Wow. Sorry everyone! Realized it’s been almost an entire month since my last blog post. Welp! I’m still alive! Unfortunately, I haven’t been doing a whole lot of art as of late. I’ve been doing a lot of studying and paper writing.
That’s a lot of what art conservation is. A whole lot of writing. You have to write about the art you’re about to fix, you have to write about how you fix it, you have to write about how it should be taken care of in the future, there’s just a whole lot. Let’s not forget the copious amounts of grant writing that needs done… oy… hopefully they, and when I say they, I mean the government, don’t look too hard at my blog. I like to write at least somewhat personable on here anyway.
Allora (Italian for “so” or “now then”). After two productive days, I decided to spend Sunday at the Boboli Gardens. It was a beautiful day. Probably one of the last ones Florence may see in a while. Like Sean Bean always says, “Winter is Coming.”
It’s always refreshing going back to greener scenery, as it reminds me of home.
They also had this gorgeous porcelain museum. Here are a few examples ranging from the elegant to the flat out comical:
As I was wondering the Porcelain Museum…
… I had this thought circling in my head about China that get’s inherited. My family was fortunate enough that my mom would let my sisters and I play and have tea parties with the fine China. We also have china that get’s used every time we have a lot of people over for dinner. I remember Mom would talk about estate sales that she’s gone where people sell china that just get’s sold because it was probably locked away or displayed. Never used. Never loved.
It was a melancholy thought, really.
In thinking about the future, I know if I obtained or inherited china, I would want my kids to have an attachment to it. I would want it to get used and loved. It would be hard to sell or pawn off if there’s sentimental value attached to something like that.
Then again, maybe I’m having an easy time saying it because I have some idea of how to fix it if it breaks, but I remember back to my internships and, in an odd way, I found it more meaningful and rewarding to fix my mother’s porcelain cat sculpture she made as a child, and my teacher’s son’s art project, maybe even more so than the more historic projects I’m working on here…
Those objects were really loved, not locked away behind glass…
… but then again, if these museum pieces weren’t here to be enjoyed by everybody, maybe they would’ve been locked away in someone’s house somewhere… and wouldn’t that be a tragedy?
I don’t think there is a right answer. Let me know what you think in the comments.
I would like to conclude this blog with a little friend I made on my adventure:
Ash Meyer Art 