But no pictures! without camera in hand, I can eventually lose my continuous and almost obsessive framing of reality for composition, but it’s not easy.
The opportunity to share a ride down to the city with friend Marc Awodey arose, so I took it. He was going to “the Honey Space” on 11th ave., and I to visit the city and also my friends in Stratford. The two worlds couldn’t be much more different, in terms of comfort and relaxing options. Honey Space is a step above a squat — where artist/sculptor with ties to Vermont, Tom Beale has worked for a couple of years. The lower two floors are filled with his organic wood shapes, and some artworks from around. The current exhibit features another vermont visual, musical and literary artist Mark Picar, whose band played both the opening and the closing nights. My tour was during the run up to that closing show, and folks were alreadystarting to fill the lower level salon area. I must say that it looked like a typical Manhatten salon scene, whatever that is supposed to mean. strands of lights low level combined wth the 11th ave lghting coming in windows. a small wood stove burning in the middle of the room. music too loud to have much conversation. Lots of really hip and cool looking folks making the scene. I ddn’t stay past mid evening, so never heard Picar’s band.
Marc found his overnght digs too cold to really work for him, so he joined us out in Stratford at Frank and Dorota’s for the second evening.Their small colonial styled home is in a lovely suburban neighborhood, maybe 1940s? but not at all cookie cutter or sterile looking, the way some newer suburban areas feel. Big trees and small streets. and big “OBAMA” letters vertically down each side of the front entry.
Saturday we met up at the MoMA for another arty experience, different from the 11th ave arty experience. It was my first time in the museum since its major renovation in the early 2000’s. I like the new space. It had a bit of a blandness at the lower entry level, but how exciting can one make an area that has to handle the functions of ticketing, coat check, and bathrooms. However, once we were accessing the art gallery rooms on the 2nd thru the 6th floors, its superb design qualities became clear; the flow from room to room, views from each level through the central atrium made for ease of orientation, natural sense of openness, cascading light, a spaciousness that wasn’t the cavernous feeling that some museums seem to thrust one into. And art. let’s not forget the art. Loads of it, and all those pieces that we’ve grown up with in our art history books.
more later — off to stained glass world