One of our days in Kansas City we visited the Nelson-Atkins Museum, which is both free and stunning. They featured a Frida Kahlo exhibit, which we unfortunately didn’t get to see, but it was still a lovely visit.
The girls looked for a long while at this Monet “Water Lilies”, and Abbey commented on the thick paint build-up in picture. Corrie pointed out that it looked like her dress!
One of my favorite things about art museum visits is that all of us tend to gravitate to different pieces of art. And, of course, some of us slouch through the exhibits obviously bored out of our skulls but culture is sinking it, right? Right? I’m hoping they’ll look back with fondness at these visits. A metal tree with floating dots seems pretty memorable to me.
The museum has some wonderful pieces by Rodin. James and I love them. I never admire the human body as much as when seeing a stretchy nude contortion frozen in metal. I often try to imitate the poses, to the embarrassed amusement of the offspring. Sometimes Amos joins me. The above statue is supposed to depict Adam coming to life out of clay, and his body is animated but his lungs have not yet been filled with the breathe of life.
Mid-wanderings we stopped at the Museum cafe. And here the elite and hoi polloi are separated: we can soak in 5,000 year old pottery with the best of them but we can’t fork over $15.00 for a sandwich and chips. We bought a short loaf of $3 french bread and drank water. (From a carafe, not the fountain). (It was delicious.)
This carving depicting several of the stations of the cross was by Lucas Cranach the Elder (a Lutheran, as it happens), and Rob and I briefly discussed the work it could take to carve all that. We decided he must have worked some parts independently and then joined them together.
Abbey with the Three Graces. (I guess I could just say: Four Graces.)
As you leave the parking garage of the museum, the place across the street has brightly colored swaths of cloth strung from the ground into the limbs of trees. I took the pictures thinking; I must do this at my house! The children could lay against them and hide beneath them like birds. – Katie