Saturday, February 11, 2012
I give you permission to really go all out.
The entrance can be a real entrance. It's okay! You don't have to guess about who's Kama'aina, or who is just going to the gift shop. Move your desk. We can line up, sign the guest book, get excited about the exhibits, without accidentally spying them all before we even pay to look. Make it official. It's time.
Ohhhhh the quilts! Isn't it time they get their own real exhibit? Instead of being placed up on the stairs? Maybe you just ran out of space, but wouldn't it be great to tell the stories of the quilts? The meaning behind all the patterns? What does a breadfruit represent? What about a anthurium? Can we get pictures of tutus sewing them? How long does it take? Who started this tradition? We could talk story about that for ages!
I commend you on your WWII exhibit, but I'm sad it's so far away, behind the Hawaiian/Victorian era.
And if I ask really, really nicely--can I please work for you?
-Aloha from a presumptuous museum freak.
Posted by Kaje at 5:41 PM