MUSEUM SPEAK

MUSEUM SPEAK

I suppose my greatest challenge is translating words from deeds, suggesting that I know what I did and what I am doing now, but just haven’t the words to explain it all.  Will begin by saying  that it is the middle of June, have already been to my fair share of baseball games, and if you were to ask,  I would say; “Yes, I am enjoying my summer.” 

 First week of June and had company from the thoughts.com blogger community;  Tiggers and her husband.  Visitors and a first time experience in an area I am totally comfortable with.  Yankees at the stadium where Seattle Mariner’s  play baseball.  Perfect opening for a visit from a life-long New York Yankees fan, and something I was willing to do.  Host the event and then find other things grandpa and the younger set could mutually enjoy.  So that was the first week of June, and now it’s a week or so later.  Silence on my part and now am back at it.

Back at it, and not sure that is telling enough for the readers, who have been left in the dark, as most of the month has slipped away, and without Stoney Blogging, its not all that revealing,  where the ball drops to earth, and from which orbit.  Did learn a thing or two, being out and about in familiar terrain.  Seems its like eye lashes, if too close to the focal point, we just don’t see what is there.  So it was with me, and I now have a plan to remedy this situation. 

 Comes with the idea we don’t sit still, learn from previous behavior and construct something new or extended to do.  So July and I have a plan.  Turns out if we do what others do, we won’t be left behind.  So I typed on google as if I was a tourist to the Seattle area.  Things To Do.  Free.  Have a thing for freedom and free.  So let me tell you about this and let it be my blog for today.  Hallelujah.  Blog for today:  Museum Speak.

I think this next segment of words goes into The Art Confessions Bin.  Bare Feet as Art, brings me to the point of wearing holes in my shoes.  Making the walk both in the neighborhood and on the internet, I was able to make ends meet.  There it was, but two blocks away, and now because of this:  First Thursday Of The Month  Free Admission to Museum:  I have both new insight and something to do in July.  

 Turns out that the baseball season for the Seattle MLB team, The Mariners, is over.  Sure we have more months to play in an elongated season, goes on and on until October.  But this is not a good team, just average, and not to say I am a performance snob, but it turns out there is competition for my disposable dollar, and free catches my attention.  So July and the First Thursday and will be in line to go to the Seattle Art Museum.   

Bringing me to say once more,  I have this thing for bare feet, and as an art confession will focus on all those exhibits in the museum that display bare feet.  And this could shine new light on many things.  As for me,  I can’t express my delight at knowing, while some go to work, and others live on the internet, for at least one Thursday in July  I will be in the museum staring at works of art and beauty and bare feet.  My mind spins and forms a tapestry that keeps me enchanted, even as I cross the street and brave traffic.

Currently expounding on bare feet and free art, and current plans to venture back to the picture palace.  Museum Speak and need to bone up on the proper things to say and do, while in the museum.  Turns out this is a different take on traditional viewing of the female and male anatomy.  Seems I may be burned out from too much porn on the internet, and photo shop and undressing perfectly normal people, in plain view of the authorities and my family.  Screen time and who is to say how we amuse ourselves.  Selfies everywhere, and causes me to declare; “Work of Art.  How beautiful.” 

 But then I realize all of this needs to be put in perspective.  Find a common view and expression, and is what I am up to now.  Means to me that I need to take a time out.  Go to the museum in July.  Just sit and take in the quiet view of all that is there.

Looking for something special, and will keep going back until I find it.  No time limit.  First Thursday Of The Month, defines the moment and how it expands to include me.  First thoughts have me in a position to act on my impulse.  Will go by myself.  Find bare feet and sit and just be.  Wonder what happens as this event unfolds.  Is a museum a good place to enjoy art, or is there more to this than meets the eye.  Not sure until I put myself in the picture, frame my intentions, and walk a mile in another’s shoes.  And will use the guide line, 

 “If the shoe fits……    “  Won’t let one visit to the museum define me.  Must make all this into the living experience of art, and explore the knooks and crannies of open space.  Will sit and watch.  Not thinking this is a good place to pick up lonely house wives and by them Starbucks coffee.  Rather, I will concentrate on bare feet, and see what happens.  Museum Speak and concentration on bare feet, and in a month or two, will be a work in progress,  this transformation from Internet to real life,  and he thinks: “This will be amazing.”