Mucha Adventure

I waited till almost the very last minuet to go.  It was the last month of the exhibition.  I had to see it, but carving time out is hard.  Still, I was determined to go. 
She said she'd come with me... I didn't want to disturb her work week.  But okay, she knows the way.  She'd been there at least once or twice before.  I really was grateful for the sleep spot near Chicago and the company.  But, how many times can you see a museum exhibit?

Oh.

oh my god!

Oh.


Are you allowed to cry?
I was certain I could not draw in the very first few steps.
I knew I should never pick up a pencil again in the second nook.
I had to go out for my sketchbook by the early day poster display.
I was happy.

There were rough sketches, finished works, ideas, different medias, photo references, and lotsa lotsa things you could get nose to art with!  My head is still buzzing even months later.

Even some of the unfinished work sent me into passionate ideas for paintings. 

The exhibit is gone now - but I was certainly glad I could go.  Hopefully, they could mop up all my drool.

I was glad to be an excuse for my friend to get to see everything - yet again.  I wish I was her.