Two weekends ago, we headed down to DC to visit family and celebrate my youngest daughter’s birthday — a birthday, that was, of course, celebrated in the most magical way: a Tinkerbell Art party! After our group’s six kids (amongst a throng of 30!) tromped through the East Wing of the National Gallery of Art to attend the “Stories In Art” program, they descended on lunch in a Tinkerbell Fairyland (well, the NGA cafe). I’m not sure what aspect of the partaaaay the kids liked most:
- Listening to “Matthew’s Dream” — the story of Matthew the mouse, who discovers that he can see the world through art, and decides that his life mission is to become an artist
- Walking through the galleries with the docent to discuss the art on walls (“What title should we give this painting [by Pollock]?” asked the docent. “CRAZY!” squealed one daughter. “And what do these squiggly lines look like?” the docent asked. “WORMS!” yelled the other daughter)
- Creating their own Pollock drip painting (that took 3 days to dry)
- Or devouring the rich, dense, chocolate raspberry ganache cake with Tinkerbell on top?
I think the most powerful part of the weekend was visiting one particular gallery in the Newseum. The 911 exhibit was fascinating, as it included the remains of the radio tower that stood on the top of World Trade Center Tower 2 and fell in a heap of twisted metal that eventually found its way to the museum. But it was the exhibit on Communism and Journalism that really moved me. While you stared at pictures of people hiding in the hood of a car to cross from East to West Berlin — basically people doing incredible things to get to freedom — several chunks of the Berlin wall towered above and behind you. All graffitied.
Pretty intense. Tinkerbell should have worked some magic to make that wall come down long before it did.