The day started with a drizzle, a bad hair day overall to be out in search of Mylar balloons. Popping in an out of a bunch of different florists with a broken umbrella, I drove back in a huff watching the stoic windshield wipers squeegeeing the incessant raindrops away over and over again. Afraid of running out of time, I decided to go to Party City for a dozen helium balloons to keep my etched metal sculpture afloat at the Monmouth Museum that afternoon. Faithfully churning out all ingredients for merry making, the place was hopping! Waiting in line I watched toddlers steal sticky starbursts standing on their tippy toes from large transparent bowls almost within their reach. I stood patiently while the young man behind the counter blew up 12 balloons one by one, meticulously curling the string with the sharp edge of his scissors. Finding success in my juvenile pursuit, I shut the car door on the 12 shiny balls of helium and sighed in relief only after they were tied to the sculpture – the figure losing a sandal was as if taking off with the balloons.
REVIEW: “…being able to touch the sculptures, as at the Monmouth Museum, is an exceptional opportunity…” Seeing Isn’t Always Believing: “Please Touch!” Exhibit at the Monmouth Museum