Music to my eyes

A couple of months back my husband and I signed up for a series called "The Art of Collecting Art."  This was our second year doing this -- I signed up on a whim last year and it was so much fun we decided to do it again.

Folks who sign up are invited into three homes of island residents who collect art.  The type of art can vary considerably, but it's always fun to hear where their pieces came from, how they got started, what excites them...

My husband, though he is officially a computer geek, has the soul of an artist, and his mother was a gifted artist, so -- though he doesn't always appreciate or understand MY work -- he does enjoy museums and galleries and being surrounded by art.  So it's also fun because it's something we can do together.

This year's patrons included a local collector of luxury automobiles, and after spending time in his garage with his Packards I asked if it would be okay for me to come back with my camera and photograph a bit: I still have that Patterns exhibit coming up, and I could see some shots that would be perfect. 

So yesterday I got to go back with my camera and spend an hour indulging my appetite for beauty. I was sorry not to be able to bring my husband along as we'd originally hoped; he's still cooking and running errands for that family down in Portland.  But -- oh, my.  It was just pure heaven to be in that room with those beautiful creatures; like the glories of Rome or Greece, they are a delicious testament to the artistic sensibilities of another era, when music wasn't a sound bite and literature wasn't a tweet: such loving attention to detail.

I only opened up the images this morning, so I haven't gone through yet to see what else might be there,  But I love this one, and thought I'd share it with you: I call it "Self Portrait with Rolls."  Isn't it just delicious?  It's like a painting; it feels like it belongs on the cover of a book.  And the grid of that radiator makes me think of organ pipes -- music to my eyes!