On Saturday I took my lil sis to Paul for sandwiches and mini pastries, followed by the National Gallery. It was almost like being in Paris only cheaper.
My favorite artist of the day, Alexander Calder.
I could watch his mobile sculptures for hours. At one point, one of the sculptures set off an alarm - I'd like to think that'd make the artist proud. Talk about art taking on a life of it's own.
And Calder's Red Horse - striking against a clear blue sky, reminded me of a Giant Dala Horse.
Because I like to tie everything back to Nordic folk art.
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