12.05.12 - Art Institute
12.05.2012 18 °C
Last night, Brooke, Paul and I had a fantastic deep dish pizza at Lou Malnati's on Rush Street. OMG how good was this crust? Then a mini choc chip cookie pizza to share (how is this possible?) YUM.
Whoosh - There goes my healthy diet.
This morning the weather changed to rainy and windy (it is the windy city after all). Never mind, still we headed off on the train to the Chicago Art Institute. We were amongst the first in at 10.30 - just as well, there is a level of security necessary in these places that must be endured. This art gallery is full of awesome art and objets d'arts. I am in heaven in an art gallery and this one succeeded in raising my happiness levels. I have found a new artist to be interested in (Charles Sheeler) and revived my love affair with Edward Hopper (Nighthawks). Saw the American Gothic which revealed more to me in real life than prints or copies. Some more Georgia O'Keeffe. The usual Impressionists and the like, which draw so much public attention (Monet, Manet, Gaugin, Degas, Seurat etc). I especially enjoyed looking at American art since I am currently in America!
There was a lot of everything and I shouldn't bore those who are not as art fanatical as me. It is hard for me to stop raving about art.
An unexpected highlight was these miniature rooms. You peek through holes in the wall and inside there are vistas of little historical rooms (e.g. Salon, Virginia 1781). They are so realistic that a photo of them makes them look like a full scale room. My breath was temporarily removed from my body. The furniture and furnishings, ceilings , everything made by hand! You can even peer around the corner and see part of another room or a garden. Light comes through windows.... This delights people of any age. I felt childish all over again, looking into my dolls house or the huge doll's house in Bethnall Green's Museum of Childhood in London which I visited often as a child.
I get a tug of sadness, thinking about the pitiful Art Gallery in Perth and how bereft we are of this kind of thing. But I am also SO grateful that I have the opportunity to travel and see fine and real art.
End of art raving.
To counteract the art and culture bouffe, we headed off to Macy's to get some good 21st century retail therapy.
Ladies in Perth/Brisbane, read this and weep - I bought a Perfectly Fitting Pair of Jeans for $19.80. benefit cosmetics are Half-Price! Travellers get a 10% discount card to boot! She who detests shopping (particularly for clothes) has had a small window of opportunity to enjoy shopping which I hope can continue in NYC.
The B&B here has been so homely and convenient. Tomorrow, we fly to Boston to another B&B which I hope will be just as nice.
Chicago is wonderful, even when you are woken at 6pm by some drunk dude singing the blues outside your building. Even when it's raining and the wind means using an umbrella is futile. I love the architecture, the peoples' pride in their city, music, history and culture. I love that shopping in the department stores, they play Frankie or some gorgeous blues artist in the background while you shop and try on clothes.
It was easy to feel comfortable here. Thank you Chicago, I think I love you.