Cabin Fever, Anyone?

Bob and I (and I'm certain nearly everyone on the east coast) are sick of winter. Period. And yes, there are warming glimmers of spring in the longer days, the songs of returning birds and the increasing angle of the sun's rays. But we are still locked in frozen luge runs from here to the barn and we are awaiting this week's installment of mid-western storm front. Hopefully we get rain, not that white residue.
But yesterday, I correctly ascertained that a change of venue was called for, so Bob and I bundled ourselves off to New Haven to view art at the newly and wondrously enlarged Yale Art Galleries.
For anyone who has been, you know just what a treat it is. There is three times the space to show art, and accordingly, there is three times the amount of Yale's amazing collection on view. We had visited the galleries in an afternoon spent with several friends from the Boston area, but as we were visiting, Bob and I had felt we'd probably missed a lot. And we were right. Every where we turned yesterday, we saw more rooms and more work that we had previously missed. It is a great way to spend the afternoon on a gloomy day. We ran into a couple of friends and had a cup of coffee and generally came back revivified.
Any artist knows that it is important to get out of your own head and space and see other artists' work. Sometimes, being immersed in your own work is wonderful and just where you need to be. But yesterday was one of those mini-field trips that cleared up quite a few dark crawly corners.
And for those of you who have not been (deranged by cabin fever or not!) drive down to New Haven and see art... for free. We are so lucky to have this resource and so close to home!
Favorites yesterday? For some reason, I was hit by a couple of Stuart Davis' large sorta abstract paintings. They're geometric and playful, hard edge and wiggly at the same time. Bob admired two nice Kara Walker pieces with silhouettes super imposed over black and white prints. Also, funny things caught our eyes: ancient coins and a Tom Wesselmann that Bob liked. Something new everywhere we looked!