Rather than writing some sentimental drivel about yesterday and today, which were anniversaries of no importance to anybody but myself and Other Half, I will touch upon some seriousness and/or humor that entertained (rather than educated) me this weekend.
I found myself at the Rubin Museum of Art, which is dedicated to the art of the Himalayas and such regions. Now, you will know from my blogs that not once have I touched upon that world, and surely I would not had it not been Museum Day, where admission is free. Well, I thought, why not go take a look see and peek at what is hidden inside- as I have passed it ever so many times when looking at the two thrift stores on that very street.
What struck me upon mid-entrance was the ground level space, a bit "oriental" in design, but not in an unpleasing manner. The smells wafting through air (as there is a cafe/restaurant on the floor) were of scents that were on the tip of my tongue (not literally, though) and also of imagined places.
Making my way through the collection, I have to say that with brand new eyes that have almost no experience of looking through the kind of things collected, that there was a great assortment of things to look through. But, as to whether I am sympathetic to the beliefs depicted so vividly, well- let me just show some of the images that sparked my curiosity.
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| A warning, perhaps, of things to come. |
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| Truly hellish. |
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| the center of the cycle of life. |
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| That's got to hurt. |
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| Note the fellows holding giant candy corns on top of their head. |
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| Reminds me of the Shogun Warrior "Raideen" that I wish I still had. |
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