Posts tagged ‘Philadelphia Art Museum’

June 24, 2013

My Walmart Miracle

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

bluedragonflyBeing a Liberal pro-union capitalist leaves myself, like my parents before me often conflicted. As such, while admiring Walmart’s amazing “rags to riches” colossal success story, I have been equally incredulous concerning their predatory business practices, employee almost usury positions and so many other legally marginal activity. Criticism of Walmart extends to important issues as environment and health … no trivial matters involved I am sure you dear readers will agree. In recent years some have been possibly unfairly critical of daughter Alice Walton’s hometown mega financed Crystal Bridges Museum – Arkansas some art officiants exclaim with disbelieving fervor and prejudice about that location gaining access and ownership to major iconic art work. Well – yes my East Coast elitist sensibilities strain at the edges to be kind about this event and yet I am gladdened and generous in feeling there too shall I and my family happily visit and hopeful those close by geographically will as well. Must not forget that as  a born, bred, raised resident and still [always will] maintaining Philadelphia residence, Ms. Walton’s attempted acquisition of our Thomas Eakins’s masterpiece The Gross Clinic from Thomas Jefferson University left me anxious. Still as finally was the resolution in having the money raised to save our hometown work of art, I as a reasonable person felt similar distaste for those in Philadelphia that had allowed this to occur, as I did for Alice Walton considering her attitude of take what you can for the right price. Anyway, painting safely residing still and permanently in Philadelphia. I am not a Walmart shopper – not REALLY a snobbery issue – all right maybe a wee bit of that – more not trusting their shelve choices and wanting to participate in furthering their overwhelming posture in the business world.

You are surely asking what miracle Tereza could possibly have had experienced at Walmart considering what I just told you. No question in my mind – you will see the glory of this story. On Father’s Day this year, my husband and family and I spent the day with dear friends – more extended family. This couple who are angels – representatives of all G-d’s hopes for in our relationships spent most of that Sunday attending to my and my dear husband’s whims and desires … one after the other Father’s Day celebratory gift was our to behold – many things brought us to tears. Selfless and without guile are our “brother and sister” Joseph and Suzie. Let me add also great fun – many guffaws when we are together. So after a day of gifts and joy, Suzie Q. said “Lets go Tereza – we need to shop for Father’s Day dinner“. Off we went – my gal pal and I to forage and return – both of us REAL doer types and so it was hot, sticky but a determined two woman that pulled up to a Super Walmart store. In we went and methodically purveyed the place – making joined choices and chatting away with the ease that comes as if we had spent a lifetime together. For now I will say, this fine woman has her own challenges in life and yet remains gracious, generous, loving, kind and great interesting company to be with no matter time or place.Wow – Tereza having fun in Walmart? Yes indeed – and then the conversation in produce found us in serious tone and I expressed things my friends already knew and cared about in my life … if you read me regularly or are a personal part of my world, no surprise we got to converse on The Miscreants™. Why on Father’s Day you might be thinking? The answer is recent REAL threats on social media, further slander and defamation, suggestion of sexual aggression/violence toward me by one on his Facebook page and even mocking of my Jewish faith [specifically how we/I write G-d] and more that will be in upcoming lawsuit depositions and possible trials. Not REALLY important for this post – what is paramount is that Suzie taught me much, guided me, assured me of her strength and forever commitment to our friendship – there in Walmart produce section, with tears in both our eyes, I told her she was a hero to me, a salvation not just in helping take such good care of myself and family but taking my hurt and soothing my soul despite her own burdens and struggles. So there we were – Jew and Christian embracing next to the peaches and cherries and knowing that we two were surely two of the REALLY  blessed women in the world.

In my first book – year 2013 memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! more will be shared and REAL “Oh yes, now I get it” for you dear followers moments about my “lucky me” life philosophy – why not – with friends like Suzie Q. would I ever dare to think otherwise?

P.S. Suzie dearest adores Blue Dragonflys and so this post’s accompanying photo is a globe covered by them … as they are doing, so I am sure this woman’s presence will be felt around the world – she has and will make a REAL everlasting difference. On a more immediate note I am thinking that we two gals must soon have a jeweled shared representation of this beautiful creature as a sort of sisterhood talisman to wear as reminders that REAL beauty does exist and dwells here in earthly form!

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April 26, 2013

Art as Sports Metaphor or Vice Versa

by Teréza Eliasz-Solomon (HeiressMommy™)

One must always be careful
not to let one’s work be covered with moss.”

