for a mom who’s name escapes me
fiction friday – scowl
Cuetzpalli was not what you would call a happy person on a good day. Today, he was downright pissed at the world in general and at Tlazhotzin in particular. The girl had defied his wishes yet again. After he had specifically ordered her to stay away from that boy, he catches the two of them together.
“But, oh Daddy, I love him! He’s dreamy.”
Being a king didn’t help at home. He would punish the child severely, but his wife, Coaxoch would hear nothing of it. He’d like to personally tear the boy’s heart from his chest and place it on the alter on the next solstice, but that would not go over well at home.
What is a king to do? What is a father to do?
Daughters!
brother
living with masterpieces
When I saw this scene in our little local art museum, I was dumb struck.
I've been fascinated with the 1,400+ pieces of art discovered in a German apartment, many of which could have been stolen by the Nazis during the war. I am obsessed with the story and have been following it for months. It's not that some old German guy might have stolen art, it's not even the huge numbers involved or the calibre of the artists that has captured my imagination. What keeps me engrossed in the story is the thought of living with so many masterpieces in your own home.
How do you view that art? After a while do you just walk by it as though it was nothing? After all, it's been hanging on your wall for years. Do you find yourself stopping and staring at your favorite pieces? Do you even need a TV or can you just pull your couch around so that it faces some particularly wondrous masterpiece?
How do you live with all of that incredible art?
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-26133532
federico and tomás
I needed a fox and a tortoise for a work project and created these two.
My Spanish speaking coordinator has dubbed them Federico and Tomás. I'll bet these two are going to show up in some crazy adventures together.
blue glass abstract
jim and rembrant have a moment
living as art
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I wonder what your life would be like if you were a living, breathing, walking piece of art. Certainly you would need to be a brave soul and immune to the comments, stares, and opinions of others. You would have to walk your own path in life.
Would it be a lonely life or a life rich and rewarding? Something for me to think about. I don’t believe that I have this king of courage.
it’s a trunk thing
I was on the way to shoot some butterflies when I spotted this trunk on a bonsai tree at the Franklin Park Conservatory located in Columbus, Ohio. I really like the intertwined look and the texture. You never know what you will see.
Have a great Friday tomorrow.
Tim
is it the artwork?
Perhaps the great attraction centers on the artwork displayed inside of the gallery? Did I mention that the storefront was actually a gallery? It is a gallery.
However, I suspect that the true source of this weekend's excitment might have something to do with the zills in this young belly dancer's hands.
tim mcmurdo 