It was such a sunny and beautiful weekend, I got the idea in my head that I wanted to stay up and do something unusual.
So after working Sunday through Wednesday nights, I slept for a few hours Thursday during the day, then got up for dinner, and then slept again at around midnight.
Friday morning, I decided I wanted to visit the Phoenix Art Museum. I usually go there two or three times a year and it's been a while. But I wouldn't have anyone to keep me company, and I hate driving, so I decided to take the bus.
A three-minute walk to the Metro stop at Tatum Blvd and Bell Road, I got there about five minutes before the scheduled departure. A bus was sitting there idle, but the number said "Express" instead of "44", and I just assumed it was some other bus using that stop. So I sat there, and the driver was sort of giving me the stink-eye through the windshield. If I'd been better versed in stink-eye, I would have understood that there were no other buses using that stop other than the 44, and that the bus I was waiting for was the one that he was driving.
I was getting the stink-eye from a few of the folks in the windows, but that's what folks on the bus do, they stink-eye just about everyone, and so for about a minute we were just staring at each other through the windows.
Then, the exact time when my 44 bus was scheduled to leave arrived, and the bus took off.
That's when it hit me that that was the bus I was waiting for.
Oh well, 30 minutes to waste. So I walked a few yards over to a nearby Subway and sat at one of their tables out front. It was actually pretty nice, not too cold but chilly enough to appreciate the light jacket I was wearing, reading an ebook on my iPhone. It was about 930am, but the Subway was open for business, and there were a few folks here and there walking around.
Half and hour later, I got on the bus (it was properly marked "44" on the side) and began my little adventure. We headed South on Tatum, passing all of our usual haunts -- the Best Buy, the Library, Paradise Valley Mall, the Golden Wok Chinese restaurant.
We drove past Camelback Mountain, Camelback Ave, the Chinese Cultural Center.
At Washington Ave, I got off and exhanged to the Phoenix Metro Light Rail and headed into downtown, past the Civic Center, Convention Center, Arizona Science Museum.
Finally, we reach the rail stop at Central Ave and McDowell. Paid my fifteen bucks to get in (god I miss living so close to the Smithsonian) and started walking around.
Not that much new stuff to see, at least nothing much that caught my eye.
I lingered in the European room, and admired each of the paintings.
I'd seen the Asian stuff before.
The Contemporary Art baffled me, as always.
I wanted to sketch some big baroque or classical scupture, but found out there weren't any at the Phoenix Art Museum.
I did stand before an "Indian wood" carving/statue of the Madonna, and a couple other busts/head sculptures.
Again, how I miss living so close to the Smithsonian.
I ate lunch in the Pallette restaurant in the Museum. I had a tuna salad sandwiche (which was pretty good) and a small cup of warm sweet potato salad (pretty good), which cost me 17 bucks after tip.
After several hours, I did the reverse trip home.
I sat next to a poor fellow just discharged from the hospital for COPD, and he told me all about his swollen leg and how he would have to take another long bus ride to pick up his meds the next day. He seemed familiar to me, but honestly I say that a lot.
This is the sketch I drew of a wood statue of the Madonna. Done originally in pencil, I only had a few minutes of privacy to sketch this ~5 foot tall statue. The face is totally off, but I was concentrating on capturing how the fabric of her robe created folds and shadows. When I got home, I applied some watercolor.
8 x 11