Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
My father is an artist. I grew to the smell of paints and drying canvasses and still reminisce with joy when I get a deep sniff of wet clay. He was an art teacher for several years, and while he never said it to me in my childhood - it was always clear. Art is everywhere.
When we moved to our neighborhood several years ago, I was struck by the high number of public art projects I saw dotting our routine landscape. Just a few weeks ago, I found a map from our local Park & Rec center and decided to take the family out and try to find them all. First, it gives us something to do and fills our days which - as any stay at home parent knows of the summer - can sometimes be difficult. Second, it takes us to neighborhoods we haven't necessarily seen before. Most importantly though, it's gotten everyone in the habit of looking - for - and AT - the art and we're learning fascinating things. The scuplture above, for example, just looks like boots from the street, but contains this sweet little surprise behind it. Another sculpture at a park we frequent moves, rotates, and dances with the wind - something we've never before noticed.