As I wrote three years ago, tucked away in Amsterdam Oud-Zuid, just south of Museumplein–and at that time just before the Rijksmuseum had reopened; entering Menno Kroon's intoxicating flower shop is an otherworldly experience that instantly transports the senses and soul to another dimension. There again today after nearly three years away (note to self; visit more often), a familiar face greeted me upon arrival, and artfully arranged the flowers that I had requested. While in preparation I idled my time amongst the blooms, vases, candles, and sumptuous scents that filled the shop, and my nose, with a delight that remains with me at this moment. Menno Kroon's shop; a seemingly infinite sensational delight I must more often experience.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Opened within the Hermitage in November of 2015, the exhibition ‘Spanish Masters from the Hermitage’, by way of its advertising, promises much more than it delivers. While its neighbor within the museum, ‘The Portrait Gallery of the Golden Age’ delivers like no other, this exhibition leaves much more to be desired than is currently on display within it. Velasquez, it’s made it seem, should be everywhere amongst its walls' ensemble. Not that he is the only Spanish painter of pertinence; though the exhibition’s posters throughout the city lead one to believe that he, and Francisco Goya, are abound. They are not. Their workshops are. Which results in a lovely ensemble of pantings emanating from Spain, and an emptiness in the soul upon exiting the brilliantly red exhibition space. I've concluded it is a temporary filler of an otherwise temporary space; in no way does it compare to its neighboring exhibition.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
As I grow older, the more wrinkles in my hands appear, each time I look down at my computer. While spending time with my brother this past October, whose hands I realized, look much older than my own, despite his age, told me I thought about things such as wrinkles emerging in my hands, a bit too much. That is very much true. But perhaps what I meant to say to my brother, was that I’ve so far learned that some people age you, while other people draw out the best in you; when their energy combines with your own, fireworks occur. And the best in both emerges–or at least the best of both, or all of a group, is able to emerge. It actually is about human energy, and the transfer of it. Some relationships allows allow us to become that which we which to become, as more fashionable, more desirable, more elusive or charming. More is key. Though what we really want, is to be accepted; to spend time with one’s self is both a way of reflecting, but also protecting while removing one’s self from external energy. As I grow older, I am more aware of what I say, and how I say it, and to whom I say what I say. I am appreciative and polite, and, as I have learned, imposing. But I’m only imposing to those whose own insecurity keeps them from connecting. And because I know that, I’m learning where to invest my time, and where not. Because of seeing my life so clearly for what it is, yet more importantly, what it may possibly one day be, or become, it is also quite rewarding in thought.