I’ve known my dear friend, Kathy Mahoney, since our early days freelancing as illustrators in Boston in the 80’s. She’s been inviting me to her new place in Austin for almost four years. Instead, I’ve caught up with her when she’s in Maine every summer. Opportunistic, I know.
This year felt like the right time to go, and coincide with the total eclipse.
Last Saturday, we caught the 7:15 am ferry from Peaks and arrived at Kathy’s house on the edge of downtown Austin by around 9 pm. Ample lulls between each leg of the journey were good for sketching while staring out at the clouds from our plane.
Even a random drawing is a good diversion, try it.
On Sunday morning, we strolled around her sweet neighborhood and through the nearby Oakwood Cemetery.
Had my eye out for vernacular delights, the more rusty the better.
We found our island neighbor, now Austinite, at work at the lovely Paper & Craft Pantry. Howdy, Olwyn! Marty is sporting Olwyn’s t-shirt design for a local band with a hot new release, Bear on Bear.
This place is an irresistible candy store for a paper person/snail mailer like myself. C’mon, April is National Letter Writing Month!
I was in my sweet spot, and a bit matchy matchy too.
During siesta time, I sat in Kathy’s backyard full of wildlife, watching grackles take splashy baths and squirrels scamper in the pecan tree.
Later, we headed to the University of Texas to see The Color Inside, a Skyspace by James Turrell. It’s a naked eye observatory with an oculus in the center.
Within a small oval room, we watched the colors of the sky above and interior below transform, a live optical excursion in color theory. The best viewings are at sunrise and sunset when the sky shifts in hue and the color contrasts are profound.
A woman played a hand pan continuously for the hour of the performance. It was hypnotic and sublime.
Afterwards I was drowsy with delight. We strolled around campus, spying public art like this piece by Nancy Rubins, titled Monochrome for Austin.
On Monday, April 8, the local forecast was not promising for the total eclipse. Still, we got giddy in our safety glasses and souvenir t-shirts by our island neighbor, Alfred Wood.
Intermittent views between clouds were spectacular!
The two minutes of totality were not visible, yet we felt them in the cooling darkness that set in, which triggered the streetlights. Not exactly the rapture that was had in northern Maine, but still surreal. I’m happy that fellow Mainers had the best weather after what our state has been through lately!
On Tuesday, we visited the Blanton Museum of Art where the free admission day drew crowds of art seekers like us.
I was quite inspired by the elaborate fashions in The Floating World: Masterpieces of Edo Japan. I sketched this later during siesta time.
The collection is vast, each wooden block print more dizzyingly detailed than the last.
My eyeballs melted and I moved on to a refreshing exhibit, Anni Albers: In Thread and On Paper. She knew how to make the most of simple shapes and repetition, fundamental elements in Bauhaus thinking. This metallic piece caught my reflection.
I’m known as a cryer; this tear drop kinda choked me up:) in a good way. By Gyula Kosice, Persistence of the Mobile Drop of Water burbled and bubbled, a hydrokinetic work that captures “an architecture of water.” Like a lunar galaxy into infinity, I was mesmerized.
There was more than we could possibly see, this place deserves multiple visits. Even the exterior is dazzling.
We ducked briefly into Austin, by Ellsworth Kelly. He gifted the design concept, his last monumental work, to the Blanton in 2015. It’s a hushed chapel that baths you in color. Amen.
The afternoon forecast called for a tornado watch. Marty and I went in search of a local paper on foot, but the black sky sent us back empty-handed. The weather held on through happy hour, and then we ventured over to the Congress Avenue Bridge for the infamous flight of the colony of Mexican Free Tailed bats who live beneath the bridge. What a crowd in waiting!
Unfortunately the sky finally let go, and severe thunderstorms began, sending us and many others for cover. No bat sightings this trip.
On Wednesday, we bid Kathy farewell and made the long trek home, where my stash of her colorful block prints will keep her close.
I painted a spread in my recycled sketchbook in her honor. Kathy is a walking hootenanny and terrifically talented to boot. Thanks for hosting our giddy up good times in Austin!
Thanks for bringing us along on this delightful trip visiting your good friend. I’m inspired (not for the first time, and not the last) glimpsing the world through your eyes. *
Comment Dear Jamie,
these are all FABULOUS
Loved traveling with you from beginning to end !
And how wonderful to get to see beautiful Olwyn again!!!!!