Delights: January 21 to January 27

January 21: Because I believe procrastination adds a little frisson to life, I dashed to the Phillips Collection in the closing minutes of Everything is Beautiful, its dazzling exhibit of the works of Alma Thomas. The first Black woman to have a solo show at the Whitney Museum, she hit her stride at the age of 75. Thomas was inspired by sunlight passing through the holly tree at her window and her own small bloom-filled garden to paint abstractions of vivid, pulsing beauty in a style profoundly her own. 

She said, “I knew starting at the age I did I couldn’t do a whole lot of things. I needed to do one thing.” Oh, to my eyes, that one thing is magnificent. 

“Grassy Melodic Chant,” 1976, Smithsonian American Art Museum. This piece was inspired by the circular path in Thomas’ garden.

Alma Thomas also challenges us to see life as she did: “Everything is beautiful (in its own way),” she said.

“Breeze Rustling Through Fall Flowers,” 1968, The Phillips Collection.

January 22: Is trash ever beautiful, especially when dumped amid the tangled vines hiding an abandoned train track? No. But beautiful were all the people who converged on a cold, sunny afternoon to pick, bag and sort three tons of debris near Pope Branch Park, including literally a wall of car tires six feet high and thirty (!) feet long. 

Beautiful, also, was dinner that night. After six hours supervising the clean-up, Nate and his friend Trey loaded surfboards into a car and headed for the ocean. I met them at Nate’s favorite Italian restaurant, where we sampled cocktails, entrees and desserts well into the night. A delightful surprise, they said. For me as well. The “surf house” is now open for the winter season.

Nate and his friend Trey (left) last winter, before they had hot showers and a hot meal to look forward to.

January 23: The surfers were heading to the beach, and Nate invited me to come watch. I declined (34 degrees?!). But when he texted me their exact location, I sighed. What’s a mother to do? I grabbed my coat and car keys.

The sun was indeed lovely, and Phil Collins was on the radio singing “Me looking at you, you looking at me. That’s all.” I got to the beach. The surf was firing and, standing between patches of snow, I watched them catch some good rides. Nate waved a greeting. But it was cold. With numbing fingers and a sustained lull in the waves, I decided I’d had enough and trudged back to the car. But first I peered through a boardwalk telescope. I trained the lens on Nate, just as he pivoted his head to look for me on the shore. He then turned directly to face the telescope. “Me looking at you, you looking at me” echoed in my head. What’s a mother to do?

I went back to the shoreline to shiver and enjoy the show.

Assateague Island, Maryland

January 24: As I look again at my photographs from the Alma Thomas exhibit, I am filled with joy and awe. She composed my favorite piece, playfully named Red Azaleas Singing and Dancing Rock and Roll Music less than two years before her death at 86. Beset by painful arthritis and the repercussions of a broken hip, Thomas, who measured just over five feet tall, used pillows, books and even mattresses to steady her hand and body. The final work, painted on three canvases, is 6 feet high and 13 feet wide.

Thomas said, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be caged in a 78-year-old body and to have the mind and energy of a 25-year old?”

In Red Azaleas, I just love how the community of curves and dashes, dense and vibrating on the left, ultimately explode to freedom on the right. Perhaps this painting could be her autobiography — and a loving prayer for all of us.

“Red Azaleas Singing and Dancing Rock and Roll Music,” 1978, Smithsonian American Art Museum. Lucky me: I can visit it again and again.

p.s. This reminds me of confetti! Thank you, commenters, for enjoying the metaphor I flung into the air in my last post.

January 25: The heron stood quietly in the marsh grass, facing the sunset. Meanwhile, more than two dozen ducks swarmed along a channel at the heron’s feet, paddling fast in the opposite direction like a classroom of rascally children. When I walked past again a few minutes later, most of the ducks had returned — and the heron was looking toward them, as though taking attendance.

Another view of the marsh, with Assateague Island beyond the sliver of bay, but without the heron and the ducks.

