Third day in Houston

Today, finally met another Houston. With the city center. With a metropolis, skyscrapers, runners and other amenities. And all the same. Despite being tense, having an independent look and trying not to look in the eyes of passersby (almost all African-Americans), she always felt friendly and open. Majority Someone has just greeted an old Negro who was surprised to see from the window of the train how I trampled on foot (well, no one else would want to go downtown (there are six stops in the train) on foot!) And, surprisingly, that such a beautiful girl is walking. And all that was said so sincerely and so amicably that I only thanked, laughed and walked. Do not be afraid of people, we often conceive ourselves the danger and hostility of others. Of course, the areas that have passed, comfort and peace in the soul have not done. Graffiti, industrial areas, clogged windows, discotheques, where the entrance is "from the courtyard", poorly dressed people. And in the city center, there are many runaways, vagrants in the streets, strangely dressed women and little gangs of teenagers. In general, I love my Houston a lot: the neighborhood I live in is comfortable and peaceful. The noisy life of the mega-city has somehow hit the soul, accustomed to comfort and benevolence. But in the middle of this active hive, there was an island of calm and fresh air: my legs, already tired after an hour of walking, were heading towards this place. Sam Houston Historical Park. A fairly small park, old neat houses, a pond, a statue - a symbol of all those who fought for the states. And again, nobody on the slopes. But I was expecting more from the park. Because the museum did not want to go there, and I just returned to my native "museum district". This put an end to this incursion into the "great light". So it was planned to visit the art museum, a sculpture park, a museum of the Holocaust and go to the store to buy food for tomorrow. Naive girl! In the art museum, I disappeared. I stayed there almost until closing. She felt like a child who had been given a huge, well-illustrated encyclopedia and, with her heart shattered, turned the pages and opened the world step by step. German and Dutch painting of the sixteenth, seventeenth and eighteenth centuries conquered me. I never thought that this time would be interesting for me (in the sense of art), that these unknown artists of my name would be so carried away that I would linger a few minutes on each table and would feel waves of admiration and joy ride every time. The carnations in their paintings were generally a symbol of marriage; they liked to describe certain social strata, their lives - for example, "Rural Vacations", the image of winter and icy ponds - one of the most popular topics, but so different: someone in the center people's attention, and their dissimilarities against each other, someone - nature and clouds. "Cabinet of Curiosities" or "box of miracles" and, in our opinion, a kunstkamera. "Where art and nature play together". It would be such a ... miniature paintings, an unusual compass, a lot of miniature, incredibly beautiful things. Lucretia, who committed suicide after a rape - ancient Roman history. She was touched by the story of a fifteen-year-old Saint Venantius who became a Christian and, for that reason, was thrown off the wall. Unusual for its time, the image of this story - at the same time, the image captures the moment of dropping it from the wall and the moment it is only dragged to death. Another unusual interpretation of famous scenes - San Sebastián - I got used to seeing it with a lot of arrows and wounds in the body and a face distorted by pain. And here, Simon Voyuet is a young feminine (so feminine that I did not read the signature, I would have thought it was a woman) who holds an arrow in his hand and looks at her so tenderly. She was touched by the story of a fifteen-year-old boy, St. Venantius, who became a Christian and was thrown off the wall. Unusual for its time, the image of this story - at the same time, the image captures the moment of dropping it from the wall and the moment it is only dragged to death. Another unusual interpretation of famous scenes - San Sebastián - I got used to seeing it with a lot of arrows and wounds in the body and a face distorted by pain. And here, Simon Voyuet is a young feminine (so feminine that I did not read the signature, I would have thought it was a woman) who holds an arrow in his hand and looks at her so tenderly. She was touched by the story of a fifteen-year-old boy, St. Venantius, who became a Christian and was thrown off the wall. Unusual for its time, the image of this story - at the same time, the image captures the moment of dropping it from the wall and the moment it is only dragged to death. Another unusual interpretation of famous scenes - San Sebastián - I got used to seeing it with a lot of