It’s Artica weekend again, St. Louis’ annual outdoor, out-there, visual, interactive and music festival. I went down for a while yesterday, still weighed down by some chronic bronchitis and back issues. There was an image at every turn. I gather this was supposed to be an eyeball head. Hard to see, but there were fine blood vessels painted on the sphere. Never saw her face.
Another from Tower Grove Pride. I suspect that there characters represent something specific but I have no idea what. (Suggestions?)
Artica starts today. Hope my spine holds up.
More Tower Grove Pride. Whenever I go to these events, I always running into the wonderfully names Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, all the more meaningful for my Catholic background. They wear these little plastic name tags, just like Mormon missionaries.
Artica is this weekend. Still listless but gotta pull it together.
Another late post. This bug has still got me down. And my creaky back is bad enough that I’m seeing pain management next week. The joys of getting old, but we must press on. So, another pic from Tower Grove Pride. Want to accept a dare?
I could have gone a few different ways with this theme. Got a couple of pictures of Philip Glass from times we have crossed paths. Lots from the Dale Chihuly Museum in Seattle. In the end, I decided something local was most appropriate. This is a curtain wall building in downtown STL. The colors reflect the sky but not at all the texture.
