Some Words On Hotel Art

 Well hello dear reader(s), I come to you after a very restful sleep here at the AC Marriott Hotel in Dublin. My, what an interesting day I had yesterday, replete with the surprise appearance of Tiya the spiritual masseuse who brought wonder to me as she worked over my body with her masterful hands! As we discussed the importance of having God in my life, I did have to endure some pleasure/pain in my neck area, which was a mess of tight muscles that needed working out and Tiya delivered! She told me she was making a spiritual (or was it divine?) call on me yesterday, and I so, so appreciated and needed it.

I told Tiya that I very much wanted to go to a black church here in town to hear gospel music and meet some members of the congregation. I have been drawn to black churches for a very long time, for reasons maybe going back to housekeeper Lucy from my childhood. I spoke to mom last night about it and she is eager to join me—plus get her own massage experience from Tiya, who fortunately makes house calls. 

I explained to Tiya a little bit about my “quilted” seeing eye piece with black figurines and she very much wants to see a picture of it, perhaps display it in her spa, and maybe sell it for me! She also encouraged me to do more artworks about this Spiritual Awakening I had, and what I saw, though did offer up the caution that some have these type of awakenings and never come back—I’m thinking of my ancestor preacher Jonathan Edwards and what happened to him. Got booted out of Northampton, that’s what. Hee, hee.

So the photo accompanying today’s entry is of a piece of “art” on the wall next to my hotel bed. I think it looks like a morphed iPhone showing the way to an Open Door at the end of it. I know roommate Kristin probably hasn’t even noticed the picture, but hey, there’s still plenty of time to get her to the Columbus Museum of Art some weekend. I’m down to my last piece of nicotine gum, and the picture kinda captures the nervousness I’m beginning to feel about trying to get through this morning without my security blanket. I see the Open Door is there for escape—maybe the waiting box of gum at home, with Michael and the hounds? 

Yes, I’m ready to go home, how to nudge everyone along? Alas, must be patient. Again. It seems everyone is coming to Ohio…groundwork for the 2024 election? Definitely. I must stay put, as always, trying to steer clear of the land mines and just find my way to Tiya’s massage studio in Arlington. Or the one in Reynoldsburg. I’ve got options. Thank God.