|crushing on my new sandals & all the concrete in this structure|
then we went to tempe and visited the arizona state university art museum. this is a little gem of a museum. i love the scale of the place--not too big or crowded and constructed in an interesting under/above ground design using mostly concrete.
i don't know what my problem is, but i have a hard time spending a long time in one museum. 90 minutes is max for me, an hour leaves me wanting just a little more, but happy to go still. when we lived in nyc, i used to visit the met frequently & in short bursts.
this place you can do thoroughly in an hour.
|birthday cake building|
|miracle stories gallery|
|yasumasa morimura as jodie foster|
another exhibit featrured video monitors and sound recordings of people telling stories of miracles. the videos recorded only the speakers' hands, and you couldn't tell which hands went with which voice, or really distinguish the different speakers unless you chose to wear the headphones dotted around the room to hone in on one of the stories. in one story, a woman told of her husband wrestling a demon in a dream trying to protect her, and the next morning when she woke up, a large tumor that had been on her face for thirteen years had disappeared. another girl told about her dog getting hit by a truck, then coming back to life.
both exhibits were thought provoking in that both had a strong bent towards illuminating the threads that bind, rather than divide, humanity. i guess i'm gettin' all soft in my old age. it was a happy thought upon leaving the gallery that we have more in common than we do differences.
i went to the music building, right next to the gallery, where i studied violin for three years as a teen and used to practice in the practice rooms. the building is nicknamed "the birthday cake" for obvious reasons.
it's also thought provoking to remember your much younger self, right? visits home will make you do this, sometimes painfully. as we're taught to do in yoga, i worked on observing those thoughts about my younger self and trying not to judge her, resent her, harsh on her, or wish she'd been different. i've gotten a little better at that over the years.
how do you feel about your younger self?
looking forward: to my own bed.
inspiration: similarities, not difference
legwear: i kinda have a crush on my new sandals