Marc Chagall

Art as sportsOne need have eyes to see, heart and soul to feel and an intelligent, open mind to comprehend – this is what I believe both art and sports demand of we the viewer, participant and consumer. Oh my, it has been a few week of horrors here in the United States and in many parts of the world this April 2013 and yet I found bliss in reading articles and attending – making plans and arrangements for coming exhibitions – art venues. Equally comforting was sports – reading about, viewing and definitely in the doing. As this Marc Chagall quotes suggest, we humans must not let the moss cover our work – be that which we create or do each day. Constant vigilance to not becoming complacent must rule the day in the face of all that confronts us and so with both art and sports there lies the chance to play in the game of life. The ancient Greeks produced many works of art that depict sports as a glorified life activity – surely that is a telling instruct that both disciplines elevate the human existence.

I was raised in a very eclectic family … busy, busy, busy bees were we – no  possibilities nor opportunities left to chance. As some of my other blog post explain no matter whether talented or championed in an activity, there was still value in the attempts and enjoyment in pursuit. So too with art and sports – guided toward giving all a try and to never deny ourselves the pleasure just because the struggle might be daunting. As such, I have and insist my children do as well, take full advantage of venues that allow participation and viewing in both the artistic and athletic worlds. In our REAL family and among many friends, careers in the arts have developed. I was fortunate to grow up – have as my best girl friends two sisters, more family in fact, that were talented artist … I was often the younger ones muse and proudly still display in my homes the works that I modeled for as her youthful accomplice. There are cousins who work in the fields of art and many friends who do likewise. Visiting museums all over the world has been one of my life pleasures and my husband and I subscribe to and attend both Sotheby’s and Christie’s auctions regularly. Why list all this for you my dear readers?  My reason is to suggest that like much in life, art is as sports – one needs to receive the pass to enjoy the pitch. Wow – a metaphoric directive indeed but only that which I truly believe important.

Growing up in Philadelphia allowed me to wonder the halls of many museums. In  fact, my previously mentioned young best gal pal and I as young teens made art museums our regular haunts – often we would wonder the floors of well known establishments, like the Philadelphia Art Museum and less famous, smaller off the beaten path places. I fondly remember our pretending to be that or another grand lady or fictional character in accordance with the art displayed and years later this same friend and I spent time in Switzerland and France going museum to museum large and small. A poignant aside is that in our early 20’s it was at this lifelong friend’s Painted Bride Philadelphia Art Show that I met my first [late] husband and of course, both she and her dear now deceased older sister were my bridesmaids less than one year later. My precious friend – a REAL artist who graduated University with Art Degrees and myself, with no such talents, equaled in enjoyment these shared art oriented activities. I believe my being able to do so was on account of being open to receiving that presented. How much of life can be defined by just such a sports metaphor – I think a great deal of what we humans define as missed or denied, is only those things we were not readied for or willing to accept as possibilities in our life. Far too often we hear people say, “Oh I am not good at that!” or  “That is just not for me!” – sad really as that then suggest the purview of much is only for the few.

Thrilling in my life is having the opportunity to go to many art events – well known and obscure, peruse catalogs and shops for purchases. Just as wonderful is going to a sports event – not always understanding either the game nor creation has ever caused a detour from my wanting to be there. No indeed, I feel a rightful place among those more skilled or learned. All should have the same confidence that expertise not a requirement for attendance at any event or occasion. Of course, pretense is not needed either – only simple awareness that all created is open to each of us, as long as respect is observed. I got the idea for this post when reading about and planning to visit exhibits of whom I consider a “life environment” artist, James Turrell. My husband and I hoping one day to have one of his light installation pieces in one of our homes, I decided to set out a plan for us to see one of his soon to be three museum shows. In my research I found him saying that which I always believed true, “Art is a completed pass. You don’t just throw it out into the world – someone has to catch it.“. Thrilling to me how exacting that statement is and not only for art or sports but for every single aspect of REAL living. In my memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life! so much of what I hope to have my readers learn is that I REALLY knew how to catch those life opportunities – the passes thrown my way and how others can and should too!

Note: As I am sure my followers/readers have noticed by now, I use REAL and REALLY frequently in my post … that is, of course, deliberate and meant to be a pointed reference – one might say a hint aimed at those I reference so often as my husband and my nemesis. All will be clear in my book and accompanying interviews but for now, please know it is not without REAL reason that I denote much that way!!!

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