Wonder.

Spring 2016-8wonder3Last weekend we finally made it to the Wonder exhibit at the Renwick Gallery. I have been excited to see it since it opened last fall, partially because it just looked really neat, and partially because everyone is raving about how it fundamentally does something new with the museum experience. They encourage photography, let you lie on the floor, welcome noise and choas- all things that are pulling non-art lovers to this [previously kind of ignored] museum. My career plan out of college was to become an art curator. I love museums, love art and art history, and was thrilled to have a great curatorial internship after I graduated…until I realized that curators spend long hours researching and reflecting, and some days I only spoke 5 words. I spent the summer hunched over a desk, researching the evolution of nineteenth century French landscapes, followed by weeks of studying prostitution in eighteenth century England, as lots of those classy looking ladies in British portraiture were actually saucy women of the night.Β  It was fascinating, but not the right fit for me. I realized that what I wanted was to be a museum docent, giving tours and gushing about art. As this is unfortunately usually an unpaid position, I switched career paths and landed in teaching French. I love it, but I will never get over the magic of art museums.

And it seems no one in this city can get over the magic of this exhibit at the Renwick. We lucked out and hit it at a moment with relatively low numbers and short lines and spent the afternoon with our posse of visiting family all in wonder. Spring 2016-11wonderSpring 2016-23In case you wanted a visual for writing a dissertation, please refer to the image above. On every one of those cards, imagine a fact, idea, or quote. Now imagine that someone has locked you in this room and told you to organize them all into a cohesive and linear flow.Β  Go forth and dissertate.Spring 2016-25wonder2Spring 2016-22Spring 2016-20Spring 2016-19BE STILL MY COLOR LOVING HEART.Spring 2016-16Spring 2016-15Spring 2016-26I’m really hoping that our baby boy is as chill as my sister-in-law’s niece, because she was such a trooper, sleeping through most of the outing, with brief breaks to open her eyes and marvel at the colors. The baby bar has now been set high and given me potentially unrealistic expectations about how easy it is to cart a baby to social functions, museums, and restaurants. I was a baby who routinely cried until I vomited, so…. fun times ahead.Β  Spring 2016-27Spring 2016-28Spring 2016-35I was most excited about this room. Bugs! Colors! Disturbing but geometric shapes! My mom and I could have stayed for hours, and she has now requested cases of preserved bugs for Christmas so that she can recreate this on some wall in her home.Spring 2016-30Spring 2016-32But some people did not share our enthusiasm:Spring 2016-34So many Saturdays I get sucked into the normal grind of daily existence. Chores, errands, work, laundry, taxes, catching up on sleep, etc. Sometimes I forget that we live in a really special city, one full of things like this that are not only amazing, but are free. This is truly a blessing that we don’t take advantage of enough. But on the Saturdays that we get out, that we drag ourselves out into the city and take advantage of all it has to offer, I am always in wonder. Spring 2016-17

This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to Wonder.

  1. Nancy says:

    I went just before Christmas and LOVED it!

  2. E.H says:

    I miss DC so much. Thanks for letting me live through your experiences in my favorite city.

    • Hannah says:

      It is such a fun city! But your southern life looks pretty nice too these days. ; )

      • E.H says:

        It is lovely here. There are perks to living in both regions. I think it just takes time to adjust to new places. πŸ™‚ DC was so easy for me to get used to. NC has taken a bit longer.

  3. Pingback: Infinity Mirrors. | The Art in Life

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s