Lone Wolf

I am a lone wolf, I prowl the night alone
I seek destiny on my own
I hug the trees and the forest and
Dream my dreams all by my lonesome self

I AM a LONE WOLF!

Museums...museums...museum....

Sometimes  we love our work so much it becomes a source of joy (maybe most of the time) , it becomes play, just like the work I do at the museum....i love the work, i love the place, the museum ! the place gives me some kind of refuge, some kind of peace..and I know most of our visitors derive some joy , some fun from the museum!

To me the  walls whisper, the paintings speak to you, they tell a thousand joys, a thousand sorrows. They beckon one to listen to tales of a hundred years, they open your eyes to your heritage, to the heritage your country and the all our heroes , known and unknown have  bequeath to me, to us! they encourage us to embrace our culture and make us feel and see who we are and make us love ourselves, our culture , our heritage ,our country more...these work of arts stir something inside us.......they tell us the stories of struggles and victories...capturing moments, a moment ......Yes, moments...let this moment be the moment, let this time be the time....the time to open more museums and fill them with artworks that will remind us who we are as a person, as a people!  Let us open  museums, not close them up!!!