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“Live your Life. Live your Life. Live your Life.”

FILE – In this Sept. 25, 1985 file photo, author Maurice Sendak poses with one of the characters from his book “Where the Wild Things Are,” designed for the operatic adaptation of his book in St. Paul, Minn. (AP Photo, file)

Bon Voyage on your trip to the land of the Wild Things.

In his honor, go read a book!

Or, in support of Archives, go take a look at some of his original materials!

The Rosenbach Museum

The Kerlan Collection at the Univ. of MN

Giant public sculptures are my JAM

I’ve always been fascinated with oversized props and such- ones that make me feel like Thumbelina, or a member of The Borrowers family. These days, you can see things like this in corny roadside attractions on Route 66 or in small America that needed a way to get on the traveling map. For artists, though, this opens up a whole new opportunity to turn a bland public space into one that amazes and gives back to the community.

CLICK THE IMAGE BELOW FOR A SLEW OF AMAZING PUBLIC SCULPTURES THAT BRING CREATIVE BEAUTY TO THE OUTDOORS

Claes Oldenburg, Coosje van Bruggen, Safety Pin, 1999
Walda and Sidney Besthoff Sculpture Garden
City Park

They say it’s your birthday…

Well yes, yes it is my birthday. How nice of you to remember!

I am painfully less-than-enthusiastic about celebrating my birthday. It’s not because I’m older, or wiser, or cheaper; I’m just that kind of person that gets a little anxious when I’m congratulated for simply surviving another year.  Things might be different if I trained venomous snakes or tested for landmines as my 9 to 5, two jobs that would warrant a celebration for existing yet another year (with or without all of my limbs).  If this was turn of the century New York, I’d be celebrating in grand birthday fashion that I found a way to survive that nasty Cholera.

What would I celebrate this year? I did finish grad school, that’s something. I successfully helped move the contents of an entire apartment somewhere new (and avoided the oft-experienced relationship stressors that accompany). Oh, I started this blog, which I never thought I would do-ever.

What do I wish for the next year? I want to be less stressy. OMG yes. Perhaps cook and sew more, and most definitely laugh more. I want to enjoy the beautiful days outside, armed with a book or a board game, some Claritin, and some excellent company (friends and bf, I’m looking at you!). Save for a tattoo? Sure. Take a vacation? You betcha. Other than that, I hope that I find a new job that wants me as much as I want it. Somewhere where there’s that point when I smile and say ‘I can do this. I enjoy it. And I can do this well.’

Well, now that I think about it. Yes, let’s celebrate. Who’s in for DimSum and some outdoor frosty beverages!

 

Happy Birthday, all you other April 17 folks!