Art Galleries, The Red
I'm finally getting to write about the remainder of my Calgary Experience this weekend.
Visit to the Webster Gallery
Alright, this is a short intoduction, complete with photos, of the excellent gallery we took in in downtown Calgary. I'm going through the gallery now and saving a folder of them, so if these links are broken ask me to send ya'll the folder... Here's some of the ones I enjoyed particularly, hotlinked from the gallery website. This is taking a long time, especially seeing as I'm on the phone with Ricki, so I'm going to have to talk about the zoo experience tomorrow.
Graeme Shaw:
Certainly my top favourite. It's hard to choose a few to show you! He likes to play with complementary colors a lot. If I could own one of these, I'd be a happy woman. Also, the one of the narwhals cannot possibly be done justice with this photograph. It's a brilliant, brilliant oceany blue, and it was in full sunglight in the gallery. Gorgeous. I would love to meet him someday. =)
Click that first one for the bigger version. Janta, I think if I was going to choose one for my collection per your question earlier, I might switch to that one? Even with my house criticism.
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Real Fornier:
My second favourite guy. Just great whimsy. Love the last one, but I think it's been sold as it wasn't in the gallery.
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Geanette Beaulieu:
One of Janta's favourites is the first one, and both of these are stunning works of art to see in person.
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Piere Beddard:
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Darcy Fidgeon:
There was a neat surrealist... Click for bigness.
Randy Wiens:
Brilliant paintings with movement and feeling, in a style that reminded me a bit of some of Munch's work... Click the first one for a bigger one. The last one is HUGE.
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Alain Gagne:
Fascinating portrait styles. I quite enjoyed the intensity of them, and the random texturizing.
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Olaf Schneider:
Jacques Jordain:
Now for the bad. This crazy artist puts, like cave man cups on all their stuff. STUPID! UGH! It burned my eyes! I hate it! RUINATION!!!
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Alright, I think that pretty much covers the awesomeness. Wait, a sculpture by Joy Sumislawski... Click.
The remainder of the Calgary trip was us going to the Calgary Zoo, where I took photos like the crazy photographer I am! Since in a little while I'll be posting pictures, I'll probably discuss that tomorrow. That and the cow sculptures. Oh, and I ate a light, delicious fruity curry at a restaraunt called White Spot that totally needs to come to Saskatoon. And then Janta and I shared a cream puffs in whipped cream dessert. Come on, can it get better than cream puffs with extra cream? I think not! Then I bussed home and slept for a goodly portion of the last day of this long weekend even though I was hoping some friends would want to do something. No luck there.
I managed to get a reasonable amount of sleep last night on the bus - though since I finally had my lovely Bose headphones back, I did spend a couple of hours listening to music. Jordie gave me the John Williams movie score CD set just after I got out of the hospital, and I was listening to a number of themes like Star Wars, E.T., and a few I'd never even heard of. Then there was a fateful moment when a section of the song reminded me of Phantom of the Opera and I listened to the entire soundtrack, in the dark of the evening. It was a profoundly spine-chilling hour of awesomeness, since I was really into the music and enjoying all the nuances of the voices and layers of orchestal goodness. When I got to the depot in the morning, earlier than I had expected, there was some girl named Robin doing a newscast... It was interesting because it was obvious they had spent big bucks on creating the perfectly unoffensive, personal/individual news show? Yeah. The only piece of news that I found notable was the moment of silence for Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Food for thought for sure.
So continuing my strange but proven obsession with all things reproductive in the last few weeks... I feel the need to defend myself about finding this stuff interesting for some reason. I guess the taboo is still there, even with public awareness of such things at an all time high, which in my opinion is very good. Anyway, as I was saying, there was a link to an online "Museum of Menstruation" from a blog I was browsing, this time from a political blog in SaskBlogs that deals with social justice/equality/green/liberalism and such. Now this website is terribly designed, but being as I'm on the red this week, I was enjoying the horror of seeing the last hundred years of advertising and methods for dealing with the flow... Including some very weird superstitions, as in all things. Oh and belts with safety pins... I don't know about you but the thought of having a safety pin spring near my nether regions (in public, per Murphy) is nothing short of revoltingly painful. If you're interested, and even if you're male and curious, go check it out. It's pretty weird. Part of the reason I am so interested in this site especially is because I've had an interesting personal journey in this area and have finally found great sucess and freedom with the Diva cup thanks to the lovely folks at menstrual_cups. It's been a wonderfully life-changing experience over the past several years. Ladies, I recommend you at least look up some information on these lovely things... After a short learning curve they really make it possible to do everything active even on a heavy period. By everything I mean long exams, swimming without soggy tampons of disgustingness, sports, vacations, formal events... No pads, no scratchy tampons, no sensation of having something down there... Seriously, go look it up. DO IT. Men, recommend them to your ladyfriends if it ever comes up!