Blanking Out


 

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Blank

Blanking out. Something that happens more often as we get older. Those of you over 50 know exactly what I’m talking about. As for the rest of you just wait. You’ll get there.

I’ve been working at the museum for eight years and I can forget the name of a co-worker with whom I’ve worked on a steady basis for seven of those eight years.  Just yesterday I ran into one of the guards, a young lady I see every day. Do you think I remember her name?! No!! However I never forget a face. Lucky for me I was getting off the train so I smiled, waved and we exchanged Happy Hellos. Escaped embarrassment.  Such a nice pleasant young woman.  The last placed I Lived I was there for 22 years yet I still forgot folks names! Or I’d put the wrong name to a face.

Now here’s the Oxymoron. As a museum security guard the visitors expect me to know not only where every piece of art is but how to get there. Fortunately after eight and a half years I know where most of the major most popular most asked for artworks are located and since I’ve been posted in every section of the museum I can tell you how to best access them. No I do not know where every last piece of art the museum owns is located. That would be impossible as much of it is in storage and the paintings are rotated. Security Guards are not human computers.

I seem to have an affinity for paintings.  The first wing I was assigned to was 19th Century Art. At that time I was so bored I memorized not only where every painting was located but the artist and genre, Impressionism, Realism, Post Impressionists, British Romanticism (The Pre-Raphaelites) etc….

Security guards have no say so in where we are posted so I’ve been in the Modern Art wing, the American Wing, African Art, Asian Art, European Sculpture and Decorative Arts.  After listening to the docents give tours I can pretty much give you good background and/or history of artworks located in those sections.  I’m not an expert by far.

The Experts in the Museum are the Curators and the Conservation staff.  Also I’m an English Major not an Art History Major. All I have is on the job knowledge supplemented by reading books and watching videos on art.

Now I’ve also been posted in the Egyptian and Greek sections. Please do not ask me about this art for I will surely draw a Blank. If you are a student Google is your Friend and/or the Museum website/Libraries.  Or better yet Go to the Information Desk because all you’ll get from me is a Blank Look. I don’t spend enough time in these galleries to gain knowledge nor do I wish to do so. I prefer paintings and some sculptures.

When I was a girl my Dad used to say I practiced “Selective Hearing.”  I never seemed to hear him when he was calling me. Especially if he had some task or errand for me to perform. “Deborah! Don’t you hear me?!! Turn down that radio/TV!! Pay attention!!

My Dad did not like to raise his voice and when he did so I knew my ass was grass and I was up shit creek with no oars. In other words I was in serious trouble.  So maybe it’s the same thing with People’s Names and Artworks.  My Middle-Age Senior Brain is practicing Selective Memory!!  LOL!!

 

All art graphics are from Google unless otherwise stated.

Fade to Dark


 

It’s Midnight……..  The time is now. Let us begin.

WAR- SLIPPIN INTO DARKNESS

 

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Lake

From Obscurity to Ubiquity All was beautiful within the subatomic particles. The new fugue will taste very very quiet when there near the top dissociative phenomena Pulsar.  There is a hurricane within our Atoms.  Doppelgangers are flung everywhere.  Why you gotta be so Rouged? Don’t you know that silent decibels still go hopping along?  She came out at the Debutante’s Ball much to the consternation of the high flatulent guests.  BLT ~~ Black Tie Lingerie.

Lunatic started coming out of the baby vomit green-gold vapors just minutes after sunset. Large creeping rolling along mountain range catacombs.

Moon sank in the thick hazes and left me in the dark. The War is a Ghetto….And the beat goes on……….

The World Is A Ghetto by War

 

 

 

Lacey silhouettes against dying sunset, Stolen Voices.  Tubers made in a devotee liberty flair.  She was a darkish grainy vinaigrette set against the night sky. Her body and mood seemed enveloped in sepia monotones. Grainy images gave her a tenuous hold on the world of corporeal bodies. Enchanted worlds bobbed up against her flimsy flesh.  Whether in the body or out who knows? Daughter Zion once a captive now free to roam the land. Protector and Priestess.  Calliope and Cassandra return to Alexandria, a continent secure once more. Gauzy membrane in need of repair.

Somebody breathe the reluctant dragon…the dragoon of unicorns and fairies who light the Night skies.  gAs on the bEACH. gAs on the sHORE.  wASTED  dreams once again ignited.. Leprechauns march over untested territory.  Garuda Zinnia dances gyrating lost peoples ambrosia. Cobalt electric glide until Hart Island gives up it’s inhabitants.

The Jimi Hendrix Experience – All Along The Watchtower (Official Audio)

Come Drink from the Hydro-thermal Cauldrons of Death!  The calendar hung limited upon the wall gathering reflections from 1983.  Graveyard plots morphing into drainage ditches carrying bones meant for estuaries. A Spite house wedged between luxury condos. The facade lined with a series of gargoyles faces each blinking out a sinister Morse code refrain.

I am a Mermaid Lost in Translation. OUrrrr Bodies emit from waterrrryyy graves. Up thru trap doors suited up shiny bright sideways with red bejeweled bowels leaking excrement slippers across the ocean floor.

Moonrise stars reflecting floating bloated corpses. Dolphin pallbearers carrying razor  wire inter lost dead. Burying discarded treasures. Lives forgotten populate this poor man’s Necropolis.

FADE TO BLAcQ!!!!!!!!!!

FADE TO DARKNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Amy Winehouse – Back To Black

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Share Your World ~~ 2015 Week #25


SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2015 WEEK #25

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What did you or did not like about the first apartment you ever rented?

