You may have visions of summer vacation on your mind and if you’re in the process of planning, any of these art hotels would be worth visiting for art’s sake. They look like they have really incorporated murals as part of their decor. You can also see the mentions I made earlier in the Light Show entry and recently in Serendipty 3 day blitz.
And if you happen to be in Philadelphia, PA, where the most concentration of murals are located in the States, be sure to take the public tour, as described on the South Jersey Blog. Caveat however, while most of the are rendered with expertise and exceptional painterly skill, they tend to appeal to the socially conscious.
And finally for now, if you’re heading to Italy, please take me…Seriously however, if you find yourself in Venice, my favorite spot, note that this is the year that will celebrate the 500 birthday of Andrea Palladio, one of my favorite architects. Here’s a link to view “virtual portals” of his work in nearby Vicenza.
As I’ve said before, one never knows where they might find art.
This posting started with the weekly check of my older son’s college, UVA’s Pictures of the Week. There was a lecture at the Architecture School given on March 19th by Bill Fontana, who is a pioneer in the art of Sound Sculptures.
This is incredibly interesting to me, not just the subject, which I think is fascinating because sound, similar to smell can evoke such deeply alluring and long forgotten memories, but the pathways of me finding this post. Some uncanny things are more than just coincidental — I believe.
If you know anything about me, you know I absolutely adore Venice, Italy. It is my favorite place on the planet (along with New Orleans, for other reasons and being my hometown). It’s where I traveled on spring break with my best friend while studying abroad in 1986 and where I met my Venetian cousins for the first time. It’s also where my husband and I went on our honeymoon and where we were finally able to introduce our sons on a long-awaited family trip and pilgrimage in 1996 to meet their Italian relatives. Their cousins are very close to their ages. It’s an other worldly mecca for me — untouched by the affects of modern time. It’s the most mysterious place to get lost without trying.
While finding this sound sculpture post, I can’t help but be reminded that coincidentally, just last week, my younger son asked for a family-tree diagram and synopsis (due Easter Sunday) of the story of his Italian cousins’ grandparents for a paper he was writing. Theirs was like an incredibly romantic tale partly similar to The Sound of Music (my favorite family movie), but only different, because it was not a movie. I have fond memories of when I first met them and I am reminded everyday how important people can be even though they may have passed away.