A quick trip to New York City in the summertime. Inspiring. Refreshing. Ten degrees cooler and eighty percent livelier than home sweet home. I love the jolt of energy that flows through you the minute you hit the sidewalks. And the graceful wave of it that comes with a walk through Central Park. Ying yang. And walla-walla-bing-bang.
Wanted to see the new Whitney Museum and the marvelous Metropolitan with my best, fast walking friend. We covered a lot of ground and pretty much enjoyed every minute of it.
I left the Met thinking, If I could sleep over for a week, and see all I wanted to see at my leisure, I would be skippy happy. (Literally, I would skip everywhere until the excitement wore off). The Whitney I had no problem leaving, even though I am looking forward to exhibitions to come.
The new Whitney's location by the Hudson and the High Line, all of its vast exhibition space in the shiny, formidable Renzo Piano designed building, feels more than just right. Sitting there so close to the Hudson waterway and to the High-Line which both allow distinctly fresh views of the city's changing skyline, the Whitney claims its oh-so-American territory. This is what our art reflects. This energy, our propensity to move on, sometimes awkwardly, sometimes boldly.
The picture below is NOT the new Whitney or the lovely Metropolitan or something rotten. It's Midtown mayhem. Something Rotten was the Broadway play we were lucky enough to see. And it's actually something quite wonderful.
Layers of substance and surface. Historical past and present tense. NYC. It's a crazy collage.