Art at night; crafty days

Atlanta's High Museum has an annual event every Friday after Thanksgiving, when they stay open much of the night. This is the second time that we went with the kids. I hope we go every year. This museum is even more fun for our kids when they are in their pajamas, and it's night. Plus, those who wore PJs got prizes - so the kids won us some travel mugs.

They look like such country mice, in this picture I took in the elevator. I guess it had been several weeks since they went in to the city for anything but soccer games.

Freezing (or choking?) outside of the entrance.


There was an area set up with a live model dressed as an Ancient Egyptian and Gillen wanted to sit and sketch him through three fifteen-minute sets. In the third pose, he got to see his face - much more challenging to draw;) Jesse, in the red footed pj's, is actually drawing his own "series of shapes". He says he prefers his own modern art style to drawing real people.


After taking an audio headphone guided tour of the ancient art Louvre exhibit (lots of Ancient Egyptian and Greek sculpture that was amazing), Gillen said that he wanted to "see those paintings that are painted with lots of small dots". So we looked for some pointillism and found a special Impressionist exhibit where Cezanne and Degas and other greats made us all forget about the pointillism. All but Jesse. Jesse's legs had given out by then. Footed pajamas don't give much support. But they sure were great, earlier in the night, for sliiiding through those rooms that were free of people, but filled with his favorite modern art (later clarifying note - he did slide slowly, briefly and with full awareness of being appropriate - I'm not in support of free reign in that environment.)

A museum guide wagged his very long finger up at Nicolas when he tried to carry the tired boy on his shoulders - so at the end of our visit, Jesse mostly lounged (old Roman in a toga, being fed grapes, style) on the benches. I talked to him about the paintings I liked. He glanced at a few while he yawned.

This is a very scrap-booky post, isn't it? I have a need to document our life once in a while. A need which I used to fulfill, for a very brief time, by scrapbooking. Now that I blog, all of that luscious paper (yes, I used to have a paper habit, and it wasn't always recycled either) is freed up for other things. So today, we turned scraps of that beautiful paper into more paper chains, to go with the one that we have had hanging in our dining room since last Christmas. It worked there. All year. Really, it did. It was there for all holidays and birthdays and for the day that I received the hair ornaments and had a party in my hair. It isn't just green and red. It is so much more than that! I'll have to take pictures of it, tomorrow.