One worm, a dead fly and a bunch of small spiders.

So said the uniformed man on all fours, muttering into his walkie-talkie, in the middle of Yale's Museum of Art, in the Asian/African sector - an inventory of their lower-order interlopers.
The smattering of Asian art in the house was non-impressive, especially not the silk scroll painting fading out from bad lighting. The Yalie curators might consider visiting the Asian art collection of Cleveland Museum of Art, as I reach for my imported and stylish art snob cap.
And the prints and photo section of the Yale Museum is open only after a rez is made. And I thought And this is the joint famed for its photographic offspring and faculties.
The African section featured a wall of masks that simply did not rival the collection of the Clarksons but one, Hook spirit mask, was mesmerizing with angular deep sensory organ recesses.
New Haven also offered up a shop that had such great shoe wares on its shelves that the choices were overwhelming and I was turned on to the Austrian shoe line Think! as well as CYDWOQ, created by an American architect.
Needless to say, I have samples of both lines's product. A triumph!
Within an hour of being in New Haven stumbled upon my art target, Skull and Bones's h.q., The Tomb. Too dark at night for filming but gathered up the camera, an Americano and my senses for some morning shooting.
Onwards now to Cubanesque food, Canadian film, art reading.
Sensory Love.