Wednesday was another day of interest and surprises

House cleaning today, so I left them to it Handsome Son gave me a ride to the library, and I took in the current gallery show.

Rashmi Choudhary is an Indian artist and I have excerpted her artist statement to do her more justice than I since I don't know a lot about Indian art, other than the strong traditional structure to it.

It's intricate, finely wrought work and I just selected a few pieces to show you. I was impressed. There's an atmosphere around this work. And notice that the visitor's book is handmade. It was lovely to handle.

Then to my pleasure, Handsome Son said not to bother with a ride service, he'd come back and pick me up, since he was free 

Then he stayed the afternoon with tea and cake, making inroads there, and catching up with the news all round. That was an unexpected pleasure.

While we were out, I picked up this year's flower seeds from the dollar store. Smaller selection than last year, and more expensive, but still a good potential flower area.

And the public puzzle is seasonal. 

Home to a clean house and tea, flower garden set,  and visiting with Son, it doesn't get much better. 

Happy day everyone, I certainly had one.

And I ate all the colors for supper, mango chunks, mixed greens, feta cheese crumbles, toasted baguette.

 

India at the gallery, food and drawings

 Today the house cleaners are scheduled, so I'm out and about, first to the UPS store to return an item which just arrived. 

Nothing like the description, also comically wrong size, but black, I'll grant them that. The label was correct, but the contents were random. QR code set up, back to UPS, nice lady scans, takes package, issues a receipt. 

This makes three out of three recent  fails in online shopping for clothes. Usually the labels are as ordered and the item bears no resemblance. I wonder if they count on people not returning them.

Then the day improved with a wonderful photography show at the library gallery. I'm not usually much interested in photography; few people really make art  with a  camera.

But this man does.

He has an eye for daily life, the tea wallah tending his shop, the goat at the door of the bead shop, the tiny shoes being made for little refugees, the man carrying an enormous vessel on his head, echoing the dome in the background, Diwali lights, nature encroaching on buildings.

The three headed figure is in the context of the two headed memes we talked about recently, and in Europe the three headed glass vase used to be a popular motif.

Lovely show, and I've only shown you my favorites. Outside the gallery, I put in a few puzzle pieces

Yesterday Gary brought me in to help him with Indian sweets he'd been given for Diwali. The Indian neighbors have showered western friends, and now we're redistributing. 

I'm one of the few Westerners around here who love Indian foods, most Americans finding them a bit spicy.  And I'm so grateful for a digestive system which seems to be castiron, despite my great age and decrepitude. I can eat and enjoy practically anything, and I never forget how lucky I am.

While I listened to the Martin Walker Bruno mystery, I knitted a bit, and suddenly felt like a couple of minutes'  drawing. 

Just pilot pen in a little all-purpose notebook. These shapes might show up in some future work, we'll see. Meanwhile it was a nice couple of minutes.

Happy day everyone, seize the nice couple of minutes where you find them!