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My Mosaic Mind


We went to Philadelphia recently, and in looking online for things to do before the trip I found THE MAGIC GARDENS.  It is a space filled to the brim with mosaics and art by Isaiah Zagar.  I like mosaic – always love visiting the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore with its mosaic egg and walls. And we visited a space mosaic-ed by Niki de Saint Phalle, Queen Califia’s Magic Circle, in Escondido, California once that fascinated me, so I knew I would enjoy the Magic Gardens.

But honestly, I was not prepared for the sensations that overcame me. 


Every inch of the space – the walls, the stairs, the columns, the floors, was covered in ART.  Most was mosaic made from tiles, glass, ceramic, bits and pieces of life, all grouted together.  The artist seemed to have expressed his innermost thoughts, himself, and glued bits and pieces of it everywhere.  It was as if he was showing himself to the world, but only the attentive few would find the pieces of the puzzle scattered all about and be able to put them together to get a glimpse of his soul.




I was in the gardens with my sweetheart and other family members.  They seemed to enjoy the artwork for a while, but quickly grew to the “Ok, let’s get out of here and move onto the next activity” phase, whereas I felt like I could explore for hours.  That'w what art does, I guess, it either "clicks" with a person or it doesn't.  Me - I wanted to see every nook and cranny – sit on the tile in the little hidden mosaic cave, lie down and look UP to the chimney mosaic-ed above us – and take it all in.




In the last few years I have chosen to be more transparent about my life – sharing what I am feeling and going through (both good and bad).  I used to be much more guarded and private, but I have learned that through writing and expressing who am I and what I am going through, I find solace, healing and knowledge.  Isaiah Zagar, the Magic Gardens artist, must feel the same way.  By creating – painting, collecting bits and pieces, blending, grouting, MAKING – he can open up, be himself, and LIVE.


Where my family saw messiness and “junk” – I saw art.


When other visitors loudly proclaimed that the work surrounding us was a symptom of extreme mental illness – I saw it as a symptom of CREATIVITY and self-expression.



And when others seemed to find the stimulation overwhelming and gaudy – I FOUND IT CALM AND PEACEFUL.

I related to it.  I loved it.

Since we left, I have been thinking about it.  MY LIFE IS A MOSAIC.  My desk, so messy and full of papers that I had to install a desk number 2 (instead of sorting out desk 1).  The dining room table, where I sit writing now, which is almost NEVER devoid of gifts to be wrapped, bills to be paid, and mail to sort.  But mostly, my MIND.

The things that whirl and swirl in my mind and never stop…  Cards to mail, clothes to wash, checks to deposit, vegetables to plant.  But mostly – ART.  Projects that have seeds in my mind, some have pieces collected just waiting to be used, that have yet to be born.  The “Happy Hoopers”.  The “You Know You Want To”.  The “Kindness Yard Sale”.  The chalkboard.  The audio described museum on the corner.  The tear-off signs.  All expressions of me that will someday stop swirling in my mind and find their way to our front gate.

Thank you, Magic Gardens.  You showed me that my mind is a mosaic.  Instead of fretting or worrying or being ashamed of the “mess”, I will celebrate it.  My Mosaic Mind.





(All artwork by Isaiah Zagar, photos by Susan Thompson-Gaines)

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