I am now an art expert.

Something about doing laundry makes me want to write. Most of these posts have been written while doing laundry, hence the title of this blog. This is no exception, as I'm currently waiting for the dryer to finish so I can change out of my pajamas. That's right, friends. It's after noon and I'm still in my pajamas. Sue me.

Anyway: I went to an art museum yesterday. It was fun. They had an exhibit of some of Ansel Adams's photographs...the things that man could do with black and white film are pretty mind-blowing, and the difference between seeing them in a book and seeing them in person is staggering.

We also saw a bunch of abstract art, which was explained to us in detail by a very enthusiastic (if slightly eccentric) volunteer at the museum. He was a trip. We were just minding our own business, making jokes about the paintings, and I think maybe he got tired of hearing us (it doesn't matter how quiet you are in an art museum; people will still hear you), because he insisted on giving us a private mini-tour of the whole abstract wing of the museum.

Abstract art can be a tough nut to crack, but lucky for you, I am now one of the world's foremost authorities on the subject. Allow me to help you decipher one of the more cryptic works in the collection (this is all made possible by Carly, whose ninja skills go far beyond my original estimates), Rosa Acle's Norte:


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See? It's perfectly clear, once you know what to look for.