Today was my last day of “work-cation.” The Mr. was invited to tour the Capital building (look at that view!) with the Capital Architect today, but it was an architects only kind of thing so I took the kiddo to the National Gallery to point at colors and say, “woooooow!”
There’s a Mel Bochner exhibit at the National Gallery and while it wasn’t really the kid’s cup of tea, I was reminded of how much I love his work. He’s considered the progenitor of Conceptual Art and would “draw” or “paint” portraits with words. I used to paint, in fact, I was an art major in college and kept up with it until grad school took over. But seeing the Mel Bochner reminded me of the interpretative act of putting words on the page. Usually I just stamp them out on my keyboard, render them digitally without giving the words themselves much thought. They are a means to an end of the dissertation. But when you paint words, you spend time with them, you’re thoughtful in a visual way that would otherwise go ignored. I wonder what this kind of thoughtfulness and time with words might look like for me now?