This blog is number fifty-two
Which means our blog year now is through,
A novel way to measure time.
I hope you’ve liked the prose and rhyme,
And learned something from what you’ve read.
Ok, it’s time to go ahead.
The thing to do is to review
And then we will begin anew.
Starting afresh, that’s good to do,
But let’s begin with what we knew;
Some updates therefore now ensue.
I can’t wait to tell them to you.
Some happy news I can report
A couple* came to see what sort
Of place we’d put their stain-ed glass,
A window of the highest class,
That was the blog post a while back.
It’s maker’s name, alas, alack,
We did not know, but wished t’would be
The famous L.C. Tiffany.
They came, they saw, they confirmed it.
T’was Louis Comfort ev’ry whit.
They showed the mark that he had made
Upon the lead beneath the glade
In the idyllic scene so still.
And if your vision’s good you will
See it too, right where it is stamped
In tiny little print so cramped.
This window once sat in the wall
Of their house, to be seen by all.
They told us how they had installed it
To bring in light. We have walled it
In a light box by the office
Door, so we can see the coppice
Daily and turn admiring gaze
To the beauty of summer days.
Another blog was filled with eyes
That peered from things all shapes and size –
Desks and clocks, beads and drums all stared
At people who were unprepared
To be observed by objets d’art.
But not a one evinced a start
Or registered an objection.
The eyes’ blunt stares escaped detection.
Those eyes have gone back to their homes.
In Finland some might live with the gnomes,
And those craft rebels went away
To make of work the art of play.
The wily eyes I saw in beads
Now have to please another’s needs.
So just imagine my surprise
When I saw a new pair of eyes.
The other day I descended
And rested where the stairs ended
And saw a happy, smiley face
Looking at me from the high place
That’s Just above the landing floor
A pair of eyes I saw once more.
These eyes and smiling mouth appear
On a mask that I find quite dear.
It’s a Tubuan mask, you see,
Which means, you guessed it, “old lady”
In the Tolai culture where
It’s men who these big masks do wear
During initiation rites
For young boys who have set their sights
On a secret society
In far Papua New Guinea.
The Tubuan powers may wield
In a supernatural field.
I wish those boys luck in their quest.
Indeed, I wish them all the best.
Now to another exhibition,
One that has enhanced our mission.
I speak of those good cats, dear sirs,
Maneki Neko, harbingers
Of happiness and good fortune.
Though here today, they’ll leave us soon
And off to Bellevue, Wash. they’ll go
To be in that museum’s show.
So, sayonara, dear old friends.
You’ll return when that gig ends,
And we’ll be glad to have you back.
Perhaps we’ll share a Necco snack.
While I’m at it, I should tell you
That BOLD EXPRESSIONS, it is true,
Is at Bellevue Arts Museum
Make haste, rush over and see ‘em.
Those gorgeous quilts, and tell your friends
For in the fall, this great show ends.
Seven Oct is its last day.
How the time has slipped away!
And now we’ve finished our review,
So how about a quick preview.
On August fourth we will see you
When we present the new TRUE BLUE.
A steadfast color we respect,
You’ll find it on ev’ry object
From smallest bead to longest weave
It’s blue you’ll see. I don’t deceive.
Cobalt, turquoise and indigo
And lapis lazuli we’ll show.
Your presence now we do request.
Accept with pleasure; be our guest.
So now I have come to the end.
Thank you for reading this my friend.
* Cher and William Will donated the Tiffany that had been in their house to the Museum several years ago.