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Showing posts with label Rodin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rodin. Show all posts

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Auguste Rodin sculptures

I love Rodin sculptures. 
I love Rodin because when I lived in Los Angeles in 1979/1980, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art's Rodin sculpture garden was my sanctuary. I was more than a thousand miles from home. I didn't know anyone. I was very young. I was from a small town. I felt stranded, physically and emotionally (we are not going to go there), in a big city. The sculpture garden got me through.


I took refuge in the garden. 
It was where I found peace.



 I would walk among the sculptures and feel like I was surrounded by people.
Those sculptures were so lifelike.
I would walk up to them just to assure myself that they were bronze.



 The line of muscle.


The expression on faces.
The sense of movement. 


The emotion that each piece invoked.
I loved it all. 


I felt alive.
I felt inspired.



I felt like I belonged.
Belonged in that one place in that huge city.
As you can see, this time out of time spent with these lovely, emotional and sometimes disturbing pieces had and still have a profound effect on me. 


Every chance I get to be among his work I take it.
It may be silly but it feels very spiritual to me.


Okay, I promised that I had posted the last of the Philadelphia photographs but I just had to share these. And, since it is Sunday very few people will see them. So I can totally cheat.
The white sculptures are the casts. The dark ones are the finished bronzes. 

Love,
M

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Quirky travel or where I, once again, prove what a weirdo I am


I never thought I'd say this but I'm beginning to hate to travel. Probably, because living out of a suitcase sucks, flying is a cattle car nightmare, and I'm never at these places for fun and relaxation. It's always...work, work, work.

So I've developed a few quirks. Nothing too outrageous. Just a few things that get me to the end of the trip without a major meltdown. Trust me, it is really bad form to meltdown in the lobby of a 4 star hotel. It freaks the front desk people out, not to mention the other quests.

Let me give you a quick list of my travel quirks.

Expensive room without free WiFi but with a comfy bed. Still doesn't make up for the lack of internet.
 
Quirk #1: The Train
 Usually, I pack as light as possible and take public transportation to the hotel. For some reason I love trains so anytime I can get on one I do. This does mean that I'm that annoying person on the commuter train with all the luggage. (Sorry, citizens of whatever city I'm in but you'll just have to get over it. I need my train fix and an not willing to wait until my luggage is safely stored at the hotel.) Unfortunately, this little quirk of mine makes it so I'm thoroughly tired of lugging my baggage through terminals, stations, and across busy streets by the time I hit the hotel. I check into my hotel as soon as humanly possible. If my room is not ready I drop my bags with the Bell Captain just to get rid of them.

The Terminal Market. Yummy food belongs here

Quirk #2: The Visitor Center
Before I leave my house I have already mapped the quickest route from the hotel to the visitor's center. Awww...visitor centers. How I love them. Whether driving, flying, biking or walking I have a nose for visitor centers. JR and I love to take road trips and as we pass from one state into the next I make him stop at the first visitor's center along the route. If we are going through 5 different states then we stop at five different visitor centers, at the least. You know that most towns and cities have them also. We have to stop at those. It's imperative. My theory on this is where else are you going to find the crazy corn museum, biggest ball of yarn, car show, or the best place to dine. Usually, the helpful desk people know ALL the best places. JR's theory is that it is always best to distract me while we pass the exit.

Independence Hall. Where all the important stuff having to do with the United States becoming the United States happened.


 
Quirk #3: The Concierge
Never underestimate the power of these people. 
Want to rent a car? Concierge
Want to eat at an exclusive restaurant that has been booked out for a year? Concierge
Want to see a sold out show? Yep, Concierge
You will have to tip them pretty generously if you want something a little more difficult to get than a good restaurant within walking distance but it is well worth it.
The Liberty Bell. It means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Interesting history belongs to this object.


Quirk #4: The File Folder
I am an absolute nut about file folders. Every trip has a file folder with every piece of paper that I might ever want or need for the trip in it. After I have checked the weather, the traffic, the visitor's center, the airlines, the train/bus/shuttle schedule and the hotel's websites. I will print off all the pertinent information to put into the trip's designated file folder. Not only does this plethora of paper go into the vaulted file folder but it needs to go into the folder in the same order as the events of the trip will run. Airline confirmation; boarding pass; work related reading material for the plane; directions for where the ground transportation is located, costs, and times; hotel reservations, etc it all goes in order.  Can you say anal retentive? I have killed many a tree with this obsession.
Steeple of Christ Church. This is the church that the founding fathers usually hung out in. The pews in this church has seen and supported some of the most famous butts ever. George Washington sat his tushy on these pews.

Quirk #5: The Shoes
The Shoe bomber guy ruined many a pair of socks I can tell you. Plus, made going through security that much more painful. There is nothing worse than being THAT traveler. The one that is wearing a pair of lace up sneakers that are double knotted. Who stands there fighting with their shoes in order to fulfill the stupid TSA regulations. So I have a specific pair of shoes. They slip on easily with socks (a must have since airlines think that if they are squeezing us in like sardines then they have to keep the temperature in the cabin just above freezing), are weather proof but still light weight. And, not bad to look at.


The Thinker outside the Rodin museum. Rodin is one of my all time favorite sculptors.
Quirk #6 The tourist
Every time I take a trip I try to add a half day or so to the length of the trip to play tourist. If I have to get up at the crack of dawn to get to the airport to make a flight at 6am that will get me into wherever I'm going before noon I'll do it. That extra half day usually gives me enough time to grab a tour bus or boat trip. I find that these prepackaged trips pack in a lot of the sites of the city in a short amount of time. If I have more time I will see more of the city sites on a more one on one basis but the prepackaged trips give me a great overall view. They also help me to make informed decisions about what I really might want to see. I've taken boat trips in Chicago, train trips in Durango, and a trolley trip in Philadelphia. All of them have been great fun.

The Old Woman by Rodin. Hey! He's never seen me naked.

These are some of my major quirks when it comes to traveling. I don't even want to start on my home quirks. They are legendary. 
Have you got any travel quirks? 
Or any that you'll admit to?

As always,
According to the artist the "O" is crooked because love is never perfect. I can dig that.


M