Yesterday we made a quick trip to Alpine under majestic skies. Didn’t actually go into the Dollar Store—rather our heads did a synchronized turn as we drove by, resulting a a break-slam and turn around maneuver.
Today we head to Terlingua and Marathon because the house is rented out for the weekend. At this point I am not only a little weary of packing and unpacking the suitcase but the office and the kitchen, too. On the other hand, I am curious to venture even further into the middle of nowhere and see what else there is to see here.
Hockney and this amazing cloud painting, Wyoming Pond, by William Allan.
There is so much we didn’t do during our time here. I tried to console myself during the return tram ride from the Getty yesterday that we did a lot and that three weeks just isn’t enough time to do it all. But still I feel bad.
The trip to the Getty was a small triumph of time management. The Pacific Standard Time exhibition and the experimental photographs of Lyonel Feininger were both super exciting to me and just what I needed to see right now. It isn’t often that I go to look and get this worked up about so many things. Also, I had my mind blown by Peter Alexander who was on pretty serious cloud patrol for his resin cube sculpture, Cloud Box.
This is called leaving on a high note. Good-bye LA!
I am a sucker for cloud documentation of any kind, so Turner’s cloud notes really did a number on me:
“Half cloud half plain, the lights of the clouds lighter, and the shades darker than the plain part and darker at the top than the bottom.
The tint once over in the plain part, and twice in the clouds.”
Also, his sketchbooks.
I keep finding myself on cloud patrol. It is a mode that is not unfamiliar.