Monday Morning Minion Meeting
Whimsical Tiny Tales captured in Media Res
Exchange of Zanyisms
Whimsical Tiny Tales ~~ SWIM!!
Minion Banana Boogie
Drop It Like It’s Hot
Category: House of Ganesha Zen Garden Created and Photographed by DeBorah Ann Palmer.
Balance
Travel theme: Balance
I find my spiritual balance in nature especially during late spring, early summer and Autumn. A Celebration of Natural Symmetry.
Central Park
The Brooklyn Botanic Garden
Rockefeller Center Fountains and Green Space
Spring 2015
Purple Flowers
Purple Flowers
Hot Pink Flowers
Hot Pink Flowers
Spring Central Park 2015
Zen Gardens of the Mind, Spirit, Soul & Body
What Price Beauty or Fame?
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THEDAILYPOST
Mar 22, 2016
DAILY PROMPT
Price
What Price Beauty or Fame?
As many of you may know I work as a Security Officer in a museum so I am Blessed to be surrounded by Beautiful Works of Art all day long. No matter which wing or section of the museum I am posted I always find artworks with limitless intrinsic value.
One of the many repetitive questions I get from museum visitors is “What is the most expensive painting/artwork in the museum?” At first I was puzzled that one could be in a gallery full of Rembrandts, Vermeers, Caravaggio’s, John Singer Sargent, Manet, Monet, Degas or any of many gifted artists and seek only to know a price tag! Well since I’ve now been working at the museum for eight years I’m used to the question and no longer offended. Still a bit puzzled but I suppose for some people it is human nature to want to know the cost. I explain to the visitors that most of the artworks are donated to the museum, there are some purchases but very few.
I am not an artist. At least not a visual artist in that respect. Many of my fellow guards are artists. I highly respect them and artists throughout all ages and eras. I admit to being a late blooming photographer and a frenetic writer! I often introduce myself as a Writer masquerading as a museum security guard!!
Being possessed of a sensitive nature I absorb what’s around me. My favorite art in the museum are paintings. I feel paintings speak to me. They tell me a story. Even landscapes and still lifes have some tale to impart to the viewer. Since my job can be monotonous and boring in between patron queries I allow the paintings to tell me their stories. Also as the Tour Guides and Docents introduce various genres of art and artists to the visiting public I’m there soaking up their wisdom like a sponge. Many times when I get home I’ll listen to art classes and studies which are readily available on YouTube. When I can I may purchase a book or catalog on a specific exhibit or artist who has taken my fancy.
Many of these artists were not appreciated, famous or in some cases able to make a decent living via their art. Most only gained fame long after their deaths. Some who became famous during their lifetimes did not necessarily have happy lives.
One of the best things about working for a museum in New York is that my ID card enables me to get into any New York City museum for FREE!! So all those trips to various museums you have read about cost me nothing except for the food and any item I purchase from the gift shops.
Srisha Births a Nation~House of Ganesha
Srisha Births a Nation
Lyrisha
In the time of Before. Whorls. Whirls. A Looking Glass. Lyrisha stepped into the breech, squatted down and birthed Pangaea. Beholding her child she cut the umbilical cord, flung the afterbirth to the sky and she proclaimed I am the Seed Giving Mother. Melanated being swirling, twirling, whirling dervishes in Praise to the Most High!
SiStar Luna has blessed us with a full Blood Moon. A Conjuring time has settled in. Cleansing, purifying, Blood Season.
Re-absorption has begun. A Virgin gathers thorns.
Click — Click — Click
I welcome SiSta Luna and drink in her Essence. Then I became Moon Goddess cast into MoonLit Silver bars. Shadows creep from beyond the hedges. Minerva anointed Mother Earth Scared Scented Oils undulated through germinated Blossoms.
Moonbeams eek through nectar blooms washes over land sweetened with adjoining rivers, brooks, lakes, oceans, seas subsumed across the Universe. Who is she who sliced the reeds. Behold a predator lurks among the bulrushes. Pierced by a shaft of solar eclipse he goes to dust. Taken in by Gaia to be resurrected flora. Who bigged your belly so soft, moist and round? Nudes in the sand grain upon grain. Assembling Diana rides the Night breezes. I was only a voyeur to dust and sand.
You are a silent movie in a sea of captivated cacophony. A Paradox? A Life? Palindrome. Symbiosis.
Fecundity of the forest is our temple Goddess in a Land kisst by Solaria. Arcadian rhythms beat out season-less suns.
Tendersea breathe deeply.
House of Ganesha Zen Garden Created and Photographed by DeBorah Ann Palmer.
http://hinduism.about.com/od/lordganesha/a/ganesha.htm
http://www.lotussculpture.com/ganesh1.html
Ganesha Mantra to African Drums
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 