Monday, May 14, 2007

• Art and Lenses

  It was so strange not to ride my bike yesterday.  And I didn't ride to work this morning because my alarm didn't go off and then I woke to find my shoulders sore.  Maybe I'll go walking later, or Steve will bike with me. 

  Yesterday was such a lovely day.  More Mother's Day wishes to my mum.  She talked to all of her babies, true, but I still feel we didn't do anything to make it a particularly special day.  I didn't stay long, just a quick stop in before I drove to Cincinnati to visit a couple of friends I haven't seen in a good year or so.  Talking to my sister right before I drove off was actually the highlight of my morning. 

  Caro (friend, not sister) has a job interview today at one of the wonderful hospitals in Cincy.  The job, as I understand it, is one she's quite qualified for but one that will challenge her at the same time.  She's a creature who needs culture, and the rural setting she's been in has been starving her soul a bit. 

  So we went to the art museum in Cincinnati.  I learned all about the Cincinnati art hero Frank Duveneck and about the dueling divas of decorative pottery.  Some of the glazes we saw on the pots were gorgeous.  Then one display of particularly beautiful pieces had some writing about how they can't do that same level of brilliance so much anymore because of stricter environmental and health standards... like some of the glazing techniques involved the usage of, oh, uranium.

  I bought a couple of postcards- one Duveneck for one grandmother and another local Cincy guy who did a portrait of an archbishop from Natchez, Mississippi.  This archbishop apparently got in trouble with the government at some point.  He was known to help the destitute and deranged.  I'm going to have to research his story so I can write it for my other grandmother.

  After we shut down the museum, we made our way out of downtown and back up to Mason, Ohio, where the hotel was.  We had a lovely meal at Claddagh, an Irish pub-type restaurant, and after stuffing ourselves silly, we went back to the hotel and talked politics and religion for a couple of hours before it got dark and I had to excuse myself so I could head home.  It was a really refreshing and wonderful time.  I pray that Caro's interviews go well today and that she gets the job. 

  Today I've been thinking about lenses.  About the way we view things.  Right after I started rambling in my brain about metaphors of vision, I read a blog from a friend of mine about her desire to communicate her thoughts and feelings by touch.  I told her of my old wish and idea to create an art form that incorporated all five senses and really commuincated deeper things than language can.  I adored the art I saw yesterday.  And I understsand music on a lovely level.  I don't create it much, though.  I stick to words.  They're insufficient and quite imperfect, but they're what I've got.  It's fun to permute them and grok on them and use their flavor and soul to touch another person. 

  My favorite songs today:
  the one playing on this Xanga 
  "Heart of Gold" by Neil Young

  I'll have to play with some new albums soon and maybe put up an obscurer song or too.  Peace, love, and Happy Monday to you.

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