We got out early today, at least for us, and visited the Slammer, also-known-as the art museum. We were trying to catch this year’s Art in Bloom. We took advantage of the early members only hours, and attempted to beat the crowd of unwashed masses that always comes out for this event. This festival is the museum’s biggest draw of the year. It started after hours on Thursday with a special hoity-toity dinner for only the real (read rich) art connoisseurs, it then devolved to the level of us common sewers and then to the aforementioned unwashed masses. I think that I got that hierarchy right. The problem with being a common sewer is that there are too many of us. The old Groucho Marx line, “I would never join a club that would have me as a member,” aptly applies here.
Each year, thirty museum artworks are randomly paired with local florists, who are tasked to create a flower arrangement that somehow captures its paired artwork. Pictured is one such florist, her creation and the inspirational art behind it. Anne asked her what about this painting inspired her. She said that it was its texture, and this caused her to choose densely petaled flowers for her flower arrangement. We saw about half of the arrangements before our time was up and the museum that is dedicated to art, became free to all once again.
