Who has the key to a door that =doesn't= exist ?!
The first thing I did this month was go to bed. I don't know what inspired me to turn on the FM radio, but stranger things happen after midnight. ~Love~ national public radio and unknown classical pieces that l?sten to your feelings. Forty-five minutes in : already rocking April in new ways.
Cool breeze, warm sunshine, desert sunday springpeace. I share a daytime SkyBloom with Jianna (but it's magical in the moonlight):
This after an accidental jaunt through Papago and ASU's SkySong: Center for Innovation, Technology and Imagination. Last year I watched the Phoenix Children's Hospital climb into the sky above Thomas Road, and tonight I notice from the epic 51: so colorfully lit, it glitters like a kaleidoscope.
We've got the makings for greatness, A to Z.
Sliding in at the right time to say goodbye to an old friend.
Never late for the perfect moment.
Free entry to the Phoenix Art Museum (Phart!—it always makes me laugh).
Ann Taylor's personal wardrobe, Théâtre de la Mode,
modest Degas and Picasso ...
so much to soak in/never enough time in any artspAce/Lost in the Unfolding
The best part : fresh interpretive flower arrangements accompanying select pieces throughout the galleries.
Interpretations of interpretations.
Eternal Recurrence.
What isn't ?
:)
