If Florida is home or Gainesville is within drive, I would get to the Harn Museum of Art right quick, as some Southerners say. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I visited yesterday. What I found was room after room of exceptional art.
Joseph Konopka’s 1986 acrylic on canvas painting, View from 6th Avenue Between 38th and 39th Streets.
Deborah Butterfield’s Rory sculpture from 1992. Butterfield fashioned this mare using steel, scrap metal and other industrial materials.
Patrick Grigsby creates a photo-like image by puncturing cotton paper sheets painted black.
Like Maurice Prendergast? The Harn Museum offers this 1914 oil painting, Idyllic Landscape.
Photography? This museum has that too.
A tapestry that unravels, forming fiber-based drawings? The Harn has got you.
Pre-WWII art–this 1935 painting is by Francis Criss.
Even works by internationally renown artists like Kehinde Wiley.
Admission is free (yes, free). Happy museuming, all.
Chicago is like an English muffin. Lots of interesting nooks and crannies, and Chinatown has many. Tucked off Wentworth Street is Ping Tom Memorial Park. Wander down a concrete path and you’ll find yourself near the 18th Street bridge.
Not much to look at unless you walk under it.
The views are grand.
Another day, another mural to appreciate. This one has flying turtles and a curious frog perched on this teen’s shoulder.
This young miss/sprite uses a whale for transportation.
This turtle moves in the Milky Way.
Funny how you can walk by something for months and then suddenly notice it. South Boulevard in Oak Park has so many murals. Somehow I missed this one until a few days ago.
How wonderfully colorful.
Had today off–a rainy Monday–so plunked myself on a Blue Line train and exited at Adams and Wabash. The Art Institute (and specifically the Manet exhibit) was my destination. But the permanent collections are such gems.
The Chagall windows. Blue has never looked so pretty.
A 1912 painting by John Sloan–one of the founders of the Ashcan School of American art.
Or this 1905 beauty by William James Glackens–you could get lost admiring it.
You might not guess that a western suburb of Chicago has a cool contemporary art collection, but Elmhurst does.
A large cube that reflects the sky.
Susan Frankel creates energy and patterns in her works.
Various artists contributed their napkin sketches. So ephemeral.
And then a plexiglass installation in Mies Van der Rohe’s McCormick House.
Adult admission for the Elmhurst Art Museum is $15. Enjoy.
Took a break from current news, which is more grim than I can wrap my head around, to appreciate the mural love that is South Boulevard in Oak Park.
A determined traveler.
A man and his dog.
A puzzle that is a cat.
And a figure with a donut for a hat and some pretty fly sneakers.