Yayoi Kusama at the Hirshhorn with Romey, Bill, Em, John, and Joan

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There were circles. Which is my favorite part.

Romey and Joan arrive

We waited for our timed entry.

And finally it was time.

Then more waiting.

And it was time again.

And then, you guessed it, more waiting!

And it was the last time.

Well worth the wait.  Wow.

Our reality is not quite as…

Joan of Art

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Imagine my surprise when a side trip to see one of April Claggett’s paintings in a juried show revealed that an old friend I had known casually for years was an accomplished artist.  As it turns out, Joan Barrows had an entire lobby devoted to her stuff (in multiple media). Oil, photography, watercolor, and some plants.

In the lobby show, there were two works that particularly caught my eye, both in black and sepia oil.  One was a wren’s nest. It’s in the pile now. You can definitely sense Joan’s photographer’s eye here.

Joan Barrow's work.

I like the dark in this piece. The dark reminds me of some of Monet’s boat paintings. Funny how my memory of the nest piece as experienced in NH is different than its more sepia reality now.

I bid on (and won) a chicken too.

Joan does chicken.

One of my favorite aspects of our growing art collection is the pieces created by friends.