I Loved my apartment because it was all mine and I was partial to the smooth shiny wood floors which I slide back and forth on just for fun!  Indoor skating. I also loved the large rooms and proximity to goods, services & amenities.

Romare Bearden with cat
Romare Bearden with cat

What kind of art is your favorite? Why?

Personally my favorite type of art to create are collages. I Love creating collages.  I can’t draw a straight line but I enjoy viewing the Old Masters Paintings like Rembrandt, Vermeer, Hals and Jan Steen. The Dutch Masters are some of my favorites.  I also Love 19th Century Art including the Impressionists, Post Impressionists, Realism, Surrealists, etc…  I also Love African American artists like Kara Walker, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Augusta Savage, Jacob Lawrence, Henry Ossawa Tanner, Faith Ringgold, Horace Pippin, Romare Bearden and Kehinde Wiley.   One of my goals is to visit art museums in England, Italy, France and Spain.  I’m also an amateur photographer.  Sometimes in my imagination I see myself as the next Romare Bearden or Jean-Michel Basquiat.  I created a well received family photo collage for an employee art exhibit a few years ago.  In March I made more collages which I plan to put together hopefully to be displayed in a small exhibit.  I have big dreams.

How many siblings do you have? What’s your birth order?

I only have one sibling my brother Stephen.  http://nyti.ms/1BktTeP   I am the oldest by two years.

Stephen Vincent Palmer ~ QCP Christmas Party 2013
Stephen Vincent Palmer ~ QCP Christmas Party 2013

Complete this sentence:  I’m dreaming of a white …. (and no you can’t use Christmas as your answer)

I’m Dreaming of a White Sandy Beach on a Sun swept Caribbean Island.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am grateful that last weekend I was able to spend time with my brother Stephen seeing Jurassic World movie and going to see the Basquiat Special Exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum.  My brother Stephen has Autism but has a wide variety of interests that include movies, art, sports, theater, etc.. My hope, prayer and goal is to spend more time with Stephen this summer and fall having fun.  https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/exhibitions/basquiat_notebooks/

Tamra Davis (American, b. 1962). Still from A Conversation with Basquiat, 2006. 23 min., 22 sec. © Tamra Davis. Courtesy of the artist. By permission of the Estate of Jean-Michel Basquiat, all rights reserved. Photo: Jonathan Dorado, Brooklyn Museum
Tamra Davis (American, b. 1962). Still from A Conversation with Basquiat, 2006. 23 min., 22 sec. © Tamra Davis. Courtesy of the artist. By permission of the Estate of Jean-Michel Basquiat, all rights reserved. Photo: Jonathan Dorado, Brooklyn Museum

I plan on going back to the Brooklyn Museum Basquiat special exhibit before it ends in August and I hope to take my brother to see the Brooklyn Cyclones (minor league baseball team) sometime this summer.   http://www.brooklyncyclones.com/home/#homegraph_663

Brooklyn Cyclones
Brooklyn Cyclones

The Old Nags Ball


The Old Nags Ball

Pygmalion and Galatea Auguste Rodin  (French, Paris 1840–1917 Meudon)
Pygmalion and Galatea
Auguste Rodin
(French, Paris 1840–1917 Meudon)

While all the Painted Ponies dance across the floor sipping champagne unable to send laughter through Collagen injected lips at small talk chatter jokes. Solid firm perfectly rounded breasts standing at attention and ready to fire B52 Bombs at slow motion cocktail waiters.  Goddess above and rotted corpse below.  Grandma and grand-daughter are now at competing odds.

O! Swing your partner round and round.

The face is tight. The chin is firm. But Oh Lawd Have Mercy the turkey neck swings. Her boobs jut out like missile beams. The Old Nag’s body betrays her incisions. Carefully wrought needlework now all a tangle. Who but Satan would want to wrangle?  The Old Nag’s Body has come undone!

Restylane, Botox, Liquid Face-lift #3 ~ Kabuki masque woman no expression has she!  Doused with fillers until surgery!

Spin that syringe round and round.  Whomever it points to is next to be bound!

Money filled piñatas burst open over raised hands plastic surgeons and diet doctors worldwide. Yammering flesh sculptors fancy themselves modern day Pygmalions smooth talking road map lined youth fetish chasers into believing they will be ivory sleek Galateas.   Focusing on fixing the exterior phony faces while the interior soul rots from within.  Their parties continued unabated until cruel Fate Atropos cuts the thread of life, their final preservative embalming fluid.  The Players got played and are kicked off Life’s fancy stage.

Is Youth the Ultimate Deception?

Will we stand still forever at Ill-fated Gate #27?  Last call for Charon’s Crossing!!  Amy Winehouse, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain all Members of the 27 Club.  Forever frozen in their prime. Forever frozen in time.  Never to join the Council of Elders.

Do we yearn to be like them only gifted with Eternal Life?  Let’s not join that grisly club.  Dermal fillers promise to make us Benjamin Buttons with the ability to leap backwards and time travel to a long gone youth. Fountains of Youth which flowed from springs now dead once beckon us Modern day Crusaders to pay homage to the Altar of Articol, Sculptra | Radiesse.  Plastic surgeons are Merlin Magician High Priests of the Well Preserved. Like Jams & Jellies. Fruits & veggies we are well kept Mason Jars filled with embalming fluids and waxen countenance awaiting Judgement Day.

 

Beautiful Deception

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