Monday, June 1, 2009

Road trip with My Son

Julien and Sharon Butler

Saturday seemed like a good day for a road trip, so I decided to drag my 14 year old son, Julien, along with me to attend a gallery opening at the John Davis Gallery in Hudson. He was a good sport about it, after all he is already talking about going to art school, and even did his version of dressing up. He also brought along his iPod for us to listen to in the car and he was kind enough to play the music that I like (the music I downloaded and have brainwashed him into liking, I am SO proud!!) and not his so much. However, I was specifically asked NOT to sing, which was amazingly difficult when Creedence Clearwater Revival came up!

Anyway, it was a beautiful, sunny day and on the way down to Hudson I stopped and took a few pictures of some barns, as well as a few interesting signs. Always love passing Hubcap Heaven:

and of course we were SO tempted to stop for some dinner after seeing this sign:

The show was awesome, both the art and the space. I love the carriage house and its rough, industrial space:
So depressing to be on a strict budget! I was dying to buy one of these small paintings by Molly Herman:
There was a lovely courtyard between the two spaces:
I spent some time talking to Sharon Butler of Two Coats of Paint.which I really enjoyed and I also met Martin Bromirski, whose blog I have been reading for years (he has up a post about the opening too, and I am not the least bit offended that he didn't mention me at all, nope, not offended at all;)). Martin and I also went to UArts in Philadelphia, back in the 80's, although we didn't know each other then. We were in different departments and he was also two years behind me. I imagine we shared an elevator at some point or an evening or two at Dirty Frank's, but I don't specifically recall either of those. Heh. Anyway, Martin also brought his mom (who also reads my blog) along to the opening and she and I had several lovely conversations. Nice mom you have, Martin!!

After Julien and I left the gallery, we walked up the street and had pizza at Baba Louie's. My son is at the age where he can eat a crazy amount of food and the waitress was amazed that he easily put away a 14" pizza.:

The drive home was uneventful, although finally I just couldn't help myself and had to sing at the top of my lungs to Paradise By the Dashboard Light, by Meatloaf until in a huff, Julien switched it to something I didn't know. hehe. Good times.

10 comments:

Casey Klahn said...

Thanks for letting us in on this road trip!

M.A.H. said...

Nice hearing a report with pictures from your neck of the woods!

Anonymous said...

What a neat road trip. Julien is one great looking son. Glad you had a good time together! Aunt Shirley

Sharon said...

Good to see you Tracy. That kid is a sweetie.

Angela Wales Rockett said...

Sounds like a great trip, and what a great gallery! I can see what you mean about Molly's work too.

Martin said...

he is only 14? i thought he was a junior about to be a senior.

sorry i did not get your picture! you are not the only one... i missed some other good opportunities. i kept trying to escape my mom, but she kept following me... so i would take off whenever she started to talk to someone.

JUST KIDDING MOM! she does read this.

Giselle C. Gautreau said...

Sounds like a great road trip & happy Mom/Son time.

I was so happy to see the work by Molly Herman. I know Molly! I really want one of her paintings too. They are so lovely. She's on Facebook too, and super sweet, if you want to connect.

:-)

Unknown said...

What a handsome guy. I have a 14 year old son too but I didn't have mine when I was 10 like you did Tracy.
;o)

I love that he has inherited your artistic streak.

Shanster said...

Fun trip for sure! I can't believe he made you promise not to sing... isn't that road trip sacriledge?!

Kevyn Hagemann said...

Well, that's a nice way to strengthen your bond with your son on road trips. And wow, that doesn't look like a 14" pizza but it's more of an 18", and it looks delicious to say the least.