New Moon, new doom

This vampire romance hit new lows for me.  It featured vampires who held court at Volterra, shirtless werewolves with sculpted six packs, and a morose teenage girl who missed her vampire boyfriend so much that she wore a single facial expression throughout that screamed of painful constipation.  The film was pitiful, plotless and pointless.  $12 and two hours of my life wasted.

Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art

Kansas is surprisingly artsy.  Downtown Kansas plays host to two art museums - the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art and the Kemper Museun of Contemporary Art, both within walking distance of each other. 

A gigantic bronze spider by Louise Bourgeois bestrides the entrance at the Kemper Museum. A creepy statement, if ever there is one.  There was a much smaller one creeping up the wall by the main entrance, much to the fascination of a young boy who was pointing his digital camera at this creature.

Inside, the gallery's spacious central atrium was bathed in natrual daylight streaming through the skylights.  The eyes were drawn to the highly polished marble floor and the reflections of the pictures on the floor. 

My favourite paintings were the watercolours by Andrew Wyeth.  Three generations of the Wyeths were being exhibited, some paintings showing exquisite brushstrokes, the kind of modern painting that I can understand.

By far the most inspirational was a huge canvass of blue sky and green fields .  It transported me to a space that symbolised hope, inspiration, and the indominatable human spirit.

Messages from home

Occasionally I get pictures sent from home, showing projects in progress.  Some are revenue generating and some are sentiments generating.  They are reminders of a life once shared in person and now, separated by time and space, mometarily shared on the phone or over Skype.  Don't be seduced by the apparent romance of business travels.  There may be a life style but often there is no life.