Pasadena Museum of Modern Art. Still, it’s one of the coolest places to go to. I was there last Friday evening when they had poet readings given by Red Hen Press. Red Hen is a local non-profit publisher.
Rembrandt painted more than ninety portraits of himself. One of the finest autobiographies in art history. The paintings were not accurate; they were true. He painted himself from within,
I wish I could tell the 96% of women who doubt their looks, that they are not insignificant; for centuries women have inspired paintings and poems and stories and songs. They have been the subject of masterpieces. Art is beauty, and therefore they as women are beautiful.
I also loved the lines Tom delivered when he crooned, “Long live our own Queen Mary,” sounding like a fairy Godmother, but it was when he said, “There’s no such thing as safe love. Real love means giving someone the power to hurt you.” nudging her toward romance that made me stop and think about the truth in vulnerability.
it’s the gardens that have me in awe every-time. As I strolled after the rain, the surreal light that cast its shadow on the 150 acres was magnificent. There is something about being in nature that inspires a view of the physical and the spiritual where they converge as one.
The thrill of seeing an art piece designed to be worn excites me! And I appreciate the offbeat quirky mind and creativity that made them into being. In my mind they have a 1980’s theme and reminded me of when in 1989 I selected a pair of flats in the silhouette of a smoking slipper from Bloomingdales’ Century City. Purchased for me, they were black patent leather with a brassy gold theatrical smiling face and a pewter tragic face that ornamented the toe.