Art

Like many "fine art" museums the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts has its share of "scrambled car parts" and "spilled paint" (I try to be discriminating). Some might accuse me of having a blind (or blinded?) eye for such things. Fine. However, I can tolerate those inexplicable pieces any day of the week if viewed with my lovely daughter. After a good breakfast at the Original McCleans together, we had a brisk winter stroll over to the VMFA. With some interest in building another kayak, I took interest in the Native American exhibit. I was surprised to see a few people we recognized:

Moe

Larry

Curly

As always, it is good to see old friends. Even better, I wasn't expecting what we found in the adjoining exhibit:

UNA's grandmama!

For obvious reasons, this painting appeals to me. While not a yawl, the boat in the foreground is a double-ender, and one with fine lines. It is a portion of a larger 1848 painting by Fitz Henry Lane called "View of Gloucester Harbor". How wonderful an atmosphere the artist conveys here.

Some things are timeless and worthy of being called "art". My fondness and appreciation for UNA takes another bound.