Lately in every moment of my life I have been searching for spirituality and the Monday night before last was no different. I am searching for meaning and inspiration. I took up an opportunity that I nearly missed due to spirit breaking activities to catch up with an old friend who was visiting New York City from Washington DC. We have not seen each other for many years and I remembered the times we did spend together in the past was always wonderful and full of exploration in expansive ways. My friend casually explained that we will meet up at a gallery for a friend's opening reception to conjure up old times and live the new. I was more interested in catching up then paying attention to who, what or where we were going. I rushed home and threw on gallery safe attire with my new boots that I had to tear literally through an ingo boxer for. Imagination my friends. Imagination.
As I did a quick dance around my room to Kanye's runaway making a toast to all the douche bags and deciding what jewelry I should wear I received a text of the address. The content of what this opening reception entailed still did not interest me enough to inquire who, what or where? I assumed it was another pretentious faux self proclaimed "artist" who would serve as a good back drop to catching up. I did hear earlier during our conversation in the brunch hour that there will be open bar. I AM searching for spirits. I slipped out into the snow and made my trek downtown to a small bright gallery. My friend was out to greet me and I was happy and elated to be greeted.
We walked in from the snow and cold to be rushed on by the guest list lady. All was seeming warm and cozy except for her welcome which was slightly annoying. Perhaps I was sensitive from my spirit breaking activities I mentioned that nearly cost me this night. As my friend shooed her away we were in for a pretentious night. My friend took the next moment to point out and direct me to the open bar. I still did not inquire about who, what or where.
Then art caught my eye. Genuine art. Love at first sight. Love is what I felt more then I was seeing. I was deeply moved and suddenly honored to be there. I was humbled immediately and instantaneously realized I have found what I have been searching for. I walked closely gazing in admiration and awe of the light of one particular photo that was blown up and showed women connected to one another under a tree that was under an illumination that seemed holy. I turned to my friend and told him "this is where I am in my life right now", "I am searching". Now that I was aware of where I still did not know who or what.
As I examined an aged man with a look that comports with wisdom proudly hold his grandchild to women covered in dark paint in beautiful poetic dancing poses I realized that it did not matter exactly who. The proposition was what.
WHO came to be known as Myron Christian Macauley and WHAT was revealed to be a reflection of his soul. The soul disguised as a dove that flew through each piece communicating without word or sound to the subjects within these images and outward to the observer was profound. No pretension, just a true reflection of ones soul and this eight year search throughout Africa, Asia and South America. Finding that the search leads to a truth that has always be within to be revealed through the eyes of our observers as we observe exchanging spirituality illuminating what it is to be simply human. I was deeply moved and touched.
WHO: MYRON CHRISTIAN MACAULEY
WHAT: MODERN MAN IN SEARCH OF SOUL
WHERE: MCM COLLECTIVE'S HOLIDAY POP-UP ART GALLERY
362 W.Broadway
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