National Museum of Women in the Arts in Washington D.C. Sometimes I wonder why we have to reduce artists to certain categories; can’t an artist be amazing without the reduction? I mean, can’t some of these pieces hold up to anyone else’s art? Or do we have to reduce the comparison to other women in art? We hit the last day before a Covid shutdown. The city was in eerie lockdown. Andrew and I with our grandson, were able to see the whole museum in under 2 hours. Some art is uninspired but there were some clever pieces and some well executed pieces.
There was also an extremely vigilant guard who felt it his bounden duty to make sure Andrew’s bandana never slipped beneath his nose. Very tiresome.
This happy art patron accompanied me through the gallery.
I was intrigued by the detail of the paper sculpture
A kid with a little patience could do this to great effect.
the close up of applied paint is fascinating in the way it conveys reality when you step back.
Remember those little paper lanterns from grade school? Up a notch.
Baby feet would make this a poignant piece to reflect on the Right to Life.
Origami en masse
I thought the pink wall was clever for a gallery
Good old Frida Kahlo and her iconic unibrow.
Ceramic Tupperware
Kinda makes me want to give a large canvas a go
Has his bandana slipped? the art guard could tell you.
Umm, my 3 year old granddaughter could kick butt on this.
My kids used to do clever magazine collages like this. Maybe better.
