Hey Mark, you're spoiling all the paintwork.
The weather is warmer. I’ve unpacked my transitional jackets. Dogs smile and I smile back at them. My bicycle will be fixed soon. I hug my pillow at night and remember no dreams.
Dave and I visited the Guggenheim on Saturday to check out the David Smith exhibit. He snapped surreptitious photos (no small feat) as I sighed softly, circling each sculpture. The security guard on the 3rd floor traced our footsteps as artlessly as James Stewart trailing Kim Novack in Vertigo after hearing the telltale camera click—her senses uniquely attuned to museum miscreants.
For a moment I felt like I was in Europe, contained in white space and natural light, miles away from the frenetic, brunching hipsters of the LES. My heart felt lighter. We watched the small, carefully wrought works grow into larger, developed themes and experiments as we circled round and round, climbing higher and higher.
It is a church of silent sermons. I felt at peace.
posted by Robin at 1:00 PM
3 Comments:
Great post! Robin.
Love this photo. Always love this meseum. I still need to go see David Smith, hope I can still make it. Last time I was there, I saw Russia. Good times.
I find going to see an exhibit at the exhibit to be a work out. I'm like breathing hard and catching my breath walking up the hill around and around.
Bought some chocolates at Pierre Marcolini today.
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