I went to a Mardi Gras party at Gilda's Club here in Louisville on Friday night. Each of the people who attended made a Mardi Gras float. That's mine pictured above. It's a fluffy sort of float, throbbing with rich colors. Please note the descending layers: chickens at the top, a harlequin dancer in the middle, and in the foreground a parasol-protected Mardi Gras duck carrying a whirligig.
Somebody wandered past and offered me the Mardi Gras duck. Who could say no? A bit later the same person offered me what you can barely make out to the right of the real gold I swear it is necklace: a keychain showing three men clad in thongs pushing a vehicle. Again, who could say no? (While at Gilda's club, the trio was hidden behind discreetly arranged tissue paper.)
Here's a better shot: priceless necklace, men in thongs, orange and purple harlequin dancer.
It was totally the best float in the place, but the grand prize went to a nice little boy whose float featured 3 real mutant teenage ninja turtles. Mine was great, but even I voted for the turtles and also for a float featuring a Barbie doll that seemed to have fallen on hard times.
I took somebody who was visiting for the first time to see my favorite art at Gilda's Club. It's always a treat, and I visit several pieces whether alone or in company. Strong, powerful, bold art. Paintings, collage, assemblage, fiber art, quilts: the walls are alive with energy and also beautiful.
Friday night was filled with art making at top speed and with conversation. A good experience all around.
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