February 2012
5 posts
A Letter of Love
My Love, “There must be a language that doesn’t depend on words…” That is the language of love. Love that sometimes sets foot from a mere hello of a new friend, of a friend of a friend, or any other story of beginnings…that beginning, unique to each one. Maybe, just maybe…I’ve already seen you before, for example. It was just that you weren’t looking at...
Are museums for school kids alone?
Apparently not.
On a recent trip to be able to breath outside the perimeters of work, the public museum was first on the list.
There were decade-old dust, storage mites and kids. Kids who follow their hands. They touch every thing they see. They run from here and there, giggle and whisper as if they understand the secrets that hide on every repository of history and culture around them.
This...
