Ryan doesn't get to do these kinds of things with Maya as often as we'd like; he works too hard, but because we had to leave his car in the Twin Cities after his work party (oh, forever-designated-driver-mama I am), we decided to do this as our other-reason-to-come. We done got ourselves a family membership and toured a few of the galleries--turtles and fox costumes and ants painted on walls.
A small space where children painted shoes in study with famous artists. A series of exhibits that are mimics of rosy-life: markets and mailpeople, front porches and roses in buckets.
The most popular for Maya was a how things work kind of space, particularly those that involved water. She dipped her hands in, collected airy balls, tested wheels.
Oh, and how paper is made. Made me think of this.
And my favorite space, which will be departing shortly--the land of stories. She adored it too, of course. Of course.
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