Pioneer Square

Posted by on Nov 29, 2012 in Journal | 0 comments

Today I got my "mama sitter"... and I met up with Bill and we went to Pioneer Square... the oldest part of Seattle.... there are lots of art galleries there.  So we were gonna explore some of them. I had a great time... glad I didn't talk myself out of going yesterday. We visited several galleries including: 1000 Museums... they print qualities of some of the most famous pictures from galleries around the world.  Talked about copyright issues and such... interesting.  Saw a picture I liked of lots of houses with snow piled high on the roofs.  You had to look to see the houses... pretty neat I thought. Next we visited Art Wolfe's gallery... I met Libby, whom I've heard about from Bill.  I saw the very artsy table Bill made for his studio.  I have to say I was inspired to do photography after seeing some of Art's amazing work.  Got to hear about the  inner workings of how some of his pictures came together... I especially liked a beautiful print of rice paddies in China.  It was taken from a hill above the rice paddies... the light was beautiful... and the picture was almost abstract like.  Just gorgeous! We went into a gallery called art change... with collections from a few artists... some wood carvings... some were small birds... priced at like over $200 each, but they stole my heart.  No... I didn't buy one.  I did buy some cards with bird paintings on the front.  I'm gonna frame a couple and hang them in the kitchen.  Another interesting art collection was called "bubblism".  Very interesting...the artist Marcio Diaz from Nicaragua... uses bright colors and he paints lots of dots with smaller dots in the middle of the larger ones... and somewhere almost hidden is his subject.  Creativity.... imagination.... wonderful gifts that we all have to some degree. I saw an oriental rug store and recognized the name of it from a business card given to me by a guy  I met at Tully's while ordering coffee recently. The name of his store is Woven Art.... can you imagine the patience it takes to hand make these beautiful and intricate patterned rugs.  Hassan, the owner, is from Iran.  He has no Persian rugs as it is illegal to bring them into the US, but he has rugs from India and Tibet and I'm sure other places I've forgotten.    Hassan gave us Persian tea to drink... Bill is the conoseur of teas... he really could appreciate it. Afterwards we chose a mediteranian restaurant for lunch... Greek food... I couldn't pronounce any of it so it was a good thing you could order by numbers... like a number 1 or number 5.  I got like spinach mixture baked in filo dough... so good.... it's called spitnaka (close enough with the spelling)... and I got falafal(hell, I can't remember, but the second syllable gets the accent).  I need to try cooking some of this stuff.... the yogurt sauces... the little crab cake things made of chickpeas I believe. Next we found the gallery that was supposed to have some of Morris Grave's paintings.  I had seen his beautiful flower paintings at the art museum some dozen years ago.  He is a local artist who died in 2001... kind of a recluse.... liked his solitude.  The name of this gallery is Foster White Gallery.  And isn't it a small world cause Bill and the lady who answered a lot of our questions have a mutual friend.  This lady had two Morris Graves paintings... one recently sold and waiting for the owner to pick it up.  She brought it out for me to see.... yeah, some $40,000 for the painting.  She asked me if I wanted to be notified if they  got any of his paintings in the future.  I gave her my name and number.  Why not... huh?  That didn't cost anything. The Foster White Gallery had some interesting art... some mechanical pieces that slowly moved around and formed a picture.  One interesting painting was of a naked woman inside a box.  Actually there were two naked people inside the box.  We asked the lady about this painting.  She said the subject in the painting is the artist herself... two of her scrunched inside this box.  What was neat about the painting was it was so life like... with imperfections in skin tones and such.  I swear I was tempted to move the hair out of her face it looked so real.  Just beautiful... and of course, the imperfections is what made it perfect Our last stop was the The Belfry... Oddities and Collectibles.  Guess the human skulls drew us in... lots of old weird stuff... couldn't really appreciate any of it until we started talking to the owner.  I had seen a framed picture of a baby in a casket and told Bill to come and look.  From there, the owner told us that it was common in Victorian Period to have portraits made of family members who had just died.  He also showed us "Mourning Hair" art that was framed and looked like flowers and and other elegant designs.  Bill and I thought they were just old dried flowers framed... but it is HAIR from the deceased loved one made into art.  Some frames had hair from several family members.  This was also common during the Victorian Period.  They included hair in jewelry like broaches and rings.  They even did embroidery work with strands of hair.  The owner also showed us some quack medical tools... one was an ultraviolet light that was advertised to heal everything from acne to burns.  You just shine the light over affected area.  The owner said that during the late 1800's there was a lot of medical quacks... one could get a MD license in a couple of weeks... mix up some elixir  and promote it as a cure all.  Interesting... That's about it in a nutshell.  I just had to get some of this in print cause who knows... I may need to look up "mourning hair" on the internet and find out more about that.... or quack doctors... or how medicine was practiced years ago. I did feel "renewed" when I got home... kind of like the tank was filled up and all was good.  It was nice to feel that way... it's been so long. I also felt a little guilty for enjoying the day... but Matthew wouldn't want me to feel that way.   Love you Matthew...  

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