“If before the Last Judgement we are dazzled by splendour and fear,admiring, on the one hand, the glorified bodies and on the other those subjected to eternal damnation, we also understand that the entire vision is deeply permeated by one light and one artistic logic: the light and logic of the faith that the Church proclaims by confessing: I believe in one God … creator of heaven and earth, of all things visible and invisible.” (from the Homily pronounced by the Holy Father John Paul II on 8 April 1994).
That’s an amazing tool. Michelangelo was, and is, phenomenal. I’ve seen frescos in Italy that I felt were miraculous, but I’ve yet to see Rome.
My apotheosis (small “a”) of art is in NYC right now, but I’ll be damned if I’m going there anytime soon. Actually, I’m lying. I will go if my painting gets accepted to exhibit in Manhattan, and if the Covid Funnies are at zero-level. No masks, no vax advertisements, no nothing. If all of those stars align, I will try to go in September, just in time to see this exhibit.
VanderleunJune 27, 2022, 6:37 PM
Lovely and I pray it is accepted.
I once spent an afternoon at the Matisse Chapel in Vance.
Tom HylandJune 28, 2022, 6:36 AM
Casey, the link you provided doesn’t function. I am satisfied I visited Europe several times and so many great museums and cathedrals. My last airplane ride was in June 2007. I used to fly all over the planet but when they pulled out the blue rubber gloves and began the crotch-grabbin’ I declined to participate. New York is so amazing for MOMA and the Met and all the local galleries. I also enjoy McSorley’s pub which is a curiosity shop in its own right. It’s been about 4 years since last I was there. Having been conceived in NYC and living across the Hudson until age 10 I still have many friends in the area. Autumn in the east is a cathedral unto itself.
Tom HylandJune 28, 2022, 6:48 AM
Okay! The link opened. Matisse exhibit at MOMA. Gets me anxious. Might just take the pickup… sleeps one very comfortably. When I’m driving the blue highways of America I’ll pull in line with the cars to be repaired at any local auto shop. So I’m totally inconspicuous. Just another vehicle at Joe’s Auto Repair. The cops don’t even look and I’m usually up and out of there before Joe shows up. I hate motels. A marine shower at a gas station works very well for me.
ghostsniperJune 28, 2022, 7:12 AM
Put a topper on the back of that rig and you can live like a king!
Tom HylandJune 28, 2022, 7:37 AM
Yeah, that’s what I got. A sleek-to-fit Leer topper on a 1991 Toyota X-cab 6 cylinder. Shoved inside with sofa cushions, sleeping bag, flashlight and a plastic flip-top piss canister w/handle so I don’t have to get up in the middle of the night. So nice. So cheap. So everyone leave me dafuk alone. These people who pull into a Walmart parking lot are just asking for trouble.
Casey KlahnJune 28, 2022, 12:33 PM
What’s more nightmarish than the airport gauntlet? A cross country road trip with gasoline at all time highs. I’d get stuck in Southern Missouri at Motel6, and eating creamer and sugar packets.
Tom HylandJune 28, 2022, 10:59 AM
The first time I visited the Sistine Chapel was summer of 1983. Scaffolding was up and restorers had cleaned maybe 1/8th of the surface. The difference was like night from day. I remember people world wide screaming they were ruining Michelangelo’s masterpiece. Yeah… if you really enjoyed viewing this colorful colossus through a brownish amber haze… then whatever. It was amazing what they did.
ThisIsNotNutellaJune 28, 2022, 4:16 PM
At least there’s one fellow in there with Skin in the Game.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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That’s an amazing tool. Michelangelo was, and is, phenomenal. I’ve seen frescos in Italy that I felt were miraculous, but I’ve yet to see Rome.
My apotheosis (small “a”) of art is in NYC right now, but I’ll be damned if I’m going there anytime soon. Actually, I’m lying. I will go if my painting gets accepted to exhibit in Manhattan, and if the Covid Funnies are at zero-level. No masks, no vax advertisements, no nothing. If all of those stars align, I will try to go in September, just in time to see this exhibit.
Lovely and I pray it is accepted.
I once spent an afternoon at the Matisse Chapel in Vance.
Casey, the link you provided doesn’t function. I am satisfied I visited Europe several times and so many great museums and cathedrals. My last airplane ride was in June 2007. I used to fly all over the planet but when they pulled out the blue rubber gloves and began the crotch-grabbin’ I declined to participate. New York is so amazing for MOMA and the Met and all the local galleries. I also enjoy McSorley’s pub which is a curiosity shop in its own right. It’s been about 4 years since last I was there. Having been conceived in NYC and living across the Hudson until age 10 I still have many friends in the area. Autumn in the east is a cathedral unto itself.
Okay! The link opened. Matisse exhibit at MOMA. Gets me anxious. Might just take the pickup… sleeps one very comfortably. When I’m driving the blue highways of America I’ll pull in line with the cars to be repaired at any local auto shop. So I’m totally inconspicuous. Just another vehicle at Joe’s Auto Repair. The cops don’t even look and I’m usually up and out of there before Joe shows up. I hate motels. A marine shower at a gas station works very well for me.
Put a topper on the back of that rig and you can live like a king!
Yeah, that’s what I got. A sleek-to-fit Leer topper on a 1991 Toyota X-cab 6 cylinder. Shoved inside with sofa cushions, sleeping bag, flashlight and a plastic flip-top piss canister w/handle so I don’t have to get up in the middle of the night. So nice. So cheap. So everyone leave me dafuk alone. These people who pull into a Walmart parking lot are just asking for trouble.
What’s more nightmarish than the airport gauntlet? A cross country road trip with gasoline at all time highs. I’d get stuck in Southern Missouri at Motel6, and eating creamer and sugar packets.
The first time I visited the Sistine Chapel was summer of 1983. Scaffolding was up and restorers had cleaned maybe 1/8th of the surface. The difference was like night from day. I remember people world wide screaming they were ruining Michelangelo’s masterpiece. Yeah… if you really enjoyed viewing this colorful colossus through a brownish amber haze… then whatever. It was amazing what they did.
At least there’s one fellow in there with Skin in the Game.