An old friend

 

 

 

  Reluctant to sound self-pitying or courageous made it difficult for me to write any earlier but guilt propelled into thinking of something a little positive.   This photo of Kwan Yin the goddess of Mercy is from an earlier time but one I truly love.    The statue itself stands on the grounds of the Elizabeth McNay museum in San Antonio, Texas.  http://www.mcnayart.org/index.php   I love that museum moreso in the past when they had less money and  were a smaller shabbier museum.  It isn't to say that I resent them growing I'm happy they do and they share wonderful art. When I first started visiting it, the museum was a shabby little forgotten gem.  Filled with Impressionist paintings and religious sculptures from the Middles Ages and New Mexico.   It was a refuge for me when I was a teenager trying to make the difficult transition from unwanted child from California to adult.  When I was in high school and was living with my aunt I would often escape from home by walking up to the museum.  It was about 4 miles away.  I would spent at least a half a day there when I went.  Walking to a nearby strip mall for an ice cream while I waited for a bus that would take me halfway home. 

I've seen glorious things there - a wonderful exhibit on Georgia O'Keefe that still leaves me with profound memories.  It was really the grounds though that gave my spirit some peace.  At that time, the McNay was overgrown and had no grounds keeping.  The Japanese fish ponds were neglected, overgrown with reeds and tall water plants and the surrounding area was full of shaggy plant and Kwan Yin was in the middle of them on a tiny island.  I think I truly loved the grounds more than anything.  In the rear of the McNay was the old greenhouse which housed the Art School there.  My friend Art worked in the pottery as well as took classes and I got to see how they did salt glazing and raku were fired.

I took this photo on a more recent trip than from my youth.  I am much older now but I greeted the statue as an old friend.  She's more grey than she used to be - Living in the middle of a large city has given her a more worn appearance as well.  I find the ponds cleaner - less over grown and shaggy.  There were less fish than there used to be.  One of the fountains is gone but more modern sculptures occupy the lawns.  Indeed there is a whole new wing that doesn't fit the original building.  It houses great art still... leaning to the late 20th and now early 21st. 

Kwan Yin is an old friend I enjoy going to see.  Sitting and reflecting the days with her - the days that used to be.  Somewhere I have a photo of her with me when I was in my late 20's.  She wears her age better than I do.