Photo taken in Bushwick, NYC.
Friday, November 22, 2013
Although all amazing events/experiences...I have been out and about every single night after work and am exhausted. Hopefully…after some appointments tomorrow morning, I'll have the remainder of the weekend to myself.
Yesterday I left work a little early to hop the 4 pm train to Boston to listen to one of my all time fave artists speak at the ICA. Arriving at South Station about 5:30, I barely had enough time to get to the museum, grab a quick dinner, rush through her exhibit before settling in the theater to listen, then get out at 8:30, rush to meet the 9pm train, and home to bed.
As crazy as the timing was…it was worth it. So very worth it. Moving. Profound. Insightful. I hope to be able to write about it once I'm rested, and everything has sifted through me.
I will be going back to the ICA to really sit with the work when I have more time. And although unexpected, I again had the same emotional response to her work as I did back in 2006, when I first saw it. Then…tears fell. This time, tears backed up behind my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall due to the exhibit being filled with people. Her work is me. In a deep way, I have never before related so powerfully to an artist.
Amy Sillman at the ICA, Boston
Amy Sillman at the ICA, Boston
Photo taken on train to Boston.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Here are a few NYC photos from this weekend's quickie trip.
The trip down was rainy. That is, until we pulled into the city when the setting sun broke through the clouds.
After the music ends. At the Cornelia Street Cafe in the Village.
Fountain at night.
I stopped to enjoy the Bubble man in Central Park.
At the Guggenheim.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
I'm slowly going through my NYC photos. Here is one I took while walking down 5th on my way to Chelsea after spending delicious time with the Motherwell collage exhibit at the Guggenheim and the painters at the National Academy.
His name is Jose. I stopped to chat with him a while and asked if I could take his photo. He enjoys his cigars and is an ardent observer of pigeon behavior, explaining to me how he is fascinated by their colonization.
Saturday, November 09, 2013
I just returned from 48 hours in NYC. Happy, exhausted, very sore, and deliciously satiated. It was a spontaneous trip to attend the cd release of my niece's boyfriend band in the Village. I found $5 each way tickets through Megabus and wasn't working for Thursday & Friday. Timing and price was perfect.
So I wanted to make the most of the trip and spent time researching art exhibits. Normally when I hit the galleries in Chelsea, I try to choose between 5 and 10 must see shows. This time, for varied and specific reasons, my list grew! I thought the list would simply be a guide, but I actually managed to see all but one on the list. In addition, I saw 2 extra shows that I hadn't researched and was thrilled to experience.
As well as being old school and loving handwritten lists, me being me, knowing I had limited time, put the list in order by address. My nerdiness is showing.