Lois Reynolds Mead

Art and a pink monkeyflower in a native plant garden…


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Typography as art…

On the bottom floor of the Palace of Fine Arts Legion of Honor, next to the cafe, is a small gallery/room that contains some treasures. Each visit I make I am sure to pop in to see what is on display. Something always catches my imagination and blows my creative juices into the air. Last Thursday’s visit did not disappoint because the small gallery of Illustrated Books was focusing on “Inspired Alphabets”.

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I walked into the room and was caught by the word circus…then lithography…if you have read this blog for a while you will recognize some of my favorite themes…


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Then there was this fabulous collage book with collaged lettering…



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And who knew Claes Oldenburg envisioned buildings and cities made from letters…




There is much to be said for the small book that can be held in one hand…with the power of the fold…



The letters themselves creating abstract art…and the overprint…









The Dada Movement…



Lifted by my interaction with the typography, I got home to a new visual journal I had under construction and had found the way I wanted to create the title page…

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Onward and upward…my souvenir of the day was an idea…


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From ceiling to floor…

Crocker Museum of Art

I would be remiss to not include some photos of the Crocker Mansion, the old portion of the Crocker Art Museum. Judge Edwin Crocker, a banker, served on the California Supreme Court and his younger brother was one of the “Big Four” that ran the Central Pacific Railroad. In 1885 the mansion and art collection of the Crocker’s was given to the City of Sacramento and the Museum Association of the State of California which makes it the oldest art museum west of the Mississppi.

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We left the museum and walked back to the train station passing the State Capitol building.

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Gazing at the California countryside through the train window as we returned home…

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Intimate Impressionism, two…

Continuing with the Intimate Impressionism works at the Legion of Honor…what can be better than butter?

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I think that would look good in my kitchen, eh, eh…next to my bowl of fruit…

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Where I would be getting my supplies together for my picnic out side in my garden…

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Which I would then paint with the magical tubes I kept in my paint spotted box…

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before moving inside to also paint my mantelpiece that held the flowers that I collected in the above mentioned garden…

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Then I would carry my paint box, with my small, intimate canvases stuck under my arm, and tour my neighborhood for likely sights to feature in the landscapes I would paint…

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I guess in this fantasy I am living in France or somewhere…I would not complain about that…

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because my impression is that I would have lots of like-minded artist friends around…

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and flowers would be everywhere…

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and we would celebrate…

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Enough of this fantasy…the path back home and back to the real world…

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Good show…it is at the Palace of the Legion of Honor until August, 3.

 


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Salem in two parts…

Some parts of our trip were well planned and structured. The friends and relatives we visited helped define what we would do. Some days, however, were serendipitous. Salem we chose for a night’s stop because it was a good stopping point between Seattle and Jacksonville (that would be an access point so we could get to a play in Ashland) and we had little idea for structuring our time there until we arrived. We were an hour early for check-in for our night’s abode so we located it to orient ourselves. By looking at a map we found we were close to an art gallery on the Willamette University campus.

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When we walked in, I was completely blown away. A special exhibit called Americana by Ross Palmer Beecher was hung on the walls. Shazaam…unfortunately they did not allow pictures so I can only link you to the gallery site, try to describe the art, and urge you to investigate. So what was it? Full sized quilts with some of my favorite patterns, log cabin and wedding ring, that on closer inspection were actually made out of metal. All recycled from the artist’s dumpster-diving. Log cabin quilt out of olive oil tins. I am loving it. Little tiny punched holes, little tiny wire thread hand-sewn. Delicious! My picture is of the postcard that advertises the show. The quilt is made of tin, wagon, and lunch box. Hope you can see the stitching. It was a great show-I could have stayed there for hours, but enjoyed watching the video about the artist surrounded by her work. It is funny how Terry always disappears and I find him sitting on a bench playing Sudoku. Thank goodness for iPhones! Then we needed to go check in.

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Our next impulse was to go walk the riverfront park and see the carousel.

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Over the Willamette River and to the horses.

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A little more Americana on this Independence Day weekend.

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The photos in the square format are taken with the Hipstamatic app on the iPhone. Otherwise they are taken with the iPhone native camera and cropped and sharpened in Iris Photo Suite.
One last photo I wanted to play with in Snapseed on the iPad.

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