I went to a gallery reception: Christo and Jeanne-Claude: Prints and Objects
. The whole exhibit is over here from their museum in the Netherlands - it's not a traveling exhibit. His Wrapped Woman
was excellent, as were his 3-d sketches (he wrapped the sketches! See the pic on the right in that link, above) Generally, though - eh. Met some fun people, had some wine - it's enough. I have SO much more to talk about, conceptually, but I'll chatter about it in my art student lj 'cause it's navel-gazing and only interesting to those who are interested in it, so to speak.
Basically I am working hard. I have a bunch of art projects that went in this week (4 more Friday and Saturday) and I am satisfied with them all. Art History debate and 3D discussion were both awesome - as you can imagine, I have little trouble talking. In fact I made it to finals and I'll debate Painting vs. Sculpture: Leonardo vs Michaelangelo
next Thursday. Working every spare minute and some which aren't spare at all. Everyone's being very understanding.
I go to bed late each night - crap, I did it again tonight, didn't I? Well, I had to clean house for The Switchover (ch4rm comes in, lives in this house and has the children each weekend while I'm at the apartment) and make my lunch for tomorrow's 8-hour class.
Oh, one sweet story! I picked Paris up after his play practice and he was very late so I didn't get a chance to do much for dinner except roast the ham and get the other stuff together on the counter - biscuits and such - before I had to leave for my night class. "I'll cook the rest of dinner," Paris said, "I've been practicing in Family Science class."
"All right if you're sure - that would be great! Everything's laid out on the counter ready to go. OH NO - I won't have time to fix MYSELF a dinner," I whined, "well, I can't help it. I've got to go get ready and run..."
"Don't worry about it mom," Paris said, pushing me up the stairs, "go get ready and I'll take care of it."
And so as I walked out the door, Paris placed my Hello Kitty lunchsac into my hands.
"Have a good night at school! Try your best!" he said, doing a passable imitation of me.
But the best part came when I looked inside and saw not just my favorite sandwich OR my favorite chips (Sun Chips) AND Oreo cookies but a napkin, folded in half neatly, with a little happy face and the words "LOVE YA!" written in cursive.
MY BOY WROTE ME A LUNCH LOVE-LETTER ON MY NAPKIN.
*squee!* That speaks of such unbelievable
kindness and personal love tailored just for me that I could just die
, to be a mother to and have raised a boy like that.
PS Guess who contacted me out of the blue today? JINN. Yes, him. Wow, random universe flashback machine. He's very the same 'ol Jinn, so I'm not sure if it was a serious "Let's be friends again" guesture or an "I'm a little drunk and lonely" overture. Cross your fingers for the former - we had some good times together and I could use the male friend companionship. We'll see if he follows up, eh?