“It seems to me that the years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.”—Helen Mirren In the Frame: My Life in Words and Pictures (via cavum)
Benjamin Franklin spent his mornings naked. Patricia Highsmith ate only bacon and eggs. The path to greatness is paved with a thousand tiny rituals (and a fair bit of substance abuse) â but six key rules emerge, says Oliver Burkeman
The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else’s lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more is you lookin’ for?
Under the sea
Under the sea
Darling it’s better
Down where it’s wetter
Take it from me
The Little Mermaid -
Being unemployed is making me into a ukulele playing machine!!
Museum bans on picture-taking are practically unenforceable and are obsolete.
This is what I have been ranting about but here my points are proven to be old-fashioned. I understand and now more actively considering that social media and constant photography in the museum increases cultural awareness and visual literacy. Perhaps the camera does provide a lens that optimizes “seeing” rather then impeding our view. But for now, I continue to think about how “Walter Benjamin warned that cameras were instruments of distraction that impeded concentration and robbed art of its “aura.”—-
I’ve been hearing that there are some yucky chemicals in toothpaste, and as I’m switching more and more of my beauty regimen to natural products (homemade when I can), so I’ve been very curious about homemade natural toothpaste for a while.
Thanks to this lady, I’m switching to more natural products too! :D I love coconut oil and here is yet another way to integrated into my life. We’ll have to see if I’m brave enough for natural toothpaste. So far, I’m finishing lotions up and instead of buying more I only use coconut oil.
I’ve been noticing that my hair is drying out and it’s not growing so I don’t want to use shampoo anymore. I want something more natural~ I got a shampoo soap bar “JR Liggett’s Shampoo” from New Hampshire. I was looking for Sappo HIll bars but maybe because they’re from Oregon I can’t find them her :/ For now, I’ll just slowly move away from shampoo products.
Last Friday, I was embarrassingly excited to visit MoMA, even for me. The final welcome I needed to NYC was a museum visit. I have never been but I knew a great deal about it, the works, the shop, and the extraordinary exhibits that immortalize this place. Unfortunately here lies my dilemma: it is a price-y admission cost and the free Friday nights are but too convenient. It is on this day that weekly tourists and locals, flock into the museum only to walk through and pass like water through the corridors ignoring the walls. In the process, they take flash photography, take over the benches, push and shove their way to the gift shop.
At first I thought that the summer fever for tourism was still happening but this is NYC there is no stopping anything ever. There are in fact hundreds of people that pay tribute to the MoMA because it is a “thing to do” and on vacation that is what you are suppose to do and as local it is a thing you just do.
Oh what’s that I kinda-but-not-really-see, a Van Gogh, right on man! …
I made it to the top of the museum after navigating through sardines hoping that I would slowly make my way down. My plan just wasn’t going to work. People were gathered around the masterpieces of the 20th century. Which on one hand sounds like a rather lovely time for culture, art, and inspiration but on the other — each person spent seconds there, took a picture, and moved on. There wasn’t the time, the patience, nor the respect for these works.
My cynical senses say: If you want a photo, there are plenty online. If you don’t care for it, go somewhere else. If you don’t understand it, lets have a chat.
For a while I was more interested in people watching than in the art. I am also yet to come up with a solution to this problem.
Yes, I see it as a problem because I truly believe that art is meant to be enjoyed. The problems are there: lack of education for the public, intimidating and elitist art institutions, and a human loss of patience and perspective.
There have been so many suggestions and so many museum solutions, from interactive digital displays to personal and engaging programming. Perhaps the problem lies within our education system where the arts are the first to be cut and therefore seen as unnecessary. Perhaps, we need to think outside the box here.
For free nights at the museum what can we implement, massive crowd control, prohibiting photography, pushing people to actually engage… how can we do that??? Especially without resentment…
I don’t feel the need to explain the significance of Harry Potter, because I think that many of you can relate. I can recall when and where I was when I first started reading. Harry Potter y el Prisionero de Askaban. Yes, I read them out of order but then re-read them again. I was lucky to get all the books and actually wasn’t able to get the Deadly Hollows, but then my lovely neighbor, Gail, surprised me with a copy the morning of the release. I wasn’t going to miss seeing iconic places from the books whilst in the UK. Of course, the UK has really branded Harry as a top attraction but I got sucked up into it anyway. Here I am on Platform 9 ¾, at King’s Cross! What’s more, in Edinburgh, this awesome dude gave us a tour of the places that inspired character names and JK Rowling’s favorite for-writing-cafes. If you ever get a chance do the PotterTrail Tour.
