From Lincoln to Klee: Vacationing at Home

Wednesday, August 23, 2006 | comments (2)
For the last couple of days, Amy has been in town visiting us from Dallas. C and I have taken her to all of our DC-area haunts for food and beverages at night. And for non-caloric entertainment, Amy and I have been consumming art from the Hirschorn, National Gallery, and The Phillips. The ladder really had an impact on me this time, partly because I haven't been to the Phillips in a few years, and the last time I was there they were renovating, so a lot of the collection was not on display. This time, I saw some stuff I'd never seen in person before, which was exciting. Also, I was pretty impressed with the Klee exhibit. It showcases a lot of great watercolors and oil-transfers which, according to the literature from the exhibit, have rarely been seen. The show is only running for a few more weeks (until Sept. 10th) so if you're at all interested in the kind of primitive, child-like styling of Paul Klee, I would highly recommend going. Also, anybody who likes the Phillips but who hasn't been back since the renovations have been completed should definitely make a trip over there. Really nice.

So even though it's technically Amy's vacation, it's been kind of a mini-vacation for me, as well, walking around abandoned DC in August with the other tourists, visiting the galleries, admiring the Capitol, checking out the sniper on the roof of the White House, and viewing the Lincoln at night. Good fun.

Safe travels back to Big D, Amy!

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Thank you both so much! I had a great time.

Posted by Amy on Aug 25, 2006 at 1:42:22 AM
We did too!

Posted by Rothko on Aug 25, 2006 at 9:33:00 AM
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