Yeah, no, I'm not talkin' music. I'm talking about the lacy eye candy one finds on seemingly every street in France and Belgium (at least in the cities and villages I visited). Looking at some of this beautiful metal work, I could almost want to make the stuff. Almost. Then a trickle of sweat on my temple reminds me that it's 95 humid degrees here in Minnesota, and just walking out the door is more heat than I can handle. After that thought, I don't even need to worry about the arm muscles required to craft wrought and cast iron. Guess I'll just borrow the beautiful line work for future paintings and art projects. Here's a sampling (or maybe it's a whole feast), of what I saw...
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| Lucie and I both liked the fence around the statue of Mannequin Pis (the little boy peeing in the fountain) more than the statue, itself. We're kinda fond of the boxes that presents come in, too, so I guess we're just delightfully immature that way. Ah, well. |
The Balconies:
The Doors:
The Signs:
The End...
(For now. Hopefully by Monday I'll have the class photos from France sorted and I can share some really fun people and their art with you.)
1 comment:
Your pictures are wonderful-so enjoying seeing what YOU saw during your trip- miss ya!
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