Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts

Monday, March 18, 2013

Picasso and Chicago

I read in the Tribune some weeks ago of a Picasso exhibit coming to the Art Institute.
Hubs and I had a chance to check it out and I'm so glad we did.
The exhibit moved really well.
It followed a timeline of his different periods and displayed many lesser known works.
Icon.

Line friend.

Ticket line wallpaper.


'Still Life'

'Man with a Pipe'

'Seated Female Nude'

'Nude Under a Pine Tree'

I wondered why they titled the show 'Picasso and Chicago' after hearing he'd never visited the city.
It turns out the Art Institute was the first museum in the country to showcase his work,
and that played a large role in America's acceptance of modern art.

In 1967 Picasso donated an untitled sculpture to the people of Chicago.
It sits in Daley Plaza and stands 50 feet high.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Old Friend

What a weekend. 
There are few things more pleasurable to me than spending time with old friends. 

 Everything is so easy. Conversation is easy. Silence is easy. 
 There's something comfortable about knowing all of a persons ins and outs--their family, 
their parents, their siblings, their history of friendships and relationships.

 A day of talking and eating and running around together comes so naturally. As I get older 
I realize I don't like to waste my time with friendships that aren't natural.

Chicago is a beautiful city. 
 We spent most of our time in Bucktown, which has so changed since Hubs and I lived there.
We ate at Le Bouchon.


We stopped in Pagoda Red.






I fell in love with this chair.


We went to Millennium Park.
















Good times.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Day Off

Today is my day.

 My very awesome girlfriend from high school is visiting for the weekend 
and we're headed to the city to hang and mill around 
and catch up on happenings.

 I love being in the city. 
 And since Hubs is coaching soccer all morning for two of our three, 
I'm anxiously awaiting on G {sitter of amazing patience} to walk in the door so we can head out.
Can. Not. Wait.