Tonight the owners are rolling heavy objects from one room to another. Their unit is the penthouse - the entire top floor of this building - so they have plenty of room to rumble, as it were. From time to time Sparky crouches, looks up, then runs to another room.
Outside we have rain, wind and snow in the mountains, after a week or more of cold but clear weather. It was especially annoying to set clocks ahead last Saturday night with snow falling - Daylight Saving time is supposed to have something to do with spring, after all!
Cats have the right idea:
But I'm not a cat, so I bundled up and went out, to see the current exhibition, works from the Munich Secession,here. The Frye has been part of Seattle's art scene for a long time, with a collection best described as "eclectic." Because much of the permanent collection was acquired early in the 20th century with the help of an American artist who had studied and exhibited with the artists of the Secession, everything on the walls converges at this exhibit. Some paintings are beautiful, a few are downright creepy, but the show is well worth a visit. Look for the Childe Hassam painting of woman and child in the Parc Monceau, and the portrait of a woman in a pale pink ensemble that is the essence of fashion circa 1907.
This painting, called "Dead Man on a Beach," looks astonishing like one of the more jarring scenes in Erwartung. If the woman were only wearing a white robe instead of a black shawl...
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