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On Loan From The Smithsonian

    Hey, everyone. Several years ago, I visited Chattanooga, Tennessee's  Hunter Art Museum. It's situated on a cliff overlooking the Tennessee River and the area is quite picturesque. The main thing I remember from the museum was a sculpture that was on loan from the Smithsonian. It was huge and stood in the main lobby. I wish I could remember its name or the sculptor's name, but I cannot. The thing was done in polished white marble. It depicted a woman in a ball gown which was flared out and very full. The note on the stand indicated that the sculptor had carved it as a tribute to his dead wife and  the statue depicted her. It was the single most exquisite thing I've ever seen.
    I have always enjoyed sculpture. It's truly amazing that a man or woman could do such fine work. Some are so minutely detailed that you expect them to come to life and walk away. Perhaps that is just what the creator of the one in Chattanooga had hoped for. On this particular day, I was alone and stood for several minutes admiring it. Then I sat on a bench and gazed a few more minutes. Then I watched other peoples faces as they looked at it and passed on. It was a nice, relaxing day.
    I know next to nothing about art but I enjoy it. If I had a bucket list I know that high on the list would be to go to the Louvre and the Met and spend a day or two browsing. I actually have a virtual tour of both on my PC and enjoy them very much.
    I believe that each human has a body, a soul and a spirit. I believe that we can feed our soul with beauty. With things like art or appreciating a lovely sunset. To achieve balance in our lives, I think it would be well to feed all three phases. Of course, my life is a mild train wreck, so why should you listen to me?
     As you may suspect after reading my blog for a while, I have wild mood swings. Another thing about me is the fact that I will gorge on one hobby for a while, then cast it aside in disdain. That, dear reader, is why I have never had a balanced diet among the body, the soul and the spirit. Fire and ice, and little that's nice. That's what I am made of.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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