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raybearToday has been a dream. I woke up early, in part because of time change, in part because that's what I do. We got up and dressed and chatted, then shuffled over to pick up The Former Texan and off to meditation service on the north side. The dharma talk wasn't amazing, but I was happy just to be there. We went to brunch afterwards, where the wait was long but we squished into a corner booth and chatted without the distraction of plates and menus then when we did get a booth we piled away delicious food and continued the good conversation. After a short trip to the thrift store, I wanted nothing but to go home and nap, but Poet Coworker was picking me up for another outing.
We went to the Mexican Fine Arts Center in Pilsen, and despite my initial lack of enthusiasm, the experience was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The Day of the Dead exhibit was amazing and moving, and we also went through the main collection as well as the gift shop where they had demonstrations of making the sugar skulls. Poet Coworker was an excellent companion because she knew all about a lot of the processes of the mediums and had stories about many of the artists as well.
I haven't been to a visual arts exhibit in awhile, and in so many moments I got completely overwhelmed, wanting to talk or describe the feeling the paintings and shrines gave me, but realizing it's impossible, which is why the piece was visual art and not text. As someone who's currently waging a war with words and my relationship with them, in addition to the themes and ideas of the day of the dead holiday, it was a complimentary experience.
Afterwards we drove out to Oak Park and ate at some extremely fancy but delicious restaurant. We also walked around Barbara's Bookstore where Lisa claims one of the store clerks was completely scoping me but I was too busy eyeing the annoying but cute clerk who was helping me.
I just got dropped off with a full belly, the evening is fairly young, and the apartment is quite tidy from Lowenstein's time at home this afternoon. A wonderful way to ease into the week because I think Sunday night depression would have a hard time overcoming lobster ravioli and flourless chocolate cake. The only imperfection is that Lowenstein won't be home until very very late. But she'll get home eventually.
We went to the Mexican Fine Arts Center in Pilsen, and despite my initial lack of enthusiasm, the experience was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The Day of the Dead exhibit was amazing and moving, and we also went through the main collection as well as the gift shop where they had demonstrations of making the sugar skulls. Poet Coworker was an excellent companion because she knew all about a lot of the processes of the mediums and had stories about many of the artists as well.
I haven't been to a visual arts exhibit in awhile, and in so many moments I got completely overwhelmed, wanting to talk or describe the feeling the paintings and shrines gave me, but realizing it's impossible, which is why the piece was visual art and not text. As someone who's currently waging a war with words and my relationship with them, in addition to the themes and ideas of the day of the dead holiday, it was a complimentary experience.
Afterwards we drove out to Oak Park and ate at some extremely fancy but delicious restaurant. We also walked around Barbara's Bookstore where Lisa claims one of the store clerks was completely scoping me but I was too busy eyeing the annoying but cute clerk who was helping me.
I just got dropped off with a full belly, the evening is fairly young, and the apartment is quite tidy from Lowenstein's time at home this afternoon. A wonderful way to ease into the week because I think Sunday night depression would have a hard time overcoming lobster ravioli and flourless chocolate cake. The only imperfection is that Lowenstein won't be home until very very late. But she'll get home eventually.
