flying solo. just me. & my pal the Qur'an.

the Brigham Young University MOA

had an exhibit opening on friday.

"Beauty and Belief:  Crossing Bridges with the Arts of Islamic Culture."

I've been geeing out over it for months

so being bailed on was only a slight setback.

Not to be deterred, I ventured solo

like we cool kids tend to do.

It being opening night and all, 

it was rather crowded, and I didn't feel I lingered longer,

as per usual.

See, I'm used to having this sort of private, undiscovered, under-the-radar art museum all to myself.

in all honesty, the other people put me out.

So I assure you, 

considering.....

 a) it's across the street. like really. just across the street  &

b) I spend at least an afternoon a week there

.....I'm not too worried about sparse time with my new friends.

 

I'm only recently revealed the "art history nerd" pocket of my heart.

there will be more to come.

Also checked off this weekend?

four books.

I'm a social MACHINE.

hope your weekend was lovely!

a satirical way to answer those questioning, "Paige. Why don't you major in English?"

on days when the mean reds are getting the best of me

(which, thanks to five midterms in seven days, has been a lot lately)

more often than not, I find myself here,

in the Brigham Young University Museum of Art,

reflecting on Carl Bloch's Healing at the Pool of Bethesda. 

I sit.

and I think about Christ.

and life.

crying and cleansing and feeling.

There's something quiet and sacred about museums

that will dissipate any and all anger or anxieties of mine

in nearly an instant.

BYU is currently exhibiting art by the Weir family--

a father and two sons, all painters.  There's something terribly romantic and American about that, isn't there?

my favorite painting of the day...

self portrait with soft hat by Julian Weir 

..but I always have been partial to impressionistic styles, haven't I. 

Though that isn't to say I didn't thoroughly enjoy the more academic feel of his brother, John Weir.

Forrest of Fontainebleu

The Grand Canal, Venice

The MOA also currently has an exhibition featuring Whistler etchings.

Be still my heart.

One simply must top off an afternoon like that

with a vanilla steamer.

full cream, thank you.

According to today,

I'm a lover of all things rich,  as it were.

if siri were your friend

she would tell you 

 paige hates the RB stairs with a passion after spinning :: paige creeps on cute older couples

paige does a lot of syntax :: paige is amused by BYU  :: paige is disturbed by these creatures

paige doesn't discriminate :: paige has a new cat pal

paige likes daisies  ::  paige lost/found/lost/found her key this week ::  paige's relationship with the mailbox is mercurial
paige is a missionary supporter  :: paige's spanish homework is icky  :: paige thinks  mini-smores are the greatest

yes, that's what she would tell you.

welcome back to reality, peeps.

a long weekend spent in Eden, Utah,

with Ms. Greer and her lovely family.

[and  this song was on repeat in my head ]

road trip with muh gurlz

morgan's lovely wedding

Matt Townsend.  Hey all you married folks --  he's brilliant and witty as all get out!

studying phonetics at Powder Mountain.

thai & japanese food

walmart run at 1 am for kosher veggie burgers.

bedhead and the best study buddies one could ask for.

happy monday  tuesday! <---- would you look at that. just look at it.
bring on the midterms.

he's the cutest human in existence.

good luck trying to convince me otherwise.

...

“Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

l.o.v.e.

a late v-day post 

is a v-day post nonetheless.

though the boy with whom I would most like to be spending the day 

is some 2700 miles away,

I had a stellar valentine's day.

[read: food, giggling...food..]

CPK

being silly, as girls we be.

pie shakes

my three Kenz(s)ie Valentines

sneaking into the 3rd floor of the Tanner building to watch the bachelor on a projector screen.

onesie table-dancing ensued.

I love my girls.

hope your valentine's day was wonderful!

And happy weekend.

a february home is

festive

 fresh cookies & salmon

flowers

fire

full of my favorite men

what a lovely month.

she's a dime, for sure.

Ok, who's ready to see an obnoxiously large quantity of pictures of my stunner little sister before heading off to the Sweethearts dance?

Are you ready?  K great.

Isn't she a looker?

I love my girl.