I've hopped over from the sweltering Indian summer to a blossoming North American Spring…And quite likely I'll see more of the transitioning of seasons on two continents this year :) Just so happens that R's (my other half) work needs him to spend equal amounts of time between homeland and California. So I'll pop in for a few weeks each season. I'm so so lucky to be able to do this and also carry my work with me as I go. I only wish my dogs could come as well. They are however in the greatest of care back home and I'm going to make the most of my time here before I go back to them end of the month.
We had to make a quick stop in New York enroute to San Francisco. In the two days there, I greedily walked my way through the streets soaking up as much of the city's energy as I could. And ate lots of course ! Ate. Walked. Saw. Two days of just these three things.
Simple, hearty New York breakfast is the best fuel for a long day of walking and absorbing.
There were a couple of fantastic exhibits at the MoMa. One by Cindy Sherman which was breathtaking, shocking and intriguing. And an awe inspiring exhibit of murals depicting New York in the 1930's by an artist I admire – Diego Rivera. There were also several of his incredibly detailed smaller drawings and life size paintings which depict the politically charged times and turmoil of the early 20th century through his eyes.
I'm always amazed at how artists can draw from within, their perspectives on life and society – often larger than life itself, but true in every sense nonetheless because of the reflections that they encourage, the questions they raise, the answers they offer and the emotional whirlpools they cause in all of us. It's all what really shapes the collective creativity and intelligence. Don't you think ?
The food at MoMa's cafe was delish. See picture above ! Simple, fresh food, handmade to quench a wanderer's thirst.
Installations set in the outdoor area made for such interesting juxtapositions against the wintry branches, spring sunshine and the hustle-bustle. Outdoor exhibits – challenging but something to think about and not just for sculpture.
I went to the Met the following day. Though this place scares me -the sheer scale of it – I decided to go and take in one more big chunk of it. Particularly to see the Steins' collection of the Matisse works. Needless to say it was breathtaking.
To stand there in such close proximity to the works of great artists I so admire and see the strokes of their own hands that made these masterpieces is overwhelming. I love art museums for that reason, to let the work in front of me be a reminder of just how deep and vast this ocean of inspiration is and how small we really are.
