us to the art museum instead–because he knew that was where I really wanted to go. And he took us to Cafe Rio and my kids did so not appreciate the fine food there. But at least I had left-overs to devour for a very long time. (That’s what I ate for lunch today, in fact.)
PS-if you want to see Monet to Picasso before it leaves (Sept. 21) and you need a friend to go with you–CALL ME. I’m so there.
So, today I read this word TWICE. I have never really noticed this word before. I think it a strange thing and I love it.
The word of the day is: Quixotic.
It means foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals; especially : marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action. (thank you, Webster.)
That definition makes me think of a kid that really liked me in sixth grade was always trying to prove himself to me and also wrote very bad poetry, but I digress. . .
I know. Cool. You say it like Kwiks and then otic. Even though it is named, of course, for Don Quixote, which is like “key o tay.” The man who fought the windmills.
So, I think I have a quixotic affection for Monet’s paintings. Not really, but it sounds good.
So, have you done anything quixotic lately?
Guess I better not tell you about the study abroad trip my wife and I did to London, with a stopover in Paris, huh? Don’t want to court jealousy.
What a nice husband, Melinda. My husband is like your husband, he’d rather go camping any day. But he willingly takes me to artsy stuff because he knows it makes me happy.
My favorite Monet is in my bedroom, not the actual painting just a print. It’s a painting of two women and a boy and girl walking through a field away from a chateau. My husband was looking at it in bed one night and said, “You know I always wonder where they’re going.” I laughed. “Funny, I always wonder where they’ve been.” That’s the great thing about Monet. Such simple images but they evoke so much thought.
Have I been foolishly impractical in the pursuit of ideals? Possibly. I am trying to teach 2nd graders reading, math, science and social studies.
Jared, you are wise man. I would hate to ruin our friendship with jealousy. For us, we’ll never have Paris…(Name that movie, even though you confessed to never have seen it.)I’m professional enough to not get jealous about your writing, but when it comes to art, that’s another issue entirely.
Pink, it’s good to have understanding husbands.
Kristi, That’s too funny. How we can see (or read) the same thing and think opposite things. Love it.
Shari, I think that teaching school is about at chivalrous as it gets.