My wonderful neighbor and I had a great small adventure today. She invited to me a ceramics show down at the convention center. I wasn't sure I wanted to go because I like ceramics OK but I'm not in love with them per se. Plus it was Saturday after a long week and I was feeling sluggish and kind of uninspired. But I rallied because, after all, it was an art adventure and who knew what we might find. So we made a beeline downtown, only to find that the show had closed at noon. Noon on Saturday. How weird is that. And disappointing. We turned around and headed back across the street where we discovered an airstream trailor with it's doors open, inviting us to come inside. It turned out it was the Airstream Nomadic Gallery which was full of great contemporary ceramic artwork.
At the far end of the bus was the amazing work of Elizabeth Robinson which was so beautiful, raw and refreshing. The work felt old and new at the same time. Wabi Sabi meets your grandmother's china. Both random and totally considered too. It really slayed me.
I went on her website later where she talked about her work this way: "I think about objects, how we desire them, surrounding ourselves by stuff to compose the settings for our lives; how we use things to represent our identity." Wonderful and so true. I love a good small adventure. You find delightful things and maybe a bit of truth too. Who could ask for more!