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“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.

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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!

 

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