Solbit Sees Marilyn Monroe, a famous long gone actress!

Dear Nicalai,

We’re enjoying our time in Washington, DC, and it just got better with visitors.  Uncle Jim and Aunt Pat came out from Ohio. On Saturday morning, we all got together at Uncle Tom and Barbara’s. Uncle Tom made pancakes for all of us.  Then we went for a walk on Capitol Hill, and we did have fun.  Doing guess what?  Seeing more art!

First, we stopped for lunch at the National Museum of the American Indian; they have the best food there — you have an amazing array of choices!  After lunch, we walked over to the National Gallery of Art’s newly renovated East Building. Girl, did we have fun there looking at all the art, going out on the roof to see the blue rooster, yes blue, and visiting the gift shop, too.

Let me show you some of the art that we saw. Even though a woman takes up the whole thing, the artist gave it a man’s name,  “Gordian Puzzle.” Go figure.

Marilyn Monroe, a famous actress, was photographed by Richard Avedon in 1957. Then artist Via Muniz turned her into several jigsaw puzzles in 2007!

I get the “puzzle” part of the name, of course,  but Gordi or Gordon?  Nah, doesn’t make sense to me.  How do you explain that? Let me know if you figure out what a Gordian Puzzle is.

Nona said that guests are allowed to go out on the roof of this great big tall art gallery.  Really?  Yes, really.  She invited me out there to see the blue rooster.  Rooster? What, they raise chickens on the roof in our nation’s capital?  I just had to see that.  Look at this …

Katharina Fritch, the artist, can turn glass fiber, polyester, and resin into something big and beautiful, but who ever saw a blue rooster? Do they come in blue?

Never before have I seen a rooster that big or that blue. Have you?  He hadn’t turned blue because of the cold outside, either.  It was a perfectly comfortable day. I wonder what got into the artist.  Do you think she just woke up one day and said to herself, “I’m going to make a big, blue rooster today, and I’m going to put it on top of a big art gallery?”  Whatever, I have to hand it to her, she got it done, made it happen, over came all the challenges.  After all, a lot of people must have complained about a blue rooster on the roof of an important building. She’s my kind of woman.

One thing I noticed as we rambled around this big art gallery was how a piece of art could set off Nona and Barbara talking and talking and talking about something they were looking at on the wall.

Nona and Barbara liked to stand and stare at certain paintings. A painting could keep them chatting for a long time.

Really, girl, how much can you say about this painting?  I just don’t see all those words being generated by a piece of canvas and oil paint brush strokes.  Guess I’m just a plastic Jurassic that doesn’t understand humans, yet.

Here’s another painting that baffles me. It doesn’t have in it what the name says as far as I can tell.

From left to right: Aunt Pat, Uncle Jim, Nona, Uncle Tom, Aunt Barbara, Orange Purse in front of several paintings called “stations of the cross.” Didn’t look like gas stations and where’s the cross?

Papa told me that “stations of the cross” has something to do with western religious traditions.  I didn’t get it all, but I get it that this painting wasn’t about gas stations.  Did you know that Papa studied Comparative Religions when he was in college? Yeah, surprised me too.  Well, maybe that’s why he took this family portrait in front of  this painting? I guess it’s religious, whatever that means.  I don’t know.

As you can see, Papa’s photos are not as good as Nona’s.  I think he doesn’t try hard enough.  Know what I mean? I mean he could have asked them all to turn around. Also, maybe he should use a real camera and not just his phone camera.

Hey, we’re going to see you in a few weeks.  We’re flying to the west coast pretty soon. Bye! I’m your friend.

Love,

 

 

 

Solbit

December 2016

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  • You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
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Solbit Says Goodbye Victoria; Hello Astoria!

Dear Nicalai,

Oh, girl, did we ever get into trouble at the border! I thought Papa was going to jail, but Nona says no, it was worse than that; we might have gotten a $500 fine!  Personally, I think jail would be worse, but Nona does have to watch our budget.

Driving from Vancouver, BC, Papa got us to the border crossing into the US.  He wasn’t familiar with the traffic patterns.  Did you ever make a mistake, realize it too late, and couldn’t get out of it?  That’s what happened.  Papa got into a lane that was only for people who had paid a fee for a special card to let them skip the long lines.  That would have been ok, except for one little thing: Papa didn’t have one of those cards.  He tried to find a way out of the line, but barriers on both sides of the lane made him go right up to the booth where the Border Patrol guy sits.

After a polite scolding and a warning that, if this ever happened again, then Papa would have to pay a big fine, the nice Border Patrol man let us go.  Whew! Even though it was an honest mistake — that’s how Nona described it — Papa had guilty feelings all day for having gotten ahead of everybody.

Now our day got better, we sped down the interstate highway to visit a bunch of friends in the state of Washington.  Girl, Nona and Papa have friends everywhere, and they all like to eat! Real food, mostly plants, and not too much.

Oh, hey, I have to tell you about our amazing find. In Washington, we picked up another friend and drove south to Astoria, OR.  What a beautiful old town!  We were walking along and almost tripped over a sandwich board (it’s a big sign, not something you would eat).  The sign said to come in and visit the restored old theater.  So, we did.  Look at these pictures.

I love the colors and the tone of the light in this chandelier above the theater.

I love the colors and the tone of the light in this chandelier above the theater.

The Liberty Theater is historic — that means old, like Nona and Papa, only even older. They had old paintings on the walls.

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Scenes of Venice, Italy hang in this theater way out here in the wild west. Don’t you wonder why?

They showed an old movie.

The theater was running old black and white films of some guy who walked in a funny way; his name was Charlie Chaplin, I think. I guess he was famous.

The theater was running old black and white films of some guy who walked in a funny way; his name was Charlie Chaplin, I think. I guess he was famous.

I liked everything about the theater, and my favorite was the ticket booth at the entrance.

They called this feature a “kiosk.”  I have to look up what that word is.

They called this feature a “kiosk.”  I have to look up what that word is.

After our theater tour, we hurried off to a late lunch at the Blue Scorcher Bakery & Cafe.

They didn’t have any special iguanodon food for me, but that’s ok, few places do have; and Nona & Papa shared their food with me, and, like always, I pretended to eat; it’s the polite thing to do.

They didn’t have any special iguanodon food for me, but that’s ok, few places do have; and Nona & Papa shared their food with me, and, like always, I pretended to eat; it’s the polite thing to do.

Well, pretty soon, we’ll be in Portland, Oregon to see Uncle Josh & Aunt Tanya.  Bye for now.

I’m your friend.

Love,

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Solbit

August 2015

*New reader? Get oriented below.

  • You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
  • You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”