In these days of red and green, I cringe. Orange is My Color.
Imagine my delight when this little orb danced into my line of sight.
Its mutant reflection calmed concerns about aging handwriting.
Triple bonus came upon realizing this is my first‐observed orange Christmas decoration.
If this is the wave of future noels, I’m all in.
The exploding consumerism of the holiday season sickens me. I avoid malls and stores. I toss every catalog as it arrives.
Our house decorations are deliberate and minimal. Fireplace nutcracker. Santa moose. Seven‐inch white ceramic tree. German music box.
Red and green candles atop the dining table remind us this is the season to slow down, offer light, pay attention, and breathe deep. Ignore what does not enhance Life.
I call it a season for the senses: see; listen; smell; touch, taste. No cash required. No purchases needed. Only savory observation.
Like an unexpected orange Christmas decoration.
I’d gone to Sugar Land’s Town Center to observe our infamous “Selfie” sculpture.
The bronze piece outraged many people at its unveiling. Even Good Morning America featured the art. Why the fuss?
“Selfie” is fun, engaging, and contemporary.
If we want to engage more people in appreciating artwork, we must experiment, modernize some creations.
Is that not partly why Lin‐Manuel Miranda’s “Hamilton” still shines?
The same answer applies to painting, writing, dancing, etc.–name your art form.
One of the models for “Selfie” is Morgan, the niece of fellow RoadBroad Kay Cox. After my traffic box post last week, Kay enlightened me about the prevalence of public art in Sugar Land.
My cosmopolitan pride needed the education and the reminder: it’s never too late to learn. And so, I returned to the road.
Since, I’ve wandered across Sugar Land’s parks, streets, sidewalks, plazas and bridges. A wealth of public art surfaced. Color‐filled traffic light boxes at 13 intersections. Another 18 installations of bronze, iron, granite, and glass in sculpture, mobile, monument, and tiled form, all encircling an old Brazos River sugar town.
What about where you live? Is there public art? Please tell us more!
In seeing how other communities create their art spaces, we each learn. As we share with each other, we enrich both our communities and our own lives. Thus, change gains wings.
It’s not just stories we need. We need art. In all its forms.
P.S. Notice the orange shirt in the “Selfie” picture?
Unplanned for this blog post.
Like that orange orb, floating katey‐cornered from where I stood.
Ah, another synchronicity of the season…