Hospital Art

I don't know what it's like in other places,

but one thing I have found,

with the exception of one major hospital in this area,

that art, works of art, are on display, for all to enjoy.

Regions Hospital,

where Jenny was when she was sick,

and, yes, she is home now recovering,

had some beautiful works of art.

I didn't cover all of them.

Actually,

on the first floor and the 6th floor, I found some lovely art.

Follow me along this quick path.

I love this statue with its living art.

These living sculptures surrounded the statue.

Beautiful!

I love the detail in these flowers.

Oils.

Photos

Prints.

Mosaics.

Ceramic Stones

Even lights and their arrangements.

Wow!

Hospital art!

I'm Painting Again or This is Wonderful Therapy Too and It's a Lot Cheaper Than a Shrink

It just seemed the thing to do one day.

I pulled out an old canvas,
and
I started painting again!
I had been trying to find other ways to use my beads,
and
painting seems to be a great therapy,
as well as,
another way to use my beads.

My mantra this year,
HOPE!
Joy!
There are lots of beads in this one!

My favorite
On the Wings of Angels.
Minimalist in the use of beads,
but,
by far,
the one I like the best.

Now, what's your favorite therapy?

Art At Mayo Clinic

In spite of the fact that it was a very busy day,

there were those moments when we stopped to enjoy
some of the fabulous art here at Mayo Clinic.
It seems that you can miss these great works of art, if your thoughts are elsewhere.
Sometimes, you just stumble upon it.
So, get ready,
this is very picture heavy!
This is a Dale Chuhily sculpture.
It hangs at the top of one of the floors at Mayo.
I love this!
Here's another view of it!
You feel like you can reach out and touch it!
I can't imagine dusting all of that glass!

This is another Chihuly!
Isn't it beautiful?
My camera did not capture the true beauty of this work.
As you walk through the halls between appointments,
you walk past walls
full of pictures
and
little expositions of encased art.
Man and Freedom
by
Ivan Mestrovik
hangs in the Mayo building.
He is, of course, a tall sculpture.
He hangs near the ceiling
and he's an over powering figure in the lobby.
Adorning one wall between buildings
is an entire collection of Andy Warhol paintings.
I love this Warhol Rhino!
Don't you just love this Baboon?
This butterfly is gorgeous!
This is one AMAZING wall!
Even as you walk between buildings and appointments,
there are small displays of beautiful art!
I call this unknown, because I didn't record the artist who made this.
Here's another view of this piece.
You walk a little farther, and you find...
this sculpture.
Isn't it great.
I called it A Walking Ballet.
That's not the true title,
and
I don't know the artist, but
I LOVE IT!
I remember the title of this was "Shell."
I don't know the artist,
but it was stunning!
These sailboats were on the wall where Jenny had an appointment.
I call this Mixed Media, and it was in a lounge where we waited.

I've skimmed over so much of the art.
I'll try to post more photos as time goes on.
I was so impressed with these amazing pieces.
If you have to be here,
it's worth the trip to see the art.

On Cleaning out Closets and Stuff

I haven't painted in about 5 years. This is the last painting I did, and it hangs in my bedroom. I really ended up liking it. It's an abstract painting, as you can tell, but it fits well with the room.













I remember painting as a child. My mother was trying to develop the artist in me. She would buy me a canvas and paints to use. I was cleaning out the closet in the room we now refer to as "Jenny's Shrine." I decided that, after cleaning as much as I could out of the room, Jenny needs to come home and clean out her shrine and take her things home, but that's another story.

As I was going through the closet, I found two things from my childhood. I am amazed that they are still with me. I remember the shock of finding them in the "shrine." I honestly didn't remember them being there.

The memories came flowing back into my brain. I actually remember painting both of these paintings. I was about 8 at the time. I know I spent a lot of time alone. There weren't any children my age in the neighborhood, and my mother had to work full time to support us. I think that was another reason she tried to develop the artist in me.

















This is "Lonesome." I started to look at the details in the painting, and it told me a lot about my life at the time. What jumps out at me first is the horse's name Lonesome. He's in a horse trailer driven by someone. Who knows who that is? His trailer is painted in my favorite colors--pink and light purple. In spite of the trip, Lonesome is happy. Look at the smile on Lonesome's face.

Lonesome is on one road, but to Lonesome's left is a road that forks. Maybe Lonesome is thinking about taking a road less traveled? If you look up in the sky, you can see the Big Dipper and the North Star. I think Lonesome had some plans in mind for the future. What do you think?












I've always loved the ocean! Even as a child, it was a place where the waves pounded and gave me a rhythm in my life. Look at the beach, it's deserted except for a rock that appears to have the moon shining on part of it. Again, in the sky, there's the Big Dipper and the North Star. I think I might try to paint this painting again. I wonder what it will look like when I'm finished? I wonder if there's a bead in this painting?