It always starts out innocently enough. I tell one of my kids we’re heading out for a quick museum spin, then end up stumbling on oodles of other arts-related fare that I can’t resist exploring. Thursday it was art adventures along Main Street in Mesa, and surrounding areas.
Christopher came along, eager to help me capture a few “before” pictures of Mesa’s light rail expansion. Also to check out the “Extreme Pets” exhibition at Arizona Museum for Youth — hoping to find some of the pets he favors most, including fish, reptiles, cats and more.
We were intrigued by several of the facts gleaned from “Extreme Pets” signage. A timeline showing that dogs have the distinction of being human pets longer than any other animals. A tidbit of trivia noting that cats respond best to names that end with the sound in our own cat’s name — Pinky.
Christopher loved the fetishes and other artworks featuring frogs, and we were both wowed by something called the “Animal House.” I enjoyed works by local mask-maker Zarco Guerrero — and those by Corinne Geersten, who also has works in the “Family Matters” exhibit at the Gallery at Tempe Center for the Arts.
After exploring every nook and cranny of the museum, we headed to Cucina di Vita for a little nibble — where we spied a wall sporting several works by local artists, and a flyer encouraging folks to support an AMY fundraising project. The pizza was a lovely mix of sweet and spicy, with crust that was a nifty mix of moist and crunchy. I’ll be a repeat offender.
Christopher decided to linger over his salad, which was fabulously fresh with a great assortment of veggies, while I went in search of the Fiber Factory. I’d planned to hit their “spin-in” that evening at the Mesa Arts Center, before making a mad dash for the Hormel New Works Festival at Phoenix Theatre, but didn’t know if I’d survive a second Mesa run in the humidity.
Turns out I stumbled onto one of their spinners when I finally spied the Fiber Factory next to a Mary Consie sculpture called “The Big Pink Chair” on Main St. I asked what type of “yarn” she was using, and she gently told me about the “fiber” in her hands — which was alpaca. I recalled seeing a story about alpaca farming on CBS Sunday Morning, hoping it would redeem my “yarn” faux pas. She was gracious, but unimpressed.
Once she told me about friends who do alpaca farming, and the summer camps they offer, I mentioned the Raising Arizona Kids magazine camp directory. Soon she leapt from her seat and shouted “Lynn!” Seems it’s hard for some to recognize me now that I’ve got an 8-ply rather than 2-ply figure. Turns out our kids went to Arizona School for the Arts together — and her brother was my children’s elementary school music teacher — so the shop was filled with unexpected strands that day.
I had just enough time for a quick stroll through the store before Christopher called, and I realized I might be in the wrong city for the Broadway musical that serves as my ring tone. Before rushing out, I admired various looms, oodles of yarn and other fibers, whimsical buttons (including some the size of a silver dollar) and more. Karen Sadow (who runs One Planet Yarn & Fiber) made sure I had got a copy of the Fiber Factory class schedule before heading out.
Knowing that rush hour in the Valley gets underway by about 3pm most days, we jumped on the freeway and headed home so Christopher could take care of feeding and such for all his real-life pets. Paintings are all good and fine, but they rarely purr or welcome a gentle pat on the head.
— Lynn
Note: I’ll be sharing more about the “Extreme Pets” exhibition in a future online exclusive for Raising Arizona Kids magazine — so stay tuned at www.raisingarizonakids.com.
Coming up: Casualties of love and war