After hitting a couple yard sales where I scored some ridiculously fabulous vintage including this little gem
I hit the museum's chic little cafe where I dined on tuna tartare in a brightly lit circular room with mid-century modern-esque seating and charming strangers to sneak peeks at between my nibbling and writing.
With a satisfied palette, I meandered towards the exhibitions where I was jubilantly transported to a place where for hours, I peered into the minds and hearts of some of the most tortured, yet exquisitely beautiful souls of times past and present.
Juicy Paint was an exhibition filled with sculptures, textured, layered paintings, so much life and inspiration, tremendous poignancy abounded.
It was there as I turned and was enraptured by a graceful, yet crude kneeling sculpture that I wrote this, paying homage to women everywhere.
Who is she...smeared and marred
So delicate, although drastically urgent.
She is compelled to be known and seen
Why, in her fragility and brokenness, does she strive to reveal herself?
An enigma lurks within her unveiled essence
Shadowed beneath the potency of her exhibition
Remarkable is her strength
Undeniable is her presence
Her femininity splashes you in your face
Leaving you with no chance to recover
Pink, she dons
But don't be fooled by her wiles
Never will she waver or give into destruction
Permanence is her signature stain upon your soul
How can she dare to kneel
Alluding to be vulnerable
Perhaps by nature, she is.
