In the past week I have read four books and I was fully intending to review at least one of them today but I find that I am too tired to attempt it. I think I might be getting sick. Bleh. I guess I can't expect to go an entire winter season without catching at least one cold. But I wish I could.
Tim and I went to see the Norman Rockwell exhibit at my alma mater last night. The no photography rule was in full swing which was really too bad because a lot of the paintings they had are from his personal collection and I know for a fact that I have never seen a handful of them. My parents live fairly close to the Norman Rockwell Museum [Stockbridge, MA] and I've visited it more times than I can remember so it was like seeing a bit of home transplanted into Utah - even if they didn't have The Lineman, which is one of my favorites, as part of the exhibit. It was really cool to learn more about his process, how much he used live models and props to achieve the look he wanted. It's amazing to think that he painted over 4,000 pieces in his lifetime when his process leading up to actually painting a piece was so detailed and long. Maybe it's just because of my proximity to his art when growing up but I will always have a special place in my heart for this man and his work.
There was short video about Rockwell's that showed at the start of the exhibit. Tim and I both remarked early on that the narrator seemed rather unexcited about his subject which left us feeling really bad when the credits rolled and we found out that it was Rockwell's oldest son. Woops.
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