No morning blues this trip to the museum.
Written by Emily Reeter
I had another opportunity this week to trek around the Krannert Art Museum. I got to explore the “Blue and White Ceramics: An Enduring Global Obsession”. Immediately as I walked into this eggshell white room, I was overwhelmed by the array of different ceramics but all in this rich, beautiful Mediterranean blue.
All of the displayed pieces looked like they belonged in a wealthy Greek family’s home in Santorini. The detail, the alluring color, the unique shape of all the ceramics were captivating. I’ve head that all art tells a story before, but I especially saw this through some of the bowls and plates featured in the exhibit. There was one specific plate that caught my attention because of the precise design painted in the center of the ceramic. The bowl itself had tulip shaped edges which made the bowl look very feminine and like it belonged to someone’s mother. The inside of the bowl had a defined Japanese style house in the center along with some Japanese cherry blossoms, and paintings of locals in the landscape. It was a beautiful peek into a cultural village and the life it has within it. The color scheme brought me back to some warm memories of my childhood home. Our house in Morton, Illinois is one of the oldest ones left standing in the community. It has all the old woodwork and heat ventilators. Our downstairs bathroom was especially unique and showed its age through its layout. It was peculiarly large and was a similar rich blue. The bathroom was large enough to fit a small love seat and my family put a classy leather one in the corner. Growing up, my sister and I would sit on it while our mother got ready at the sink. Throughout that bathroom my mom had soap dispensers, and hand towels in similar blue intricate patterns. It also felt like such a elegant, fancy bathroom because of the charming love seat and the sophisticated art design displayed around the washroom. It’s still one of my favorite rooms in that house and I’ll always remember the mornings spent in there with my mother and sister. There were no blues to be had when exploring this exhibit, only warm fuzzy feelings of reminiscence.