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Holiday outing with Anne, Kate’s sister. \u00a0We went to the MIA, tickets for the 4:00 pm terra cotta warriors. \u00a0This is the last hour of the day, the museum closing at 5:00 pm. \u00a0There were crowds downstairs in the lobby, crowds on the 2nd floor wandering through the China and Africa galleries and crowds, many people, in the exhibit itself.<\/p>\n
(who do you suppose the gladiator finds to fight? \u00a0One of the officers in Germanicus?)<\/p>\n
This has been a big one, passing Rembrandt apparently already, though that’s hard for me to believe. \u00a0We meandered through, looked at the wonderful gold hilted dagger and the Bo bell, the beginnings of the Qin state back in that faraway time. \u00a0Homer’s time. \u00a0A time of marauding nomads in China. \u00a0770 B.C.<\/p>\n
As we finished the announcement came that the museum closes in 5 minutes. \u00a0Doors were shut denying access to certain galleries. \u00a0All of us herded down the main corridor, the one with Doryphoros and out, the corridors becoming empty, going into the magical space that art takes on when the viewers leave. \u00a0What is art when no sees it? \u00a0Do the terra cotta warriors fan, sit on the benches before another tiring day of educating the masses? \u00a0Does Frank blink his eyes, no doubt dry from a day holding them open. \u00a0Perhaps Picasso’s baboon takes over the place, swinging from the Calder and the Chihully and maybe opening the door of the Tatris.<\/p>\n
We’ll never know because all the art finds its way back to its stations before the next human returns. \u00a0I could sense them getting ready, perhaps willing us all out so they could get on with their night. \u00a0The Buddha wandering over to discuss divinity with Vishnu and Shiva and Parvati. \u00a0The old sages getting up from their poses beside waterfalls and on the balconies of secluded houses, perhaps dropping into the scholar’s room for a chat, some tea.<\/p>\n
But then again, maybe everything stays the same, static and waiting. \u00a0Would be a shame if it did.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Winter \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Moon of the Winter Solstice Holiday outing with Anne, Kate’s sister. \u00a0We went to the MIA, tickets for the 4:00 pm terra cotta warriors. \u00a0This is the last hour of … Continue reading After the Museum Closes<\/span>