January 26: Well, the long-awaited machine arrived today. I read the manuals, arranged the pieces, and initialed away all of my rights (but none of my responsibilities). “You’ll sleep better,” Kevin assured me.

I groused and stomped around: We will trip over the cord. It won’t fit on my bedside table. I can’t even smile wearing this darn thing.

Then my friend Jennifer encouraged me. Kevin fixed the hardware issues. And best of all, when I turned to look at him with straps and tubes dangling from my face, he teased out a smile. “You are already full of energy,” he said. “Think how you’ll be with a good night’s sleep!” 

If he’s right, look out, world!

January 27: At the Alma Thomas exhibition, I purchased a canvas bag depicting Breeze Rustling Through Fall Flowers (the second image from the top, above). I decided to hang it from a doorknob in my bedroom, to hold my new mask and tube. I will look at it everyday, and it will remind me, as Thomas said, that “Everything is Beautiful (in its own way).”

Bonus: Several commenters enjoyed the squiggly-piece puzzle I featured last week. The image was based on a painting called “Regatta,” by P.J. Crook. The puzzle made me smile to see it again; I know it brought back many happy memories for my friend, who was a very devoted and enthusiastic crew mom!

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21 thoughts on “Delights: January 21 to January 27

  1. Love the pictures in the exhibition you went to – so full of life. I am now so intrigued by what machine you have bought…..

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    1. I was being mysterious, wasn’t I? I think it was part of my denial. It’s a “CPAP” machine for sleep apnea. I do breathe better with it. I hope I’ll soon sleep better too. The Alma Thomas bag will cheer me up. I’m so glad you liked her pictures!

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  2. Magnificent art! The design on your bag is especially gorgeous. I wish you a better night’s sleep, because you are truly such a good mom. 🙂 It made me smile, your account. I’m not a mom, but I am a daughter.

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    1. Thank you for your good wishes, Manja, and your appreciation for Alma Thomas’ art. I’m glad you liked my surf-mom story. I certainly DID feel like a good mom that day — probably because, like you, I had (and you still have!) very good parents. You and I are lucky daughters.

      p.s. If you want to read a bit about my Mom & Dad, click on the page of my blog called My Mother’s Patterns. I have a few pieces there about them. I so enjoy reading about (and seeing photos of and by) your parents!

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      1. Ahh, what a lovely invitation. I will! Thank you for saying and seeing that about my parents. ❤

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  3. My oh my oh my! I am smitten by everything Alma Thomas—her art, her philosophy, her grit. How I wish I could see her art in person. I had never heard of her and thanks so much for featuring her on you blog. On another subject…hope you get a good night’s sleep.

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    1. Thank you, Laurie, for wishing me well with my new machine (and my sleep aspirations). Also, I am SO glad you found joy in discovering Alma Thomas. I didn’t know anything about her either until the Phillips ran its show. Now I’m hooked too! If you make it to DC, let me know. We can go on an Alma Thomas treasure hunt together!

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      1. Will do! My heart leaped just seeing your photos of her work. Can’t predict what would happen if I saw them in real life. I would probably be struck speechless, a very unusual event for me. 😉

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  4. I enjoy reading your stories so much! Especially when you write about the beach house and the beach stories……I can imagine all that……and I am glad you all enjoyed a lovely dinner together!

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    1. Thank you, Karolina, for dropping a line and for sending me love and encouragement. Yes, you can picture it all — and now you know you’ll have a wonderful Italian restaurant to look forward to too!

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  5. I was so taken by your captures of Alma Thomas’ paintings I looked her up – and it was only then I realised her works are paintings, not mosaic! Love the aha! and the perspective turnaround she creates! those colours! those patterns! I can well understand why you are so taken by them …. and you are so fortunate to have seen them, and look forward to return visits!

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    1. I love the “aha”! I do encourage you to explore the link I provided. You’ll find videos about her work, including a webinar I attended about her brush strokes and sketches. I think you’ll enjoy that one! I certainly did.

      I am so happy you found joy in Alma Thomas’ work!

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