So, … Now I Can Talk About It

Lulu Belle and I had the most super Saturday.  We went to the McNay Art Museum.  Nirvana in our own backyard.  I hope all you San Antonians know how truly blessed we are to live in such a wonderful city.

I didn’t think they could surpass Chuck Ramirez’s All This and Heaven Too with Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas but Lord YES! they did.

Immersed, Fragments of a Dream and Dario Robleto Ancient Beacons Long for Notice *link is to the museum website.

I started out taking pictures but I stopped.  I stopped because I wanted to be in the moment.  I know my memory is not what it once was but I didn’t care.  I could take in the scene and feel the emotions and for that perfect moment I was not thinking about the past or what lies beyond but the now.  An exact moment.  With my Lulu Belle.  Surrounded by beauty.

And don’t you know it, I couldn’t help myself.  I started crying.  Right there in the McNay.  Sitting in theater seats watching the sunset in 1968 San Antonio.  In the shadow of what would be the Hemisphere Tower.  Happy tears y’all.  Big gasp for air, pit of my stomach, unfiltered joyful tears.

Even more moving was Dario.  Ancient Beacons Long For Notice was good but it didn’t speak to me in the same way as First Time, The Heart, A Portrait of Life 1854-1913.  When you think that it was way back in the mid 1800s when man first attempted to record and image the human heart, that has to inspire you.  The curiosity and thirst for knowledge of our ancestors.  And what Dario did to bring those images to life along with poet Adrian Matejka who wrote the words. Oh my how the simple captions brought the installation to life!

Okay, so I cried again.  I’m a sappy emotional sucker y’all.  I drank it all in.  My heart was full.

Here is a gallery.  Much smaller than my normal.  But as I mentioned, I stopped taking pictures.  Just means I will have to go back again.

As always, more to come.

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