Inspirations

 So mom and I met at the art gallery yesterday, so I could seek out Elijah Pierce and hopefully my key inspiration, William Hawkins. I was delighted to find some works from the Derby Fund, including a fabulous piece by Otis Kaye, “U.S. Musical Notes” (circa 1940-1944) and a compelling piece showing a yellow bedroom a la Vincent Van Gogh with prostitution and rats and Baby Jesus (artist unknown). We got in a very spirited discussion with some 20-something young males, replete with mom uttering “ejaculation” when she meant “projectile” (or did she?). I find myself wondering who the current director of the Columbus Museum of Art is—I shall have to contact my dear friend Lucy Ackley to find out what serpentine direction the museum is headed to, as I plan on visiting often in the years to come.

Although the museum was very crowded on Sunday, we managed to find a little bit of quasi-privacy when we finally found the Elijah’s—five of them, replete with things like his “eye” and political themes and persecution and spirituality. Alas, I could not spend any time analyzing the pieces, as mom was suddenly taken with fatigue and had to go to Derby Court to sit down. I was concerned, so I joined her and we shared some Altoids and Tic-Tacs. Then we went and had coffee in the cafe and browsed the gift shop. I found the magnets a little disappointing but egads there it was, a William Hawkins coffee mug with “Red Dog Running” on it (almost as prominent as the loud museum logo LOL). So I now have a “Hawkins of my Own” that hopefully will stay in one piece (no taking the hammer to that one!).

It’s cold today and gray but I got plenty of sleep and I feel well. I’ll be roasting a buttermilk chicken tonight, serving with mashed potatoes and green beans. Legs is demanding his walk this morning, so I need to bundle up and face the elements once again…it’s getting tricky navigating these alleys in search of my treasures—much like the art museum yesterday, I like to make my own way, not feel “guided” so much, rather, throw in some surprises!

I do feel comfortable in Columbus, and today I am definitely liking my shabby abode with my view here of the No Parking sign on the telephone pole and neighbor’s garage and other neighbor’s wood shed. Let’s also not forget Phil Kientz’s father’s house that someone will inevitably try to rook him out of at some ridiculously under-priced cost. Sit tight Phil! You have a jewel box—not to mention that black Firebird you have stored in the garage! 

OK, up I go to get dressed for the day. It’s just another Monday, here in my corner of the world, and I’m seeing possibilities. Ready, Set, Go!