Divine inspiration leads to the creation of Tao of Muppet

I am not a fan of restored artwork. Art is not meant to last a million years. It is a commentary of that moment in time. That does not mean I think it is disposable, I think it should be look upon as a cultural statement to where we were as a society when it was created. Think of it as Urban Art. Take a look at this Raphael restoration:

Seriously? The worst of it is, it no longer has the artist’s original brush strokes. To me it is no different from plagiarism except the restoration artist doesn’t claim the work to be their own, only it now has become a very expensive “paint by numbers” project. What is up with the halo? It doesn’t even have the sparkles the original piece did.

The Renaissance was all about halos. Obviously people were super pius at that time, except Leonardo. He obviously was a rebel and unenlightened because his works of art didn’t have halos around the heads of everyone. In fact none of the Teenaged Mutant Ninja turtles were pius. Michelangelo was really a sculptor, but his paintings were not to bad either. I stood under the Sistine Chapel and noticed those images were void of halos. Raphael was usually void of halos, but not always. He obviously wanted to fit in with the pius dudes but felt pressure to be REAL. Donatello was a sculptor, hard to sculpt transparent images. If he had, I would have been REALLY impressed! So really, these fella’s were the Urban Artists of their time with Mike being a Graffiti artist. Leo did his share of graffiti. The dude painted a dinner ad and it covers an end wall of the dining hall at the monastery of Santa Maria delle Grazie in Milan, Italy.


Not unlike This gem installed in a London restaurant. The art is entitled Cock and Bull:I can HEAR my grandpa Dan saying “Oh pheww that really stinks” But a thousand years from now, people will see the restored version and think WOW those kids in the 2010’s really knew their art! This is how I imagine the updated restored version will look:

See how it looks nothing like the original? This is my issue with restored masterpieces. Works of art that are created are full of inspiration, restoring them (I don’t mean cleaning them, but painting over or touch ups) changes the artist’s original intent. No one can experience the same motivation or inspiration for creating the original artwork. It is just never the same. Let it fade into obscurity. The new artists are the genius’ of yesterday. The future will tell the story of the masterpieces of our time because obviously we cannot see it in the present. Except for this artist who restored the 120-year-old fresco, Ecce Homo by Elijah Garcia Martinez. It is very clear to me she was filled with divine inspiration and created this masterpiece over top of the original:

It is clear to me that Jim Henson appeared to her and told her to paint the Tao of Muppets

My Fictional-Bucket List

Today bit. Not that I was surprised, but holy hell it hurt. The weird part was nothing negative happened. Just good stuff was said, yet the outcome was not one I had hoped for nor counted on. I fell for the 8th time and picked myself up for a 9th. I’m at a loss for direction at the moment, but there are some good things that came from this.

  1. I didn’t eat my emotions.
  2. I swam for 75 minutes instead.
  3. I engaged my kids in conversation about books.

I know that last one doesn’t make sense. I am the master of my thoughts. I can choose to wallow in self-pity OR I can change my thought patterns and move forward. I had been reading a cool list on Pinterst called Fiction-Bucketlist.

I asked my kids what would be on their list. The only rule was it had to be book-fiction, not movies or TV. Genetic Offspring immediately said “Walk into Mordor and say ‘Whatsup Bitches?'”. That was awesome.
We discussed various possibilities and Chatterbox wanted to follow the White Rabbit.

As a kid I would have loved to be Mike Mulligan and dig the basement faster and straighter than 10 men or drink raspberry cordial with Anne and Diana. I would have loved to be as eloquent as Charlotte living in the barn doorway or go to Kenner boarding school and be roommates with Sheila. My kids wanted to send a howler, be a starcatcher or a demigod and defeat medusa and fight Aries and send him to tartarus, and of course, drink ambrosia. Best of all, they wanted to scam Huck and Tom to paint the fence. I created a monster because they played this game for hours. It was great to hear them discussing books.

When I read a particularly great book, I think about the characters for days afterwards. I get swept away in story line possibilities and fantasize about outcomes that star me. This is something I often did for as long as I can remember. I have imagination down to an art. Some people call it fan fiction, but I never wrote these stories down. I would just play them in my head before bed and dream happily about the events that were unfolding. This made me think of my favorite ideas for my own fiction  bucket list.

  1. Visit Quinten’s to see who is sitting in the secret booth and have dinner with Ria and Colm.
  2. Nurse Jesse back to health and have him rescue me from myself.
  3. Go after Rhett until he gives a damn.
  4. Run through the Fire Swamp with Wesley.
  5. Paint London red with Aishling and Elizabeth.
  6. Walk in the garden with Mr. Darcy and encourage him to steal a kiss.
  7. Spend the day with Tony at Coney Island.
  8. Go back through the stones to find Jamie.
  9. Spend my summers on Martha’s Vineyard with Caitlin and Vix.
  10. Live in New York and chum around with girlfriends while having fabulous careers and a Mr. Big who pops round every now and then.
  11. Sweep Sirius off  his feet and save him from Bellatrix
  12. Sitting on the bench in the park, thinking my life is in tatters when he sits down beside me, takes my hand a smiles.


Compliling this list made think about re-reading some of my favorites, like Tara Road, The Other Side of the Story or Brooklyn. It’s a perfect night to do that.

What is on your fictional bucket list?