Last weekend my husband and I went on a rare date night. We headed north to the Toledo Museum of Art to enjoy the museum's Club Friday Music.
The band performing last Friday was called Hepcat Revival and is a seven person, swinging jazz band that performs all over the midwest.
I believe they are from the Toledo area because the one band member was running late as he was finishing his day job working for the Mud Hens, the local minor league baseball team in Toledo.
My husband and I enjoyed the music and promised each other that we would return to another "Club Friday Music" event at the art museum.
The museum itself is worth a trip to Toledo as it holds many artistic exhibits and changes them throughout the year. The featured exhibit last weekend was a blown, colorful glass exhibit. It showed many different artistic things people did with glass. The museum also has a live glass blowing exhibit.
We also enjoyed some of the many unique pieces at the museum. I remember one in particular that struck my eye as we walked into the room.
It was a photographic painting of a person. I remember looking at the painting and taking an interest in it right away. I looked at others while I made my way over to the painting and was surprised when I looked up to see that it was a bunch of broken cups and saucers that were epoxied onto a canvas.
As I began to study the painting up close I thought I was going crazy as I could have sworn it looked like a portrait of someone. To my surprise I was not crazy because as I began backing away from the painting the portrait began taking shape.
The painting was titled, Portrait of a Freedom Fighter and was done by Julian Schnabel in 1951.
One of my all-time favorites at the museum is an oil painting that is located in the red room and is titled Sir Thomas Lawrence, Lord Amherst. The painting was done in a way that the person's foot is always pointing at you no matter where you stand. I love that painting.
Some funny things that happened to me while visiting the museum was when I was taking notes on some of my favorite paintings, one of the guards acted as if I had committed a mortal sin because I was using an ink pen. She quickly ran and fetched me a pencil.
So, take my advice and visit the art museum but leave your ink pens in your purse.