It was a one day only, two-fer-one sale. Now you're back to just one bad penni. My father used to call me that-do you think it scarred me?
I thought of you guys so much as I wandered the Metropolitan looking at the Van Goghs and Gauguins. And as I wandered around the modern art section, trying to look knowledgable and perceptive, I was dumbstruck by the painting of a durian in front of me. I swear! Van Gogh may have thought he was painting a sunflower but it was without question a sliced-open durian, identical to the one at the SI picnic. It was a spiritual moment. I believe I may even have exclaimed aloud "Durian!!!", but people don't seem to think any behavior is odd in New York.
I also saw the Stieglitz exhibit on Goergia O'Keeffe and the musical instruments exhibit, but I have to admit, I spent more time watching the real people around me than the artwork.
There was one photograph that I thought I'd like a copy of to hang here. It was called "Loo Paper" by Richter and was a blurry picture of a roll of toilet paper just--hanging there on a wall, fulfilling its destiny. I stared at it a long time, wondering what it was supposed to communicate. Do you think probably he was just sitting, bored, and didn't have a newspaper to read, and his camera was lying on the sink or something?
As you can see, I have come back sophisticated and slightly jaded from the Big Apple. I have discarded my cowboy boots and am affecting a Brooklyn accent. And I still haven't told you about meeting Jules. Or getting lost in Central Park. Ah well, later! |
