The painting that beckoned me was titled “Woodland Still Life.” At first glance, it appeared to be a serene forest scene, a tranquil tableau of nature’s beauty. The placard next to it mentioned the artist’s name: Abraham Mignon.
As we entered through the museum store, I, who usually devours the items in museum stores, hurriedly looked for the elevators that would take us down there. Our enthusiasm was all about the restrooms, for everything else we have time.These restrooms, tucked away in the lower level right next to the exhibition gallery, are like nothing we have ever seen before.
Haiku master Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa was born on 15 June 1763 in Kashiwabara, Shinano Province of Japan.
I seek serenity in his writings. Writes Mousumi Duttaray.
Today is World Sparrow Day! Randomly scrolling through amazon albums, I discovered these little birds, they helped me remember the exact spots on the Highline walkway, when it was still in “work in progress” mode. It was one of those beautiful, mellowed, soft like a sunny side up day.
It was September of 1977. This forty-five-year-old memory is as fresh in my mind as if it happened last month. Indeed, do I remember what happened last month in this cluttered age? Probably not, yet the memory of seeing the greatest of all time forty-five years ago is etched in gold in my heart, in many hearts of our time.
In a tryst with destiny, Ahladini Shakti was born on the dark tempestuous night to Yashoda and Nanda in Gokul, a hamlet on the banks of river Yamuna.
Amanda Gorman was here. She is here, and she will be here. She is the hope.
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