Well look who comes crawling back to Museum Minute …me!
I read somewhere that when a blog is silent, life is noisy. Or, something like that. Anyhow, it’s been a busy few months and I wanted to write, I just, well, didn’t. Please forgive me!
But anyway, something fun happened over Thanksgiving weekend that I wanted to share with you. My husband’s family lives on Long Island so I’m fortunate to get to NYC a few times a year. This visit, we visited the Brooklyn Museum of Art, which is just lovely – and large. We only got through a couple floors of galleries before having to leave for a dinner engagement. But while we were there we were lucky enough to see “Youth and Beauty: Art of the American Twenties.” I love this time period – the art, the music, its legacy (which is not always accurate – see the “What did the Jazz Age look like?” section of the exhibit’s website) and more.
But one part of the exhibit surprised me more than I ever could imagine.
I turned a corner, and wha-la! I ran into the large, brightly colored, definitely unforgettable “The Birth of Venus” by artist Joseph Stella.
Wait, what? That painting is in the collection of Salisbury House and Gardens, here in Des Moines, Iowa! I’ve (kind of ) worked with that painting through my contract work and volunteer work over there! What a fun – and unexpected – surprise. Kudos to the curator for securing this beauty!
Oh, and Salisbury House is beautiful. Visit today.
Anyhow, in hindsight, I do remember the curator mentioning something about it going out on loan, somewhere, sometime, but who remembers stuff like that? 😉
*As for the post’s subject, some years ago Des Moines was referred to as “Dead Moines”. The city has worked hard to obliterate that reputation and they’re doing a wonderful job. And yet, the phrase remains…