As it turns out, Edinburgh is the roots of the witch hunting frenzy that dominated Europe. It was at the most feared graveyard, Greyfriars Kirkyard graveyard, which Rowling would often go out on walks. It’s quiet and away from the bustling city and full of stories of a time when grave diggers, witches, and ghosts were feared. Here we were directed towards the grave that inspired the name for Prof. McGonagall and He-who-must-not-be-named. I feel the need to mention that any dignity that I had left was gone by the point I posed for this picture. The tour guide passed out “wands” and I he complimented my firm swish and flick technique.
Other aspects of the tour included a mention of Rowling’s time at the Uni of Edinburgh, her presence in the city, and induction to their walk of fame. Finally, we visited the famous café The Elephant, where she partly wrote the books. The original one that is the birthplace of the books is now a restaurant but there is a little plaque that mentions it. The tour was overall just lots of fun and it felt so inspiring to learn more about the amazing woman that wrote the books that I once took refuge in.
There are still so many little things to talk about! The highlights were Hyde Park, British Museum, National Gallery, National Portrait Gallery, Whitehall Palace. Also as a treat we did a Rock n’ Roll tour and two shows: Spamelot! and Rock of Ages!
Hyde Park is the central park of London, it was once the Royal hunting grounds for Henry VIII but today it’s open to the public except for Kensigton Palace where Will, Kate, and baby George reside. I had a mission here, and no… it was not to have tea and intense art historical discussion with Will and Kate. It was from six-year-old me.
Ever since I was a little girl and the realization of the fact that I would one day “grow up” struck me, I was infatuated by the story of Peter Pan and fairies. The only things I had known about Hyde Park was that it was in London and that hidden somewhere was the sculpture of Peter Pan. We were running late and had to run through the park but I saw it! The base is a swirl of fairies, bunnies, flowers, and on top was Peter Pan.
I always have very particular points of interest while traveling. In London, there were three: Peter Pan, Peter Paul Rubens, and Ann. Now on to Peter Paul, a scholar and master painter of his time! His history paintings and portraits are renowned for their brush work, lush figures, and scale. He was a traveled man of his time, born in the Netherlands and traveled to Italy, Spain, and settled in London as a court painter. At the National Gallery, I admired their classical collection but the main gallery was filled with Rubens. Giant and overwhelming figures… he loved women and you can see if how much he studied the figure and their personalities through each painting. His most important work is here and all I could do was stare. I’m pretty sure that my mouth was wide open. The Judgment of Paris and a personal favorite… Samson and Delilah right before my eyes. Oh! I am not worthy of so much love!
The National Portrait Gallery didn’t disappoint either; can you believe I was thinking I would give it a miss? The famous-history-book-portraits of every English monarch there! The gallery was quite empty and I enjoyed going through it a lot more than the National Gallery. There is just something terribly nice about not having to push your way through to look!! But more on my impatience for camera-tourists later… you know who you are!
From the Tudors to lovely Queen Victoria! I saw the real Ann Boleyn portrait, the one that you see everywhere with a golden veil and her pearl “B” necklace. Portraits of the astute Henry and his other wives were also lovely but their story and drama added so much character to each portrait. Another reason why I enjoy empty galleries is that I can comment and think out loud… or sing “I’m Henry the eight, I am, Henry the eight I am…” I walked through pretty quickly and just when I thought I was done, Mary Shelly caught my eye. I recognized her portrait and then Lord Byron’s and William Turner then… Jane. Ah my dearest Jane Austen! The only close to life portrait of her was a sketch done by her sister Cassandra. So small and lovely, I actually had to sit down at that moment and just took it all in. That’s what I enjoy most about traveling and exploring. There are moments, at least for me, when something takes my breath away. When it comes to art an art museum is somewhere where your job is to look which is perhaps why I am so annoyed with camera-tourists. I have nothing against cameras, I love taking photographs but while I travel I am too preoccupied to worry. I see people take photos of every display and painting they see. I understand if you want a quality photo for work but from what I see it’s so that they don’t forget. Well, the photo won’t give you the same experience. It’s just a humble opinion. (Which is why I don’t have photos of actual paintings.) Although, now I must admit to the few photos that I did take :p
At the British Museum, I was so excited that Simon volunteered to take photos! You can see that I quickly adjusted to the idea. The Parthenon Pediment was so exciting to see and the Aztec mosaic skull was also a favorite. Most of all, the Assyrian lyre IS the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, which means it might appear in sketches later.