arrows and wounds in the body and a face distorted by pain. And here, Simon Voyuet is a young feminine (so feminine that I did not read the signature, I would have thought it was a woman) who holds an arrow in his hand and looks at her so tenderly. when he is only dragged to death. Another unusual interpretation of famous scenes - San Sebastián - I got used to seeing it with a lot of arrows and wounds in the body and a face distorted by pain. And here, Simon Voyuet is a young feminine (so feminine that I did not read the signature, I would have thought it was a woman) who holds an arrow in his hand and looks at her so tenderly. when he is only dragged to death. Another unusual interpretation of famous scenes - San Sebastián - I got used to seeing it with a lot of arrows and wounds in the body and a face distorted by pain. And here, Simon Voyuet is a young feminine (so feminine that I did not read the signature, I would have thought it was a woman) who holds an arrow in his hand and looks at her so tenderly. Amazing "Allegory of the World" (Avent de Gelder - Rembrandt pupil) - a surprisingly sweet and naive girl, with a sincere and open face, a smile that makes you smile - alive, clean, happy. Exceptionally for this time. An incredible exhibition on Paris of the 18th century: life, morals, games, entertainment, home, life, balls and more. Every room is a new discovery. A very professionally composed exhibition - a lot of extremely interesting information, but not too much, surprisingly selected details - for example, in the picture, a girl is sitting with a small box for cosmetics, which would not be noticeable if you do not think about it. And so, it was circled and beside the window, such drawers, because the room was talking about the passage of the toilets. Absolutely fascinated by Austrian gambling box with its ceramic backgammon cards of surprising elegance and fragile chests for storage. And in general, he's curious - what games did they play next? I was impressed by the image of Harlem - it seems like it's time to go to Germany ... A fun discovery - it turns out that the word "lipstick" comes from the French apple - an apple, because at a time when lipstick was not used for the lips, but for a hairstyle, the hair did not escape. he was composed of animal fat and fruit juice, like an apple! And then they started adding color components to the mix, such as the sap of plant or berry roots, to color the parts of the body and face that did not have the right shade. But the word "toilette" comes from the French canvas, which means canvas, fabric, But at the very beginning, there was a "Gifts" exhibition on the tradition of gifts in the Islamic world. I again plunged into the beloved power of the mystery and mysterious beauty of the East. Embellishments, embroidered fabrics, images on the intrigues of pashas, ​​heroes, wives and concubines, errors and forgiveness, dignity and greatness. And of course, relics, kabobs, sacred objects, inscriptions in Arabic and prayer rugs. And the unusual end is the memory of people whom an Iranian artist, who was deported to Iraq as a child, lost his life. Mirror frame as a reminder that you can be here. And the last exhibition was a real gift. Yes, I paid as much as I would have paid for all the museums I was in. But it was worth it. It was an exhibit on Tutankhamen, just about what I discovered recently. From his great-grandfathers, fathers and other dynasties, from the Pharaoh's court, from the history of the Pharaohs, from Egypt, from jewels and symbols, from gods and beetles, from the living and the dead, and from dead of the kingdom. And then there was his grave. For the first time, I saw with my own eyes, just a few inches from my face, things so inspiring and attractive in the pages of books and in movies. This mom. These sarcophagi and masks, scarabs and jewels, amulets and sphinx heads, a box in which were preserved the internal organs of the mummy. And movies about discoveries and riddles, ancient solutions and beliefs, history and women. The word "Pharaoh" comes from Hebrew, where it means "big house". Stories about Upper and Lower Egypt and Pharaoh's headdress. Female Pharaohs with male symbols of power. Hutshepsut and not only her. An astonishing discovery - statues of strangers with a mustache and different poses - never seen by the pharaohs and their entourage, but only by the workers. Who are they - Inty-Shedu? Brought some Egyptian gold. Maybe it's a divorce for Americans with money. But that's how my "miracle box" begins. In the street, as if he came out of the dungeon of a fairy tale and another life. As transferred in time and countries, without knowing borders. And in five hours, I saw the whole world. Hmm, five o'clock? And I did not even notice ... For a long time, the museum did not feel that way. But the legs still hurt me. Although nothing - tomorrow all day to sit on the road.