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Artful Stairways

There are amazing stairways in the world.  Artists have done themselves proud.  I “imported” them from my Pinterest account where I have a board called, “The Art of Stairways.”  I’d love to walk up any or all of these, wouldn’t you?  Except for those in Tehran, Iran and Syria, of course.

San Francisco CA-16th & Moraga St.

San Francisco CA-16th & Moraga St.

Morlaix, France-

Morlaix, France

Sicily, Italy-Constructed in 1608

Sicily, Italy-Constructed in 1608

Beirut, Lebanon-Dizzying, brightly colored stairway

Beirut, Lebanon-Dizzying, brightly colored stairway

Tehran, Iran-Floral stairway

Tehran, Iran-Floral stairway

Seoul, South Korea-Leading to a musical theater.

Seoul, South Korea-Leading to a musical theater.

Philadelphia PA-Museum of Art

Philadelphia PA-Museum of Art

Istanbul, Turkey-Rainbow stairway

Istanbul, Turkey-Rainbow stairway

Seoul, South Korea-Koi in a pond.

Seoul, South Korea-Koi in a pond.

Syria-Stairs of Peace

Syria-Stairs of Peace

Valparaiso, Chile

Valparaiso, Chile

I hope you enjoyed your travels on these fantastic stairways!

[images from Pinterest]

Painted Faces

I loved this video.  And I laughed myself silly.  Hope you find it precious.

 

“I Think That I Shall Never See A Poem Lovely As A Tree. . .”

This is the station where I would get off the train to go to the museum.

This is the station where I would get off the train to go to the museum.

When I was a young girl,  growing up in Brooklyn NY, I rode the Utica Avenue trolley car (and later, on the bus when trolleys no longer ran) up to Eastern Parkway.  That’s where I went down into the subway station where the IRT (Interboro Rapid Transit) line ran.  I took it to the Brooklyn Museum, where, every Saturday morning, I took art lessons.

I remember the art teacher always urged the class to “feel” the subjects we were observing, and just let the lines flow.

One time, we were in the rotunda, overlooking a round stage below us.  Dancers were performing; they wore flowing skirts and their movements were very fluid.  We were experimenting with “conte” crayon.  A light brown square crayon that looked almost like charcoal or pastels, but was more dense (not as fragile) and was a little oily.  That’s how I remember it.  And it was easy to use – it “flowed” on the heavyweight art pages.

brooklyn botanical garden sign

Another time, in the Spring, when the weather was balmy and sunny, the class was taken to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens – next door to the museum.  We were introduced to the Japanese Gardens.  And I was introduced to my favorite of all places.  It was so peaceful, and I breathed it all in.  The beauty!  A new world appeared before me.  Bushes, bridges over water, still ponds, lily pads, colors.

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It was difficult to take it all in.  In my young age, I had not experienced anything like that on which my eyes feasted.  And the best of all:  the trees.

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After I no longer went to the museum for art classes, I still would take the IRT to the Eastern Parkway station and, with my pastels and art pad, I would meander through the gardens and put colors to paper and draw my heart out!

 

[images from bingdotcom]