Sunday, February 5, 2012

Same Thing Only Different


Back when I was in 3rd grade we were initiated into the world of maps and geography. It was year to study the Fifty Nifty Yoo-nited States.  On a map pulled down like a heavy window shade our teacher would reveal our country to us in rainbow of hues; Nebraska was green, South Dakota was pretty pink,Iowa daffodil yellow.

As a  child who relied on adults for most of my information about the world, you can imagine my surprise to find out, as a 4th grader crossing the Mighty Missouri into Iowa on vacation, that the Missouri River was not bright blue nor very mighty, and Iowa was not, in fact, a pretty shade of yellow.

I felt a little of that even last week as Handsome Husband and I jetted across the central United States on our way to a conference in Phoenix, Az. As we flew thousands of feet above the earth I looked vainly for those large black dots indicating cities, the dotted and dashed lines showing boundaries, and yes, the subtle but sure colors that would differentiate Nebraska, Colorado, and Arizona. It’s a concept that gets filed with the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the Hairy Scratch, which is to say that some of us agree not to talk about it in the presence of others, but we know inside it’s real.

While HH was busy at his conference I walked the downtown Phoenix area and marveled at how beautiful that part of the city was. Together  we enjoyed browsing through  Scottsdale galleries filled with stunning landscapes, abstracts and sculptures.  We were both delighted at the color and vibrant brushwork of a collection of Russian Impressionist paintings, and equally intrigued in how current artists view our modern world.

Of course, we managed to do a bit of tourist-y sightseeing as well...


In the land of summer all year long the contrast between metropolitan living and my hometown was vast. Our hotel probably employed more people than populate our entire community.
Yet there were some amazing similarities...


Both Arizona and Nebraska have lovely trees...




. . . both Phoenix and Geneva have government buildings...
 
                                                                         


 ... both places have nice paths and roadways ...



... we've got rivers ... so do they...




... and artists the world over find ways to share their artistic endeavors ...


It was good to get away, and equally good to come home.  Since returning I've been putting the finishing touches on a few paintings before packing them up for my upcoming exhibit. 


I'll be the featured artist at Stuhr Museum in Grand Island, Ne. during the museum's annual Wings Over the Platte Juried Art Exhibit.  My exhibit is titled Land Marks, a reference to both the method of creating a landscape as well as the natural features unique to the Platte River Valley.  

All of this coincides with the highly anticipated return of the sandhill cranes on their migratory path this spring. This event brings people from all over the world to witness the incredible spectacle of hundreds of thousands of sandhill cranes funneling themselves through this vital area of the Platte River. 

Wings Over the Platte and my exhibit, Land Marks, open Thursday February 16th and will be available until Sunday, April 1st.

Your call to action?  Head out to the Grand Island Ne. area, watch cranes , hear their amazing warbling and enjoy their dance. Then scoot over to Stuhr Museum and see how artists from across the country, interpret the Platte River Valley in a variety of media.

Arizona can't match that. 




10 comments:

Dustin said...

Looks like you had a good time here in AZ! You should have sent me a note, I would have loved to have toured the Scottsdale galleries with you! : )

Anonymous said...

I love your comparisons---and that you take the time to share. jswim

Jodi said...

Hee! The address on the Phoenix government building *really* looks like it says "City Hall Zoo." :)

So excited about your Wings over the Platte exhibit. Wish I could get there!

Patty said...
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Patty said...

Oh Dustin, you would have just bragged about yourself - and deservedly so!! Congrats on your long list of successes!

Joan, thanks for stopping by. Hope you didn't get too snowed in.

Jodi, whaddya mean you're not coming up?? : )

Patty said...

Jodi!! You're right!!! I'd not noticed that before. You've got quite an eagle eye. I'm sure there are lots of folks who would agree...

Anonymous said...

This was an enjoyable read. So thankful you shared your trip.
Ki

Vickie said...

Ah, well. I have a friend in Arizona who might have something or other to say about your conclusion. ;-)

I've never seen the Missouri River, but I felt that same disappointment the first time I saw the Mississippi River. Seems it gets wider upstream from where I crossed, but I remember turning my head, as though I'd be able to read the sign from the backside. Disbelief.

There is a Sandhill Crane Wildlife Refuge in Mississippi, not far from me. Every time I pass the sign, I think about going for a visit, and then I get home and get busy and forget about it.

I probably won't make it to Iowa, but I think I can make it to Mississippi. I'll work on that.

Especially if you're coming with your paintings. ;-) I am so happy to have Elms at Dusk!

Hannah said...

I understand exactly what you mean. What a disappointment to discover that the states didn't look like those Easter egg colors displayed on the map! On the other hand, how wonderful that we get to paint of those places exactly as we choose...Congrats on your upcoming shows--wish I could be there to see the cranes and your Platte River paintings.

Patty said...

Ooh Vickie, it's worth seeing the cranes at least once. They have such an interesting song.

Hannah, you too?! Such impressionable young minds-