5 posts tagged “sculpture”
*the giant zit growing by my eye along the inside of my brow bone, I think I can see it when I look up!
*allergies, even though it gives me a good excuse to carry vintage hankies ion my pockets
*looking around my house at piles of stuff, i need boxes and newspaper to start packing crap up to go
*the pain in my shoulder and neck
Things I love today
*The Sunshine!
*I am going on a bike ride today (picking up a cupcake!)
*got a decent nights sleep
*my kitten churring in the other room
*taxes are done and we don't have to pay anything!
*My laundry is almost half way done
*did I mention the sunshine? It really is Wonderful!
*I love that my love list is always so much easier to make than my dislike list
*vintage hankies in my coat pockets
*I get a new camera for my birthday
*I am meeting a lovely Voxer in person this weekend
*I just feel like smiling and dancing today :-)
I went for a really nice bike ride yesterday on my new bike Clementine. She and I are bonding well, she is a sweet ride! She is an Electra Deluxe Cruiser in Red and White. I will photograph her when I find a good place. Anyway, I was out for a couple of hours. It felt really good, and I almost did not go. I bribed myself, If you go out you can get a cupcake at the cupcake bakery. I did, I got white cake with raspberry filling and a raspberry butter cream. YUM!
So That said here are a few things I found around town.
I don't know if the tears were intentionally placed there, or if our washington weather has made the tear streaked cheeks. He is really beautiful, he seems so sad and thoughtful. So next to the playground he sits.
I don't know when to trust and when not to
I want to trust
but the hand takes so much from me
It takes bits of my heart&soul
teeny little pin holes start to form in me
trust in me, it says
I want to trust
then it begins to take little parts out of my heart
it takes tiny bits of my soul
I am left with more holes
Do they let more light in?
I want to believe
but it tears people apart, loving people
I would love to blindly follow
but cannot, I ask too many questions
they do not have answers
the hand tells me it has the answers
but I have to close my eyes and ears
close my mind and heart
then the answers make sense
the hand closes tightly around me
is it warmth?
is it suffocation?
should I find comfort swaddled in strong fingers?
should I fight?
I just go on living,
not trusting the hands that say they give so much
the more they promise, is the more they lie
they offer a golden life, but they take too much
I layered my clothes as much as I could. It was chilly yesterday. The sun was warm though.
I went to my favorite antique store where they gave me a large scrapbook from 1935 with hundreds of pages filled with newspaper clippings about the Dion Quintuplets. They were an oddity back then, for a woman to have 5 babies, and lived through it as well as the babies. The children were basically taken away from the parents by the Doctor who said they needed constant supervision. He made them a sideshow attraction. People drove from all over to watch them play, eat, sleep, and cry. This is how these girls were raised. Reality TV before TV. I saw a documentary about them and interviews with three of the girls. They talked about how hard it was to be raised by nurses rather than parents. Who by the way never saw a penny from the sideshow racket. They were eventually not allowed to even view the children from the visitors area.
Sad.
She has always been there at the Antique Sandwich Company in Tacoma. It was established in 1973 by a group of hippies wanting an eatery with character. I started coming here as a child.
There she is, the marble statue. I have gazed at her for 30 years. She seemed so strong to me. I know nothing about her, but in my head I know her. Her strength awakened my own strength inside. She showed me how a woman can be strong and beautiful. When I was a child I would touch her feet, so cold and hard, it surprised me at first. I thought she was just going to move at any moment. I swear I saw her breathing once. I stared into the carved eyes, studied the folds in her toga style dress, the bones in her toes, the soft curls of her hair. She is so dirty now, collecting dust. The only white spot on her body is her nipple. Her exposed breast made me nervous as a child, we would dare each other to touch it, Zach did it gladly. We must have been about 10 years old, I can see we were not the only ones.
It felt like with every angle I snapped a photo, her expression changed. She says so much, and nothing at all. She has been my goddess for so long, and now I share her with you. If you know anything about her I would love to know more.
OKAY! I just called and got a teeny bit more info about her. She has a date of 1893, her name carved in her is "Colombo" she is from Italy, Caracas and was made for the Colombia exhibition. They did a bit of research on her and found some photos of some similar statues but not her, a reference to one named "Americas" which makes sense considering her dress.
I told her of a few of my stories about her and she laughed. She has been meaning to take some photos of her and send them to the smithsonian to see if they could give her some more info.
next stop, Google.
