Hallelujah!
Thrive is back as the caterer!
I so enjoy their vast array of vegetables to munch,
but I like the tidbits, too.
For instance, that tomato pie holding center court
was quite delicious!!!
The crabcake on toast was rather nice, too.
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It was a rainy night in Georgia, but that didn't bother me a bit on this balmy eve.
The Jepson was sporting a centennial celebration about "Launching Savannah's Art Scene" in 1919.
I was enjoying the works of the Savannah Art Club, including these three pieces, all done by the same artist, all dated 1939.
How puzzling that the artist had such different styles that year, I thought.
Then, while looking to see if this bust was also sculpted by Juliette Gordon Lowe, I was brought to a stop.
It was the image of the same man who'd done the trio of paintings in the opening salon!
How incredible that his likeness had been captured!
Then I realized something else: he had died in 1939.
That meant he'd done the three featured pieces the year he'd died?
Well, not quite, as I learned in the lecture.
Christopher P.H. Murphy had not dated his artwork,
so the pieces bore the latest date possible for their creation - the year of his demise.
The painting of the man was done by his loving son.
Murphy had made sure his children received the art education he'd longed for.
How fortunate that he had the Savannah club as an outlet for his own creativity nature!
And how fortunate that Reverend Anthony Lloyd was there and available for me to share my findings about the artist.
i thank You, God.
Lloyd was actually there on duty in the museum, to make sure folks kept their hands in their pockets while they admired the art.
(Yes, Mama, I kept mine there, just as you always told me to do.)
As we were the only two there, I struck up a conversation about Murphy, by the bust.
Then we had gone over to the paintings and looked at the great difference in their styles that had caught my attention.
That naturally led to me talking about
the Monet exhibit of 2018 and the differences in composition and brushwork seen as an artist aged, as I
noted in the 2015 exhibit.
Before I knew it, we were talking about chemistry!
We had started with a discussion of perspective and how that alters one's perception of art, leading to our examination of the bust from different angles.
Perception, as I told him, is why several witnesses can be present at the same site of a wreck, but have different recollections of what occurred, based on the angle of their viewing, as well as their personal histories and education.
Then, that word "education" led to us talking about schools and that led to my former profession as a professor.
I then waxed rhapsodic about media misinformation.
"Chemical free", for example, means a vacuum, with no atoms present.
"Chemical", itself, is usually said like it's a bad taste in the mouth, when, without chemicals, we would not exist, as we are composed of a myriad of different molecules.
"All natural" is regarded as a preference, but arsenic and hemlock and lead are each and every one of them "all natural" - and all toxic in small quantities!
He really got a kick out of that and said he'd use it in a sermon.
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So, of course I turned him onto Penn and Teller's
petition to get dihydrogen oxide banned.
He found that to be a hilarious send-up of ignorance...
and a reason for him to educate his congregation, among others.
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So what if I was fifteen minutes late to the lecture?
I had the opportunity to drop a little science...
and know that lesson would, in turn, be dropped on others.
Hallelujah!
So, here's the end of my tale and there's still been no mention of mythological creatures, huh?
Well, the answer is above, lolling along in
the marshy scene.
I almost missed it myself.
I had looked up from my plate of goodies, savoring a mouthful, when the unicorn dipped its horn toward me, as if greeting a friend.
See it, between the blue water drop and fuchsia flower petal?
Right place, right time.
i thank You, God.
