Number thirty-six on my 101 goals list is to visit all the museums in the state.
How nice that Miss Mary Mack invited me along Saturday when she went to the Fred Jones Jr. Art Museum to fulfill a fine arts class assignment.
Renoir, Van Gogh, Pissarro, Monet, O'Keeffe, Degas.
Degas.
Thank you, Degas.
I love the ballet, and I love all the paintings and sketches of ballet dancers you left for us to enjoy.
O'Keeffe.
I'm sorry O'Keeffe.
I love your larger-than-life paintings.
I'm glad you're not here to be exposed to my pitiful attempt at an Inchie in your honor.
But it was really important to have something to remind me of this day.
The day I heard my girlie say things like, "early impressionism" and "he added light with a single dot of white paint".
The day she said to me, "The balance of this piece required as much mathemetician as artist" and "I wish I had a dress like this painting".
I'm so glad I lived to see this day.
And I wish she had a dress like that painting, too.