Category: Art
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American Road Trip (Part IV): Passionate handworking
We met people enjoying, relishing, yea, even thriving, doing work with their hands. There’s something pleasantly appealing about people who work slowly, steadily and are rewarded with a visually stunning piece of handiwork. We met several such artisans this summer as we crossed the country. Some had small craft shops, some were simple hobbyists and…
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Oman – Inspiration for everyday life from a foreign land
Yesterday I returned from a week in Bahrain and Oman. Sometimes travel doesn’t reveal new insights or make a great impact on my worldview. Sometimes a trip simply contributes inspiration for small, everyday decisions. Instead of making my regular cup of coffee some morning, I might mix cardamon in the coffee grounds. Being surrounded by…
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Sand sculpture aspirations
Come February, northern Hemisphere dwellers start longing for spring and what follows – a warm, sun-soaked summer. In Southern California summer includes obligatory trips to the beach for fun in the sand, but not necessarily a desire to frolick in the water. The Pacific Ocean this far north of the equator is not warm. In…
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The art of acquiring a taste for vegetables. . . and art
Developing a taste for art is like developing a taste for broccoli. I used to receive weekly emails telling me about my baby’s stages of development. One of those emails from the “experts” told me it can take babies up to 15 tries of one food before they acquire a taste for it. Fifteen! Fortunately,…
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art museum. toddler. security guard with acute apprehension.
I didn’t grow up frequenting art museums. For one, there weren’t that many in our local area (various African cities). For another, if they weren’t free, I’m sure my parents weren’t going to fork over the cash for five kids to run down the halls, screaming to see how loud it would echo. Last month…
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Munching in the Louvre
Infants will enjoy the Louvre. More specifically they will enjoy the colorful, quadfold Louvre brochure. It’s tasty. We were so engrossed in people-watching and admiring the art – though when the halls are packed the variety of people is almost more engrossing than the masterpieces – we didn’t realize our seven-month-old was eating the brochure…
will travel with kids 