Julie Delio's Open Salon Blog

Who Is This Child?

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 16:08:27 -0400

I vaguely remember her. And her dog Puddles. I didn't remember the naked doll until I saw it again. But those saddle shoes? I'd remember them anywhere. They're the ones she was wearing when she stepped on a rusty safety pin. When they had to pull the safety pin out of the sole of the shoe so they could take her to the doctor to have a tetanus shot. It would have been easier if she had been barefoot, the way she always wanted to be.

Me. Forgotten memories. The photos bring some of them back. The photos that ended up in my virtual lap one day. The photos that were carelessly recorded by a brother discarded. Can't I ever get rid of him?

What if I had let go? They would have blamed me -- just like they always did. I was the oldest, the most responsible, the one who knew better. Still am. Still do.

But it only took "this" long to be slammed back in time. The photos. Is this why photos are so important to me? Is this the only thing tethering me to any memories I have? I am indeed the archivist.

Photo Geo Quiz Redux

Sun, 4 Jul 2010 11:07:16 -0400

Back in the Beta Days, not to be confused with The Good Old Days, I would occasionally put up a photograph and ask for users to identify the location. Today, with a global readership, it would be impossible for me keep many guessing.

But in honor of Independence Day, I'm presently the following as a Mega Photo Geo Quiz. You can send your answers by private message or post in the comment section, referencing the number of the photo. My husband and I are going to see an exhibit about Leonardo da Vinci at a local museum, so I won't be responding for hours.

(Most of these are old family photos that I have scanned from slides and the quality is less than perfect.)

Have fun.

Number One

Number Two

Number Three

Number Four

Number Five

Number Six

Number Seven

Number Eight

Number Nine

Number Ten

Number Eleven

Number Twelve

Number Thirteen

Number Fourteen

(This is a gimme.)

My First Comment -- I Miss Madame Bitch

Fri, 11 Jun 2010 07:06:17 -0400

I haven't been around much lately. But I do keep an eye on what's going on.

I miss some of the folks who have wandered off, Madame Bitch a/k/a LeCastor being one. The last I heard she was in Europe working for a US law firm. I'll bet she's cracked the ol' boys network. Another of my favorites commented on this too. But I've found him someplace else.

Here's the post dated 4/30/08 and my comment is at the end dated 5/2/08.

Bluebonnets, Bluebonnets, Bluebonnets

Sun, 11 Apr 2010 11:04:44 -0400

Pioneer Village, Fredericksburg, Texas

On the Willow City Loop, Gillespie County, Texas

On the Willow City Loop, Gillespie County, Texas

On the Willow City Loop, Gillespie County, Texas

Somewhere in Central Texas

Art, Texas

On the grounds of the Art Hedwig United Methodist Church, Art, Texas

Wildseed Farms, Fredericksburg, Texas

The Forgotten Sculpture — Update to Previous Post

Mon, 29 Mar 2010 22:03:54 -0400

Back in Part 3 of my series on the Fort Worth museum district, I had a photo of a eerily beautiful sculpture of a horse. I said that I couldn’t locate any information about the sculpture, either near its physical location or on the website of the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth.

Yesterday I made a special trip back to the museum to find this poor horse’s name. Again I searched all around the sculpture. There was one tiny sign on a wall about 30 feet away, but when I approached it I found it said “STAFF ONLY.” So I went in the building to get the name of the work and the artist, as well as the material it was made of. The information desk was busy with groups buying tickets for the Warhol exhibit, but I spotted a nicely dressed, middle-aged woman standing to the side. I asked if she was a docent and she told me that she works at the museum. I explained what I was looking for and she seemed familiar with the sculpture. So familiar that she knew the name of the sculptor off the top of her head: Deborah Butterfield. But she had to go behind the information desk to get a catalog of the museum’s collection to find the name of the piece. It wasn’t there — neither was Deborah Butterfield. So she asked the woman sitting in front of a computer to help us. She didn’t find the answer on the Modern’s website, but instead via Google (I don’t know where).

Hina by Deborah Butterfield.
Bronze

After thanking the museum staff for their help (and shaking my head in disbelief), I went on about my other appointments for the day. After I got home a few hours later, it took only a few minutes to find many links to Deborah Butterfield and her marvelous horses. This one is, however, tells the fascinating story of Ms. Butterfield and her horses: http://artworksmagazine.com/2008/05/deborah-butterfield/