Gentle Reader, when I read that one of my professors required us to visit a gallery or museum, I could hardly conceal my glee. Go on, Professor – forcibly expose me to Art and Culture – whatever shall I do?
Whatever shall I do? Complete an item on our ever-present List, that’s what.
The Task: Make time to visit museums.
The Execution: Well, it happens that I’ve been making an effort to dress more authentically as myself during my day-to-day life, and not let fear of the masses get me down. Since I’d be going downtown in broad daylight on my day off from both work and school, I put together a look –
and then put together an agenda.
Gentle Reader, it turns out that Tacoma Art Museum grants free admission to poor broke college students basically always. I was very excited to see their highly advertised current exhibition; it focused primarily on Georgia O’Keeffe. As I strode purposefully through the tiled halls of the museum towards the gallery where it was hung, I marveled at the various permanent collections and installations. As a matter of fact, there’s an enormous cabinet of unique jewelry-as-art that I found particularly inspiring.
When you get to the gallery, the first thing that you see is O’Keeffe’s Yellow Cactus, which is probably the most dramatic piece in the show.
It’s a classic O’Keeffe, full of very suggestive blossoms. Nearby, an entire wall is dominated by the enormous Jimson Weed, which is probably the largest piece on display, at around five by five feet square.
O’Keeffe’s work is interspersed with various other artists of the American Southwest in the early twentieth century, a time and a place that the curators wanted to shed light on for some reason. The show itself is stunning, and I highly recommend a visit while it’s still up.
I declined to go into the other curated display on my first visit – oh, yes, I’ve gone back since because Art is Life and Life is Art – but that first time, I was carrying too large a bag to go into that wing, and I anyway I had a date with Chordelia. As for the rest of the agenda? I’m still looking for a floral blazer in summerweight fabrics, I found a Fabulous Peacock Chair for around thirty dollars (they’re going for around two hundred now even in terrible condition because they’re trendy again), the Friday farmer’s market in Tacoma is located in a garden at Tacoma General and is smaller than I would have hoped, and I lazed in the sun playing my ukulele and drinking wine for nearly two hours.
The Verdict: Duh. I have always loved museums, but I’ve never made space in my schedule for them. I obviously need to. Did I mention that several staff members were exceedingly complimentary of myself and my outfit? Or that several patrons were as well? Because obviously I’m a living artwork. Ahem. And the art itself? Exquisite, actually. It’s a pretty great space. Thank you for forcing my hand, Professor.