Art.

So subjective.

This weekend, I vicariously experienced 

Art Basel through the eyes of one of 

Kaelin’s more colorful friends.

My tiny mind was totally blown

apart by the incredibly out there 

Installations created with “art”

As their mutual

Muse.

From the paint-on-canvas

Through performance arts

I can not even inagine

Let alone comprehend,

Heaven forbid interpret ...

So here is my homage to a

Master of multiple genres of

Pure art.

This picture was 3d, 

One view, close lipped.

The other, a very deep

throat,  mouthed 

& SCREAMING.

Sunday Under the Oaks

Ahhhrizona sunrise.

How magnificent.

A Saguaro takes 45 years to grow 

a new limb.

I am so at peace in desert settings.

At least during the day 

With good shoes, hat & water.

As we sprung forward in time

While sleeping

I woke up, oddly refreshed as if I 

Never got used to falling back

Great morning to go to annual

Under the Oaks art show

Nice & eaely

While natives are still in prayer

In chuch

I worshiped at altar of creativity

And self expression.

Continuing to observe this years owl brood.

Not 100% sure if original 

Or second generation

Taking up breeding residence.

Always magic

All over again

And then I found this.

That wld be me exercising visualization

With Vic.

Vic's target on top.

Not bad for a Jewish girl

First time with that firearm.

Zen and the art of target shooting.

The viel is lifting. Whoot!

Look hoo's back

And so am I

Only now I return

As a bone fide, ordained minister

I'm now Sista Minista

Lordy, lordy

Who knows where this blog will go now

A sleeper awakens

My personal neuroscientific challenge

Have decided to perform an experiment on myself.

Having watched a fabulous program onBBC Four in the UK called "The Joy of Mozart", I have decided to listen to all of the Man's work according to the K-listing, from 1-636.

I am definitely one of,those peoples ho feel that Mozart was touched by G-d.  His music touches in a literal, visceral way that I cannot explain.

So let's see what happens when I expose myself to a daily dose of Mozart for the next period of time.

I'll keep notes if I start levitating or the like.

Come fly with me.

I made it home!  No kidding.  I was going to get back no matter what.  Snow?  I would hose the wings myself.

No bad weather.  No cold.  No headache was going to prevent me from getting on board VS005
seat 21k, (love the "k" seating) from LHR to the MIA.

I took full opportunity of my three suitcase advantage and just stuffed, threw or rolled assorted things around all the cases making them individually lighter!!!  Ooh & aah!

Bliss to be picked up on time by Daniel, with whom I immediately proceeded to get into an argument.  Yep, we , no HE missed the I95 exit and we were headed straight downtown Miami.
We were about to encounter hell trying to double back.  Not to mention the HOV lane which was bollarded off all the way until turnpike exit ...

After a couple of low blows hurled my way, to wit "There you go, Lili!" Daniel wld mercilessly, no fair, under the belt assault.  

But I didn't really care because I was on my way home!!!

Cue Pharell's "Happy"

"Pano" shot of view from my chair in Virgin lounge.

Many drinkers.  So wasted on me!  I am Ms Pots an Pots of Tea!

Ok.  It was tea time & head trip time.  Yes, clotted cream & Russell Brand simultaneously.

Wheels down. I is home!  USA!  USA!  

Best fucking place except perhaps gobs of money & Nekker Island!

Ah, the beauty of a Florida is never wasted on me!

Remembering the liberation of jews, gypsies & gays: 1/27/19945-2015

Found written on the wall of a concentration camp:

I believe in the sun

I believe in love

I believe in G-d

though He may be silent.

I am so into bark ...